Caught in a web of danger
A SEAL will risk everything
Sexy SEAL âHarmâ Harmon Payne isnât looking for loveâ¦or trouble. Until he encounters the prettiest creature on the savanna, Talia Montclair. The safari resort owner has been plagued by a series of threatening incidents. This kind of trouble Harm can handle. But when Talia mysteriously disappears, Harmâs SEAL instincts kick in. His new mission: find the only woman he has ever loved.
Mission: Six
ELLE JAMES, a New York Times bestselling author, started writing when her sister challenged her to write a romance novel. She has managed a full-time job and raised three wonderful children, and she and her husband even tried ranching exotic birds (ostriches, emus and rheas). Ask her, and sheâll tell you what itâs like to go toe-to-toe with an angry 350-pound bird! Elle loves to hear from fans at [email protected] or ellejames.com.
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FOUR RELENTLESS DAYS
© 2018 Mary Jernigan
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To my editor, Denise Zazaâthank you for
your continued faith in me as an author and for all your support and reassurance.
To my daughter Courtney Paige for helping
brainstorm plots. I love you so very much and wish you great success in your own writing.
To my readers who keep coming back for more.
Youâre the reason I do what I do. Thank you for being so faithful and encouraging.
Chapter One
First night back at the All Things Wild Safari and Resort in Kenya, Africa, and Harmon âHarmâ Payne had trouble sleeping. Their commander had granted the team a bonus week of vacation. After a particularly difficult mission in South Sudan, cleaning up the damage done by a ruthless warlord bent on wreaking havoc with the locals and stealing their children for his army, the SEAL team deserved this time to unwind.
Though his week of rest and relaxation had begun, he couldnât rest or relax and paced the sleek wooden floors of his cabin, hoping to get sleepy, but so far, nothing was working.
As a US Navy SEAL, he was used to snatching some shut-eye whenever he had fifteen minutes to spare. Why couldnât he do it now?
He stood by the window, staring out into the darkness of night, studying the myriad of stars twinkling in the heavens. The setting was perfect, the mission had been a success, but he couldnât calm his racing pulse. Harm felt on edge, as if he teetered on the precipice of something.
He lay on the bed, forced his eyes to close and counted bullets, hoping the monotony of the numbers would lull him to sleep. Around fifty, he must have slipped into a troubled sleep. The numbers became the beat of a drum; the sleek bullets became gyrating bodies, shiny with sweat and paint, dancing in the flames of a bonfire. The rhythm grew stronger, the dancing more erratic, and a voice called out words in a language he could not understand. A flowing red scarf drifted through the dancers and into the fire, becoming part of the dancing flames.