Taming Her Navy Doc
The one woman to tame him… Finally the injured Navy SEAL brought to surgeon Erica Griffin in the dead of night has a name: Captain Thorne Wilder—her new commanding officer! Five years on he’s just as gorgeous as Erica remembers…but now he's totally off-limits!Thorne has been left damaged, brooding and untameable after the loss of his dreams—and beautiful Erica is an unwanted complication! She might be as wary of relationships as he is, but fighting temptation will be the biggest battle of all…
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Thank you for picking up a copy of Taming Her Navy Doc.
I have a huge admiration for the men and women who serve in the armed forces. I recently met a naval officer who said that, ‘To give the ultimate sacrifice to your country is why men and women serve their country.’
His words touched me so deeply. My family has a military history, dating back to when Canada was not a country but a colony of Great Britain. My admiration for those who serve runs deep.
Thorne made the ultimate sacrifice for his country. He loved being a SEAL, and in one tragic circumstance that was all taken away from him—by the woman who has now come to the naval base he’s stationed at. He’s conflicted by the promise he made to his dying brother and his desire for Commander Erica Griffin. He’s not sure he deserves happiness.
I hope you enjoy reading Thorne and Erica’s story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
I love hearing from readers, so please drop by my website, amyruttan.com, or give me a shout on Twitter @ruttanamy
With warmest wishes
Amy Ruttan
This book is dedicated to all of those men and women who give the ultimate sacrifice. Thank you.
Table of Contents
IT WAS PITCH-BLACK and she couldn’t figure out why the lights were off at first. Erica moved quickly, trying to shake the last remnants of sleep from her brain. Not that she’d got much sleep. She’d come off a twenty-four-hour shift and had got maybe two, possibly three, hours of sleep. She wasn’t sure when the banging on her berth door roused her, telling her they needed her on deck.
What struck her as odd was why had the hospital ship gone into silent running.
She’d been woken up and told nothing. Only that some injured officers were inbound. She hadn’t even been told the nature of their injuries. When she came out on deck, there was only a handful of staff and a chopper primed and waiting.
Covert operation.
That was what her gut told her and the tension shared by those waiting said the same thing.
Top secret.
Then it all made sense. She’d been trained and gone through many simulations of such a situation, but in her two years on the USNV Hope she’d never encountered one.
Adrenaline now fueled her body. She had no idea what was coming in, or what to expect, but she knew she had to be on her A-game.
Not that she ever wasn’t on her A-game. Her two years on the Hope had been her best yet and she’d risen in the ranks finally to get to this moment, being trusted with a covert operation. She had no doubt that was what it was because it must be important if their mission to aid a volcanic eruption disaster zone in Indonesia was being stalled. As she glanced around at the staff standing at attention and waiting, she saw it was all senior officers on deck, except for a couple of on-duty petty officers.
“How many minutes did they say they were out, Petty Officer?” Erica had to shout over the sound of waves. It was unusually choppy on the Arabian Sea, but it was probably due to the fact that the ship was on silent running. Only the stabilizers on the sides kept USNV Hope from tipping over. She couldn’t see Captain Dayton anywhere, but then she suspected her commanding officer was at the helm. Silent running in the middle of the Indian Ocean at night was no easy feat.
“Pardon me, Commander?” the petty officer asked.
“I asked, how many minutes out?”
“Five at the most, Commander. We’re just waiting for the signal.”
And as if on cue a flare went off the port side and, in the brief explosion of light, Erica could make out the faint outline of a submarine. The chopper lifted from the helipad and headed out in the direction of the flare.
“Two minutes out!” someone shouted. “Silent running, people, and need-to-know basis.”
Erica’s heart raced.
This was why she’d got into the Navy. This was why she wanted to serve her country. She had fought for this moment, even when she had been tormented at Annapolis about not having what it took.
Dad would’ve been proud.
And a lump formed in her throat as she thought of her father. Her dad, a forgotten hero. She was serving, and giving it her all helping wounded warriors, and being on the USNV
