Tawny will be awarding a $25 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.
“No man left behind” is inscribed in the DNA of every SEAL and Lieutenant Diego Torres is no exception. But with a team member killed—and the body missing— Diego’s honor is sorely tested. Now his career and reputation are on the line, and a traitor is hiding among them. Diego wants answers...and only one woman has them.
Single mom Harper Maclean has two priorities—raising her son Nathan and starting a new life. Her mysterious new neighbor may be impossibly charming, but Diego asks too many questions about her past—and about the father of her child. Questions she fears will reveal her burning attraction for Diego, and ultimately put them all in danger’s path.
A minute later, they were still staring at the wrong side of the door—or the right side, in Harper’s opinion—and Nathan looked ready to explode.
“Maybe he’s busy or he didn’t hear the bell,” she said, secretly thrilled even as she soothed Nathan’s disappointment. “We can try again later.”
Before she could write this off as an A for effort, the door swung open.
He had heard the bell.
He’d forgotten to put on a shirt, though.
She forgot all about her urgent desire to leave.
“Hey,” Diego greeted with a curious smile at odds with the caution in his eyes.
She wasn’t paying a lot of attention to his eyes, however.
She was much more interested in that body.
Because oh, my, he was built.
His shoulders were broad and muscular, his arms ripped. A dark sprinkling of hair covered his chest, bisecting his pectorals before leading down abs so flat and hard, she’d bet that she could bounce a quarter off of them.
His skin was a dusky gold, and marred here and there with scars. The tattoo she’d noticed on his arm the night before was actually a series of jagged tribal swirls intersected by a trident. The other, the rose-strewn word Honor that sat low on his belly, curving over his navel just above the waistband of his jeans. Harper’s fingers tingled as she imagined tracing them over that work of art.
Were the colors as smooth as his skin? Was there significance in the placement of the word? She wet her lips, not sure what it meant, but really, really curious.
Her gaze meandered its way up his chest again with a slow side trip across those shoulders before returning to his face.
The man was gorgeous.
He was also staring at her as if she was a gaping groupie offering door-to-door cherry-flavored hot oil rubs.
A sexual haze wrapped around her, tinting her vision, blurring her judgment. Her thoughts were filled with questions and ideas.
It wasn’t realizing that she wouldn’t mind getting her hands on that body that pulled her out of the haze. It was the look in his eyes that said he’d like it, too.
She had to call on every inch of poise she had to keep her feet glued to the step instead of running and the blush heating her neck from climbing.
“Hi,” she managed. That was the only thing she could think of to say, other than yowza. Which was probably inappropriate.
New York Times and USA TODAY Bestselling author of more than forty books, Tawny Weber loves writing about sexy heroes, most notably her popular Navy SEALs series. Her sassy, emotional romances are filled with men dedicated to being the best—and women determined to have the best. Tawny credits her ex-military alpha husband for inspiration in her writing, and in her life. The recipient of numerous writing accolades, including Romantic Times Reviewers Choice and in addition to the NY Times and USA Today bestseller lists, Tawny has also hit the number one spot on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.
A homeschooling mom, Tawny enjoys scrapbooking, gardening and spending time with her family and dogs in her Northern California home.