RELEASE BLITZ
Title: SEAL For Her Protection
Series: SEALS of Coronado #1
Author: Paige Tyler
Genre: Military/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 12, 2016
doesn't even see coming?
When investigative journalist Hayley Garner is kidnapped by terrorists, she's sure they're going to
kill her. But in sweeps handsome Navy SEAL Chasen Ward to rescue her. After getting her to
safety, he disappears into the night before she can even thank him.
Weeks later, while covering a story on the local navy base, Hayley runs into Chasen again. Even
though she didn't see his face that night he rescued her, she can't forget his beautiful blue eyes.
The attraction is immediate and intense, and Hayley finds herself falling into a fiery romance with
the hunky hero out of her dreams. Guys like this aren’t supposed to really exist, but Chasen does,
and damn is he hot.
But ever since she got back home, Hayley has had the feeling someone's been watching her. Is it
post-traumatic stress or does she have a reason to be afraid? Good thing she has a Navy SEAL to
protect her.
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She’d
thought he’d be easy to find, but the place was SEAL hunk central, with
an awful lot of the fit, attractive guys in attendance. While quite a
few of them flashed charming grins in her direction,
none of them had those unforgettable blue eyes she’d spent the past
four weeks seeing in her dreams.
Her earlier assessment had been right. This was hopeless.
Sighing,
Hayley turned to go in search of Brad instead and almost smacked right
into the broad, muscular chest of a guy in blue camo. She stared at his
uniform up close, absently wondering why
the Navy wore blue camouflage. It wasn’t like they were ever going to
be in a blue jungle. She glanced at the rank on his collar—noting the
three chevrons of a petty officer first class—then the nametag sewn on
the right hand side of his chest, noting his
name—it said WARD—before lifting her head to apologize for practically
mowing him down. But when her gaze met his, all she could do was stare.
There couldn’t be two men on the planet with eyes that blue. She’d found
the SEAL who’d saved her life.
“It’s you,” she breathed.
Okay,
that definitely wasn’t the most intelligent thing she’d ever said out
loud. But the SEAL smiled anyway, flashing the cutest pair of dimples
her way.
Hayley’s
breath hitched. She’d tried to picture what he looked like ever since
that night, alternating between Chris Hemsworth and Henry Cavill and
finally settling on a combination of the two.
She hadn’t even been close. Petty Officer Ward was even more gorgeous
than she imagined. Taller than she was by nearly a foot, he had broad
shoulders, dark hair, and a square jaw to go along with those
mesmerizing eyes. Now, this was what a superhero should
look like.
“It is,” he said. “I’m glad to see you’re doing well, Ms. Garner.”
She’d
been so caught up in the memory of the captivating blue of his eyes
she’d completely forgotten how sexy his voice was. The deep, rich tones
caressed her, making her feel warm all over. Just
like they had that night in Africa. Wow, this guy was pure sexy,
wrapped in blue camo. She had a crazy urge to ask him to say something
else—anything else—so she could hear that voice again.
“Call me Hayley, please,” she finally managed.
She
offered him her hand, pulse skipping when he took it. Wow, he had really
big hands. A little part of her mind whispered something about the
significance of that, but she ignored it. Instead,
she focused on the overall sense of strength seeming to pour off him in
waves. Being this close to him and getting a chance to take in how tall
and muscular he was reminded her of the way he’d picked her up and
carried her so effortlessly that night—all while
using a weapon.
Hayley
had never thought of herself as the kind of woman who wanted to be swept
off her feet by a guy, but right now she was thinking this man could
carry her anywhere he wanted to.
Damn, this guy was seriously messing with her calm, cool journalist exterior.
“Chasen Ward,” he said.
Chasen.
Unusual, but it fit him. Gorgeous name for a gorgeous guy. She wondered
if the guy realized the kind of effect he likely had on every woman on
the planet, especially the one standing right
in front of him. Probably not, she guessed. Guys were usually clueless
about that kind of stuff.
“How did things go over there?” she asked. “After you got me out, I mean.”
She
cringed as soon as the words were out. Guess he hadn’t messed with her
journalist mojo as much as she’d thought. Crap, now he’d think she was
looking for a scoop. Nothing turned people off
more than a nosy reporter.
