Stranded With The Navy Seal
Passion and danger are brewing in paradise! Working on a cruise ship was supposed to be the perfect distraction for chef Cady Crenshaw. Instead, it made her the perfect target. Abducted and thrown overboard into foreign waters, she has only one shot at survival…and it comes at the hands of an irresistible ally.SEAL Logan Starke's protective instincts were locked and loaded the moment he met Cady at the ship's bar. When a violent struggle to take down her captors leaves Logan and Cady stranded on a deserted island, he leaps into rescue mode. But the hot sand and the even hotter attraction between them can't be denied…and that temptation could be the deadly.
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For one navy SEAL, danger and passion are brewing in paradise
Working on a cruise ship was supposed to be the perfect distraction for chef Cady Crenshaw. Instead, it made her the perfect target. Abducted and thrown overboard into foreign waters, she has only one shot at survival...and it comes at the hands of an irresistible ally.
Navy SEAL Logan Starkeâs protective instincts were locked and loaded the moment he met Cady at the shipâs bar. When a violent struggle to take down her captors leaves Logan and Cady stranded on a deserted island, he leaps into rescue mode. But the hot sand and the even hotter attraction between them canât be denied...and temptation could be the deadliest threat yet.
Logan fell onto his stomach and stayed there, motionless. The two men hauled him upright and pitched him over the railing.
And that was it. He was gone.
She stopped struggling. Tears blurred her vision, and her mind went blank. She didnât understand what was happening, but resistance seemed futile. There were too many hands on her. One of the assailants gagged her and bound her wrists with rope. He tied her ankles, too. Some kind of bag went over her head.
Then she was lifted and carried onto the balcony. Although she couldnât see anything, she could feel her body being lowered over the railing. She sobbed into the gag, frozen with terror.
Cady went down and down and down. She didnât hit the water. There was someone waiting for her on a raft below. The other assailants joined them. After they started moving it dawned on her.
She was being kidnapped.
Iâm so excited to introduce my first novel as Susan Cliff! Iâve always wanted to write a romance about castaways. This fantasy scenario has all my favorite ingredients: exotic location, danger, forced proximity, outdoor survival...and sex on the beach, naturally!
I grew up watching Brooke Shields in The Blue Lagoon. I adored Scott OâDellâs Island of the Blue Dolphins. I was mesmerized by the ferocity of Lord of the Flies, and enthralled by the gender dynamics in Swept Away (the Italian version). My formative years were filled with stranded-on-an-island stories, in books and film.
Fast-forward to 2016. When the election cycle was in full swing, I really needed a break from reality. So I went to my happy place, far, far away. I dived into a tale of love and hope and survival. I wrote about two people overcoming impossible odds and learning how to thrive in a beautiful, dangerous place. I wrote about the good guys winning and love conquering all.
I hope this story brings you the same comfort and joy it brought me.
Happy reading!
Susan Cliff
SUSAN CLIFF is the pen name of a longtime romance reader and professional writer from Southern California. She has a degree in literature and writing, a job in health and fitness and a happy home with two wonderful daughters. She loves outdoor-survival stories and sexy romance, so she decided to write both. Her Team Twelve series features men to die forâhot navy SEALs who live on the edge and fall hard for their heroines. Visit her at www.susancliff.com.
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His gaze kept returning to the beauty at the bar.
Logan had noticed her as soon as heâd entered the nightclub. Sexy red dress, dark hair, rocking body. Sheâd have caught his attention in any situation. Tonight he did a triple take, because she resembled the woman heâd been hired to protect for the next three weeks on this Tahitian cruise.
Unfortunately, the bodyguard detail had fallen through, leaving him stranded on the high seas with nothing to do.
He took another pull of his fancy microbrew and scanned the rest of the room. It had been months since heâd been in a club. Longer still since heâd enjoyed the comforts of female company. He shifted his sore knee, blaming the injury for the drought heâd been experiencing. Never mind the real culprit.
Telskuf.
Instead of dwelling on a mission gone wrong, he focused on a woman made right. Slender, with smooth brown skin and a lot of curly hair. She sat poised on a bar stool, sipping a fruity cocktail. She looked fantastic in red. Heâd read somewhere that men couldnât resist the color. It triggered an uncontrollable response, like a biological urge to mate. Heâd dismissed the notion as pseudoscientific foolishness then.
He believed it now.
It was an eye-catching shade, bright and hot, like fireworks. Most of her back was bare. The straps of her dress crossed prettily between her shoulder blades. He wondered how easy it would be to take off.
She glanced over her shoulder at him as if she could sense his attention. When her gaze connected with his, something strange happened. His breath caught in his throat, and every muscle in his body tightened with awareness. It was almost as if he knew her, but he didnât know her. Heâd have remembered meeting this woman. She was fashion-model beautiful. She didnât smile or invite him over. Seeming flustered, she swiveled back toward the bar and picked up her drink.
