Revenge is personalâespecially for one navy SEAL
To find her sister, therapist Britt Jansen goes deep undercover at the core of a Russian mob. Navy SEAL sniper Alexei Ivanov is also infiltrating the clubâbut while Britt is driven by desperation to find family, Alexeiâs motivation is stone-cold vengeance. Teaming up yields more than either of them expectedâthe horrific truth behind the clubâs backroom business, and an attraction that could rip them apart.
CAROL ERICSON is a bestselling, award-winning author of more than forty books. She has an eerie fascination for true-crime stories, a love of film noir and a weakness for reality TV, all of which fuel her imagination to create her own tales of murder, mayhem and mystery. To find out more about Carol and her current projects, please visit her website at www.carolericson.com, âwhere romance flirts with danger.â
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07856-6
SECURED BY THE SEAL
© 2018 Carol Ericson
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Prologue
The sun shimmered across the water of the Black Sea, but Alexei had his Dragunov pointed at the land, specifically a patch of emerald green lawn that rolled down to the beach. Alexeiâs lip curled at the deadly irony of training his Russian-made sniper rifle on...Russians.
The boat bobbed, and Alexei widened his stance, speaking into the mic clipped to his T-shirt. âWeâd better get a signal here soon before the wind kicks up any more.â
From another boat, his team leaderâs voice crackled. âWeâre waiting for one more member to show upâthe most important one, an old-style gangster from the Vory v Zakone.â
A muscle in Alexeiâs jaw jumped at the name of the gang that used to be the most feared and influential criminal organization in the old Soviet Union. New gangs had cropped up since the breakup of the Soviet Union, but the Vory would always be revered by the criminal world even as its relevance slipped away.
Slade, the team member sharing Alexeiâs boat, hunched forward slightly. âWhy do we have to wait for him? Weâre not shooting any of the mob, right?â
âNope.â Alexei licked the salt spray from his lips. âBut heâs going to lead his terrorist friends into position on the lawn. I guess itâs his house. Heâs their host.â
Slade whistled between his teeth. âWho said crime didnât pay?â
âNot me.â Alexei swept his scope along the large, rambling summer mansion perched at the edge of the sea in the Bulgarian Riviera.
Their team leader issued a command. âGet focused. We have movement.â
Alexei tracked the new arrival through his scope. He focused and his heart slammed against the wall of his chest. A flood of adrenaline coursed through his body. He lined up the owner of the extravagant home in his crosshairsâthe face older, puffier, but unmistakable.