Subject: Marine Lieutenant Rafe McCawley
Mission: Seduce the woman who saved him. But does he have the right one?
A breathtaking island resort is perfect for Rafe McCawley to relax, recoverâ¦and enjoy the woman whose emails kept him sane during his previous tour. But instead, Rafe is greeted by her stunning sister, Kelly Callahanâpro surfer, resort owner and (God help him) hot enough to set the ocean itself ablazeâ¦.
But Rafe doesnât know the whole truth. Kelly had been the one behind the emails. And sheâll tell himâ¦as soon as she can get her libido under control!
The heat between them is immediate. Itâs red-hot. And wrong or right, it wonât be deniedâ¦.
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The Few. The Proud. The Sexy as Hell.
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Dear Reader,
We first met Lieutenant Rafe McCawley when he helped out his best friend, Captain Will, in Model Marine. I fell in love with Rafe in that story. Heâs funny, strong and does what it takes to get the job done. What you may not know is when Will was injured that last time, so was Rafe. His recovery takes him to Fiji, where he meets a pro surfer, Kelly, who changes his life.
This is one of those books where I was able to combine my love for many thingsâtropical locales, surfing and hot marines! I hope you enjoy this fantasy trip to Fiji with Rafe and Kelly.
Also I hope youâll take a moment this month to remember all of our military heroes and heroines at home and overseas.
Enjoy!
Candace Havens
1
THE BULLET ZINGED past marine lieutenant Rafe McCawleyâs ear. Instantly, he went into defense mode. âJeep!â he yelled to the doctor and the ambassador as he shoved them toward the vehicle.
âSniper,â he told his men, but he knew they were already on it. As part of the rescue mission, theyâd been trained for moments like this.
Buck and Meyers fired toward the hills.
Murphy had the car door open and helped the civilians in as fast as he could. Rafe used himself as a human shield.
Fire tore into his hip. Heâd been hit.
He didnât falter.
He was the only thing between the sniper and the civilians, and it was his duty.
Pain scorched his right arm. Another bullet. He was a sitting duck, but it didnât matter. He had to get these people to safety.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion then. A series of bullets pounded his back. His vest kept them from penetrating. The force knocked the breath from his lungs. He lunged forward in a final effort to protect the ambassador, half throwing the man into the vehicle so that Murphy could shut the door. As he did, blood stained Murphyâs neck.
Rafe placed his hand at the wound to stop the blood flow, but he was losing blood, too, and he could feel himself getting weaker.
âMan down. Man down,â Rafe heard himself utter as he slid into the darkness.
âMister! Hey, mister! Wake up. Bad dreams, man. Bad dreams.â
A groggy Rafe tried to open his eyes. It was as if someone had pulled him up out of quicksand.
âMister, you okay? Wake up already.â
Blinking his eyes open, Rafe took in his surroundings. A taxi. The driver, who had deeply tanned skin and a thatch of bright white hair, stared worriedly at him in the rearview mirror.
Rafe was in Fiji. Safe.
âThanks,â Rafe said to the driver. âSorry for falling asleep.â He must have passed out in the cab. The flight to Fiji had been brutal on his still-healing body, and he hadnât gotten much rest. Rafe scrubbed his face with his hand.
He was finally here.
Sun. Sea. And a woman.
Rafe figured that was all any man ever needed to heal wounds of the physical or mental variety. While heâd been in recovery for the injuries heâd suffered heâd thought of little else. The letters from Mimi were what kept him going through the intense therapy. Her sweet encouragement and kind words were the elixir his soul used to heal. And were exactly what his mind needed to help forget. Now he would see her in the next ten minutes.