Navy SEAL Newlywed
Here comes the bride…gun at her sideNavy SEAL “Rip” Cord Schafer is officially missing and presumed dead. It’s the perfect cover until he can catch the traitors supplying Honduras terrorists with American arms. It’s not a one man operation, but never in his wildest dreams did he imagine teaming up with a woman: Covert Cowboy operative Tracie Kosart.Posing as wealthy newlyweds, Rip soon discovers Tracie is as skilled at playing his sensual ‘bride’ as she is at covering his six. Despite their jungle-hot attraction, Rip senses Tracie’s reluctance to trust him. But when her cover is blown, Rip knows her life depends on his SEAL instincts and her love depends his unwavering commitment as her "husband."
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The womanâs lips tilted up at the corners briefly as she drove out onto the street. âHank has resources most people donât. Not even the government.â
Rip riffled through the contents of the packet, glancing at a passport with his picture on it, a name he wasnât familiar with on the document. âChuck Gideon?â
âBetter get used to it.â
âSpeaking of names ⦠weâve already kissed and you havenât told me who you are.â Rip glanced her way briefly.
Her eyes narrowed and her lips firmed. âNo, I havenât.â
âIs it a secret, or are you going to tell me?â
âItâs probably best if I donât tell you my real name.â
âWhy? Do you have a shady past, or are you related to someone important?â
âFor this mission, Iâm related to someone important.â She twisted her lips and sent a crooked grin his way. âYou. For the purpose of this operation, you can call me Phyllis. Phyllis Gideon. Iâll be your wife.â
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 three-hundred-and-fifty-pound bird! Elle loves to hear from fans at [email protected] or www.ellejames.com.
This book is dedicated to all the families of military personnel who have kept the home fires burning and welcomed their loved ones home with open arms.
Contents
Hunkered low in the underbrush, Navy SEAL Chief Petty Officer âRipâ Cord Schafer gripped the M4A1 rifle with the SOPMOD upgrade and inched forward, carefully placing every step to avoid tripping, snapping branches or making any other loud noises. Loaded with sixty pounds of equipment specially selected for this mission, he was ready for anything.
Gunny took point, leading the team into the Honduran camp, keeping to the darkness of the jungle. Moonlight shimmered through the occasional break in the dense overhead canopy, barely making it down to the jungle floor.
Rip had his headset in one ear and listened for sounds of the camp with his other.
Montana eased up behind Gunny, followed by Sawyer, then the newest SEAL, Gosling, with Rip bringing up the rear.
Their mission: extract one undercover DEA agent from a terrorist training camp deep in the jungle of Honduras.
No matter where he looked, Rip could detect no sentries standing guard or patrolling the compound. Strange. The DEA agent had been adamant about being pulled out. Heâd feared for his life and had been concerned the information he needed to pass on might be lost.
In his brief plea to be extracted, heâd given specific GPS coordinates. When Gunny reached the position, he held up his fist.
The team stopped in place and hugged the earth, waiting.
He pointed to Montana and Sawyer and gave them the follow-me sign.
The three surrounded the door of the building. Gunny nudged it open and disappeared inside. Montana and Sawyer followed. Gosling and Rip remained outside, providing cover.
Seconds later, they hustled out a man wearing rumpled clothing, his shoulder-length hair straggly and unkempt. He ducked low and moved quickly between them, hurrying toward the path leading out of the camp.
Gunny motioned for Gosling and Rip to fall in with the team. They had their man, and it appeared as though they were going to make a clean getaway with none of the terrorists aware of the agentâs departure.
The hair on the back of Ripâs neck stood straight up. The entire mission had been too easy. If there was any real danger, wouldnât there have been sentries on alert, wielding machine guns and willing to cut down anyone who stepped into range?
They cleared the edge of the camp, heading back to the river and the waiting boat.
Gunny was in the lead again, followed by Sawyer. Montana was in front of their extracted DEA agent and Gosling behind him.
The agent stumbled for a moment.
Gosling didnât adjust his stride in time. He caught up with the man then gave him a hand to right himself.
The sharp report of gunfire ripped through the night, shattering the silence.
Gosling collapsed where he stood.
Another shot rang out and the DEA agent grunted and crumpled to the ground.
Instinct made the remaining members of the SEAL team drop to their bellies.
His heart slamming into his ribs, adrenaline racing through his veins, Rip low crawled to the two men whoâd been hit. He shone his red penlight over Gosling. The man had taken the bullet in the throat. By the dark stain spreading in a wide blob on the ground around him, Rip suspected the bullet had cut a hole in the young SEALâs jugular vein. He lay sprawled on his side, his body completely still. Rip covered the wound with his hand, but nothing he did could slow the flow of blood.
