I'm excited to share with you guys that SEAL Team Alpha: Scarecrow, Book 6 is coming September 2018!!
Thank you for all the continued support of this series that I love writing. I have many more stories planned with these tough and heroic guys. But in the meantime, I hope you will join me today in celebrating, sharing, and getting excited over the upcoming release!!
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SEAL Team Alpha
Coming September, 2018
Red River Parish
She parked in the deck and walked to the baggage claim area. The flight had just landed, and he should be here soon to claim his bags. She waited impatiently, tapping her toe. She had things to do back at the plantation…her thoughts scattered as her eyes went to a tall man in camouflage pants walking toward her. She had only one thought.
He walked like he owned the ground. An alpha attitude in every line of his body—lines that spelled danger in capital letters. He was devastating, like an explosion going off in her life.
He exuded an animal magnetism she knew all about and where it could take a girl. And every single woman on his flight and in the airport from young to old knew it, too.
From his aunt’s description, this had to be Arlo Porter.
But her words hadn’t done the man justice.
He strode toward her, his focus direct, the energy in him off the charts. He looked like he could climb a mountain or forge a raging river without any effort. The black T-shirt he wore molded across a wide, well-built chest, and stretched over broad shoulders. The sleeves of the shirt were taut over arms that bulged with mouth-watering biceps and muscular forearms, his skin smooth and tanned. He filled out those pants belted to his lean waist and hips, tapering down to thick thighs and sure feet encased in polished black boots. Her breath caught as he got closer, his vibrant green eyes locking with hers. His gaze was very serious, so very watchful of everything going on around him.
So very fierce.
It caught her in an iron grip that fierceness and the way the high arch of his cheekbones fascinated her, and the lean angle of his jaw. His golden-brown hair was cropped short and that was no surprise. Coupled with the camouflage pants it was clear this guy was military, special ops if her MI-6 intuition was correct and it usually was.
He had a well-formed nose, adding a nobleness to his chiseled features. His brows lowered over those intense eyes, his skin flawless. Beard stubble darkened his strong jaw, lending a disreputable air to him. His mouth was wide and firm with a delicious bow on the upper lip., She wanted to suck it and that thought made her wonder how he would taste. She had to chalk that up to the most disconcerting thought she’d ever had about a strange man…ever.
Damn her bloody luck. She had Rambo living across the road from her.
Sod it, this was a warrior—the heightened awareness, the physicality, and the predatory alertness of his expression. He was made for trouble—and he was not to be trifled with, not if she wanted to keep her real purpose here under wraps.