Pleasing Her Seal

SUBJECT: Navy SEAL Mason Black

MISSION: Remain undercover...even if it means going commando!

Wedding blogger Maddie Holmes is twelve times the bridesmaid and never the bride. Still, being on the sidelines of everyone else’s happy endings has its perks, like staying at the luxurious, decadent Fantasy Island. The resort isn’t just romantic—it’s filled with sinful temptations...like delicious hottie resort chef Mason Black. And Maddie can’t wait to take a bite!

There’s just a teeny problem with her plan. She has no idea that Mason is an undercover Navy SEAL who needs photographs Maddie took that put both his mission and her life at risk. Mason’s plan? Retrieve the pics and indulge in a few X-rated fantasies with the curvy redhead...and hope like hell that being between the sheets doesn’t blow his cover.

“I’m not sure one apology is going to be sufficient...”

“I make a mean chocolate-chip pancake,” Mason offered, surprising her. “I could make you a replacement.”

Somehow, Maddie didn’t think his pancakes would be second best. Nope. Just like his smile, she had a feeling his pancakes would be addictive. He was a big, scary-looking guy offering homemade breakfast. Talk about checking all the right boxes.

“You cook,” she blurted out. He was a chef at the resort, even if he wore camo pants, a black T-shirt and combat boots, and looked more like a badass than a cook.

“Yeah. I do. Really well. I take it that’s a no on the pancake offer.”

Actually, she wanted to scream yes, please, and not just for his pancakes.

“That’s not what chefs wear.” She flicked a finger up and down, indicating his clothes.

He grinned. “I’m not in the kitchen right now, sweetheart. I’m allowed to be out of uniform.”

And now she was thinking about him naked...

Dear Reader,

The idea for Pleasing Her SEAL came to me when I was writing Teasing Her SEAL. I was in a panic, trying to come up with some kind of erotic, slightly-kinky-but-not-too-kinky fantasy that my heroine and her SEAL could bring to life. Apparently, my own life was rather boring and I was fresh out of fantasies that didn’t involve tropical islands and certain notorious pirates. So I did what any self-respecting author does when she needs to fact-check something—I did a Google search. There are plenty of top-ten fantasy lists out there and more than one involved bringing food into the bedroom. Strawberries, champagne and body chocolate? Yes, please! Suddenly I had plenty of ideas for Pleasing Her SEAL.

We all want to be sexy and desirable—and we all have a few hidden fantasies. Wedding blogger Maddie Holmes is curvy and funny, with a mouth that won’t stop and a definite sweet tooth. US Navy SEAL Mason Black is undercover as a resort chef on Fantasy Island. He’s also on a mission to get close to Maddie—really, really close. Soon he’s wooing her with whipped cream, frosting and a very naughty candy necklace.

I hope you enjoy Maddie and Mason’s story! I’d love to hear from you—so stop by and visit me on Facebook and on Twitter, @anne_marsh.

Happy reading,

Anne Marsh

Pleasing Her SEAL

Anne Marsh

www.millsandboon.co.uk

ANNE MARSH writes sexy contemporary and paranormal romances because the world can always enjoy one more alpha male. She started writing romance after getting laid off from her job as a technical writer—and quickly decided happily-ever-afters trumped software manuals. She lives in Northern California with her family and six cats.

This one’s for Gwen Hayes. Yes, again. Because no books get written without the awesomeness of Gwen and, when you read this, we’ll be cruising the Caribbean and plotting literary world domination. We’re going to be unstoppable.

Contents

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Dear Reader

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Ladies, it’s Saturday and I’m surrounded by honeymooners. This is one step up from my usual weekend wedding gig, where my people options are usually the geriatric crowd, the toddler dancing crowd (always good for a much-needed cardio burst and the cutest, stickiest kisses), or the drunken groomsman crowd (good for equally enthusiastic but much damper kisses—eww). I counted not one, not two, but three couples wrapped around each other by the pool. I have dubbed them the Octopi because they seem to have eight hands each and at least seven of them are engaged in activities best left to the bedroom or a soft porn channel. Go, Octopi! Speaking of that, watching the Octopi procreate underscores my own single state. You’ve found The One and you’re hearing wedding bells, or you wouldn’t be visiting this blog. Any tips for where to look for a good guy? Because this wedding blogger is feeling lonely in paradise.

—MADDIE, Kiss and Tulle

“HOOYAH, HOOYAH, HOOYAH, HEY.” US Navy SEAL Mason Black fist-bumped his knuckles with Levi Brandon’s. He didn’t have far to reach since both men were currently sharing the same palm tree backrest and catching their breaths after completing their mission.