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Title: Se7en
Deadly SEALs: Season 1
Series: Se7en
Deadly SEALs #1-7
Author:
Alana Albertson
Genre:
Military Romance
Publishing
date: January 23rd, 2018
I DON’T RECOGNIZE THE DAMAGED woman in the mirror staring back at
me—platinum-blond hair, blood-red lips and nails, curves laced up in the finest
lingerie. I have transformed into a bombshell to exonerate my brother, United
States Navy SEAL Joaquín Cruz. He’s been languishing in a jail cell for the
past six months, accused of a murder he didn’t commit, his honorable career as
a SEAL ruined, his spirit crushed.
I’ve gone undercover as a stripper to entertain the men of SEAL
Team Seven—I’ve given up my acting career, my dreams, my home—everything to
free Joaquín and discover the truth.
But I didn’t count on having to conceal my identity from my
ex-boyfriend, Navy SEAL Grant Carrion. The man I lost my virginity to was
caught up in an endless web of sins and temptations, unable to escape from his
demons.
As I strip down to my lingerie and dance for Grant, I know that
every humiliating moment will be worth my sacrifice—if only I can give my
brother back his life. And just maybe, find a way back to Grant’s heart.
Se7en
Deadly SEALs is a heart pounding thriller with dirty SEALs, steamy sex, and
shocking twists. It is 626 pages, 120,000 words stand alone book with a HEA and
no cliffhanger.
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a fragment
“What is it you do for living?”
“I sell pharmaceuticals.” His nose didn’t even twitch; he’d
become an expert at hiding his lies. Though this fib didn’t bother me. SEALs
never told civilians what they did for a living. Joaquín told everyone he met
that he drove an ice cream truck. That guy you met in a bar boasting about
being a SEAL? He was a liar.
“Let’s get out of here. I want to take you somewhere.” He
signaled to the waitress and paid the bill in cash.
We slid onto the back of his bike, and I placed my arms around
him. I wanted to vanish into this moment, go back to the way we were when we
had first fallen in love. Before he deployed that first time. Before I’d done
something stupid. Before I didn’t have the guts to confide in him.
Grant headed down to the pier, in front of the USS Midway, a
retired Naval carrier turned maritime museum. The millions of lights from the
ship illuminated the ocean, as the view of Coronado’s Hotel Del beckoned in the
distance. Grant might be lying to his date about his job, but he was also sharing
his love of the Navy. Maybe he didn’t see Ksenya as just a conquest.
We stood under the world-famous Unconditional Surrender statue,
which portrayed a sailor kissing a nurse at the end of World War II.
Grant took me into his arms, and I was sure he was going to kiss
me under the moonlight. “You’re so incredibly hot. Let’s go to a hotel.”
“Nyet.”
“Come on, babe. We’ll have a great time. If you feel
uncomfortable, I’ll take you home. I just want to spend some time with you.”
My first instinct was to slap him. But my panties became damp as
I imagined what this new Grant would do to me. Which way should I go—sweet,
shy, good girl forced into stripping? Or nasty, freaky, bad girl who owned her
sexuality?
I had vowed when this deception started—hell, when this date
started—to never sleep with him again, fearful that he would discover my
identity. Now I decided I wasn’t going to make any rules. I’d fooled him so
far—maybe I could fool him in bed as well. I’d spent every night for the past
two and a half years imagining making love to him. As Mia, I’d been the girl
next door, a young inexperienced virgin, petrified to ask him to act out my
deepest fantasies. But I had always harbored a secret desire to play the
temptress.
If Grant wanted to party, I’d be ecstatic to rock his world. This
time, I wouldn’t hold back. I couldn’t. Ksenya would have to be a wildcat in
bed for me to pull off this deception.
Sleeping with Grant might be the only way to truly have him let
down his guard and open up to me. But this time, sex would be on my terms, on
my timeline—and for once in my life, I’d be in control.
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Alana Albertson
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