SEALed at Midnight: Hot SEALs (Volume 3)
Cat Johnson
Language: English
Pages: 148
ISBN: 1505320461
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
As a combat hardened Navy SEAL, Thom Grande has fought terrorism around the globe, but he can’t fight is his ex-wife. Or her lawyer. Or the alimony payments. Just when he thinks his life can’t get any worse, bad luck smacks him up side the head—literally. Now he’s got a traumatic brain injury and can’t remember his own name. The good news? He can’t remember his ex-wife or the woes she’s causing him either. Virginia Starr has the worst luck ever with men. But maybe her luck is changing because one hell of a hot man just showed up at her door in the middle of the night. One problem—he can’t remember anything, including who he is. The more Ginny sees, the more she realizes, that might not matter all that much. Don't miss the rest of the Hot SEALs series!
the very long driveway. And recreation? Even when she was home in Stamford, watching television and reading were her main past times, especially now that Molly had a boyfriend to keep her busy. It was her own fault she remained alone. The epiphany sat heavy in her chest. Her mother might be right. Just that realization alone shifted Ginny's entire perception of reality. “So what do I do?” She whispered the question aloud as the woman standing in the television audience asked the Love Doctor
the kitchen counter where she’d left it. In the dark, in an unfamiliar house, the kitchen might as well have been a mile away, but there was no getting around it. She stood and wrapped the blanket around her shoulders. Blindly feeling along the furniture, she made it past the coffee table and rounded the end of the sofa, which left her without any guide to hold on to until she reached her next landmark. Aiming in the general direction she believed the kitchen doorway to be, Ginny took one slow
door as she vowed to herself to never procrastinate doing something again. She flipped the switch and nothing happened, and she sighed again, remembering that there was no power. Having electricity was a hard habit to break. Maybe her mother had been right. Ginny wasn’t cut out for this job. Pushing that depressing thought aside, she turned to shine the beam of the flashlight into the barn so she could find the shovel. The hand came out of nowhere, covering her mouth and pulling her back
be cold when he got back since he hadn’t been in the right clothes to begin with. She grabbed the kettle and filled it with water. Hot cocoa. That would be perfect for a snowy Christmas morning. They could drink it together, in front of the fireplace while gazing out at the sparkling snow. Just yesterday she would have rolled her eyes and had to swallow the envy if Molly had called to say she and Marco were doing something like that. Not today. What a difference a day made . . . or a night.
me how happy you are.” “Not that soon.” He leaned in and buried his hand in her hair. His mouth covered hers as he pushed her back onto the couch. She felt him working on the button of her jeans, before he broke the kiss to say, “Jeans are too hard. I like your pajamas better.” A man who liked when she wore pajamas. That clinched it. Thom was the perfect man. She smiled. “I can ditch my jeans if you ditch yours.” “It’s a deal.” He ran his hands up her sides and groaned. “Maybe I’ll call and