But he
merely nodded. The shade from the brim on his hat accentuated his
chiseled features as he moved, making them seem even more angular.
“They went well,” he said. “My Team and I got back a few days ago as a matter of fact.”
Her
inner Barbara Walters wanted to ask what else they’d done over there,
but before she could decide if that was a good idea or not, two other
Navy guys in blue camouflage sauntered over. Both
petty officers second class, they were tall, well-built, and good
looking.
“Hey, I
know you,” the younger of the two men said with a trace of a Southern
accent. Blond with brown eyes, he had that casual Channing Tatum-thing
going on. “Though I hope you don’t mind me saying,
you look a lot better now than you did the last time we saw you.”
Hayley frowned in confusion at the two men, sure she would have remembered if she’d met them before.
Chasen
chuckled. “This is Dalton Jennings and Nash Cantrell. They were with me
when we rescued you that night. You’ll have to forgive Dalton for being
clueless. He’s taken several classes on how
to be charming, but unfortunately, he keeps failing them.”
She
laughed and shook hands with both men. Dalton looked so chagrined, she
couldn’t help but take pity on him. “Don’t worry about it, Dalton. I’m
well aware of how much of a mess I looked that
night. Thanks for being there with Chasen and the rest of your Team.”
The SEAL visibly relaxed, giving her another grin. “No problem. Just doing our job, ma’am.”
Dalton
might have failed out of charm school—according to Chasen at least—but
there wasn’t a woman alive who wouldn’t swoon over that Southern drawl.
“I know it was hard to tell with all the gear we had on,” Dalton continued. “But I was the one doing this.”
Dark
eyes suddenly intense, he struck an action hero pose, arms lifted as if
he were holding an imaginary machine gun. On either side of him, Chasen
and Nash snorted in unison.
“You
mean you were the one nearly running into every wall around you because
the batteries in your NVGs were dying.” Nash pointed out drily, his dark
eyes filled with amusement.
Dalton considered that a moment, then dropped the pose and shrugged. “That might have been me.”
Hayley
laughed, unable to help herself. They were both funny—and seriously
cute—but she had to admit she was glad when they took off a little while
later, leaving her alone with Chasen.
“How is your ankle feeling?” he asked as his buddies walked off toward the pavilion.
“Much better, thanks,” she said.
He
looked down pointedly at her foot where it peeked out from under her
long skirt. She’d tried not to make it obvious, but she’d been standing
with all her weight on her good foot so she could
give the injured one a rest. Chasen lifted a brow as if he saw through
the little white lie.
Hayley gave him a sheepish look. “Okay, you caught me. It still hurts a little. But it really is much better. Thanks to you.”
“How’s that?”
“If you
hadn’t gotten there in time, a messed-up ankle would have been the least
of my worries. I don’t know how I can ever repay you for saving my
life.”
That playful grin returned. “I’m more than ready to call it even if you consider going out to dinner with me.”
If
Chasen were any other guy, Hayley might consider making him work a
little harder for a date. But she’d been more than ready to go out with
him since he’d loaded her on that helicopter over in
Africa. Heck, there’d been a time or two when she’d woken up from an
especially nice dream involving the Navy SEAL when she was ready to do a
lot more than date the guy. Rip off his uniform and roll around on the
floor with him being one thing that came to
mind.
“Dinner sounds great,” she said, quite proud of her ability to maintain her composure.
“Friday night work for you?”
“Perfect.”
Hayley entered her number in his phone while he did the same with hers, then she gave him her address.
“I’ll see you at 1830 hours,” he said, then chuckled. “I mean, six-thirty.”
“I can’t wait,” she said, and meant it.
Touching
his fingers to the brim of his hat in a causal salute, Chasen gave her
another smile then strode off. Hayley let out a sigh as she watched him
go.
Damn, he made that blue camouflage uniform look good.
Paige Tyler is a
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of sexy,
romantic suspense and paranormal romance. She and her very own military
hero (also known as her husband) live on the beautiful Florida coast
with their adorable fur baby (also known as their
dog). Paige graduated with a degree in education, but decided to pursue
her passion and write books about hunky alpha males and the kick-butt
heroines who fall in love with them.
She is represented by Bob Mecoy.
She is represented by Bob Mecoy.
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