The SEAL's Special Mission
You and the boy are coming with me. Navy SEAL Kenneth Nash has one objective–protect the son he's never known. If that means dragging along his former sister-in-law Mallory Ward, then so be it. But while hiding out in a rustic cabin in the Rockies, Nash faces an unexpected problem.Suddenly he's feeling things for Mallory that he has no right to feel. Regardless of how this turns out, he could never be the family man that his son and Mallory deserve. Yet as danger approaches, Nash and Mallory's attraction persists–and it could jeopardize the entire mission.
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âYou and the boy are coming with me.â
Navy SEAL Kenneth Nash has one objectiveâprotect the son heâs never known. If that means dragging along his former sister-in-law Mallory Ward, then so be it. But while hiding out in a rustic cabin in the Rockies, Nash faces an unexpected problem.
Suddenly heâs feeling things for Mallory that he has no right to feel. Regardless of how this turns out, he could never be the family man that his son and Mallory deserve. Yet as danger approaches, Nash and Malloryâs attraction persistsâand it could jeopardize the entire mission.
âYou donât trust me. I get it.â
No matter how many times Nash professed his innocence Mallory wasnât going to believe him. âYou havenât even asked me if I killed those two marshals.â
âLet me and Ben go, Nash. You donât need hostages. Weâll only slow you down.â
âRight on both counts.â
âWhy, then? Do you really think youâre going to raise your son on the run, always looking over your shoulder? And what about me? You think Iâm just going to go along for the ride? We have a good life.â
âThat lifeâs over,â he said, feeling the need to put an end to false hope.
Uncertainty filled her eyes. If she hadnât been afraid before, he could see she was now. âWhat are you not telling me, Nash?â
He pushed to his feet and stopped alongside the couch beside her. âIâm sorry if you canât trust me, Mal, but youâve got no one else you can trust.â
He continued walking and then stopped. âAnd for the record, I didnât kill those two marshals. No matter what anyone else says.
Dear Reader,
Have you ever felt like chucking your old life for a new one? While this has always been a favorite fantasy of mine, the reality is Iâm far too attached to my life for that kind of change. But what if youâd lost everything and had nothing more to lose?
Such is the case for Kenneth Nash. Wrongfully convicted of his wifeâs murder, the navy SEAL accepts a deal from the Feds that allows him to go deep undercover in search of the real killer. Seven years later, his cover is blown and he must choose between the integrity of his original mission or saving the son heâs never known along with the sister-in-law who testified against him.
There are somewhere between 9,000 and 10,000 families in the Witness Protection Program, also called Witness Security Program (WITSEC). According to the U.S. Marshals Service, no witness whoâs followed the rules has ever been killed.
Some interesting facts about the program:
Witnesses can choose their new names, but are advised to keep current initials or the same first name.
Name changes are done by the court system just like any other name change, but the records are sealed.
Witnesses must not contact former associates or unprotected family members. Or return to the town from which they were relocated.
If the witness has a criminal history, local authorities are made aware of the situation. Only a small percentage of criminal witnesses return to a life of crime.
Canât wait to find out what you think. You can contact me through my website, www.rogennabrewer.com, my Twitter account (@rogenna) or on Facebook: /rogenna.
Happy reading!
Rogenna Brewer
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
When an aptitude test labeled her suited for librarian or clergy, Rogenna Brewer joined the United States Navy. Ever the rebel, she landed in the chaplainâs office where duties included operating the base library. Sheâs served Coast Guard, Navy and Marine Corps personnel in such exotic locales as Midway Island and the Pentagon. She is not now, nor has she ever been, in the Witness Protection Program. But her grandfather did cross paths with Al Capone once and lived to tell about it. There may or may not have been bootleggers in her family history.
To those who keep me grounded in reality:
My husband and sons. My mother.
My best friends and fellow writers Tina Russo Radcliffe and Debra Salonen.
My lifeboat Linda Barrett, Jean Brashear, Dee Davis, Ginger Chambers, Annie Jones, Julie Kenner, Day LeClaire, Barbara McMahon, Lisa Mondello and Karen Sandler.
And to my editor Karen Reid who had to put up with a little too much Rogenna Reality TV for this book.
Contents
PROLOGUE
Coronado, California
âFREEZE!â HER VOICE shook almost as badly as the SIG Sauer in her hand. After twenty weeks of G-man U in Quantico, Virginia, twenty-three-year-old rookie FBI Agent Mallory Ward never imagined facing down her first perp in her sisterâs kitchen. âFreeze, Nash. I mean it, damn it!â
Her false bravado lost all conviction as she tried to comprehend the bizarre scene playing out in front of her. Her brother-in-law, covered in her sisterâs blood, cradled a blue bundle in the palms of his hands.
