Seal
for Her Protection
Seals of Coronado #1
By Paige Tyler
Genre: Military/Contemporary Romance
Release
Date: April 12, 2016
Synopsis
He saved her from the danger once
before. Can he save her again, this time from danger he 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.
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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Excerpt
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.
Meet
the Author
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.
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