Let's start the fireworks early with Sharon Hamilton and her new release, SEAL's CODE, Book 3, Bad Boys of Seal Team 3 (SEAL Brotherhood):
Danny Begay has tried to drive out the voices of his ancestors, but his Navajo roots will not die. Summoned back to Arizona to visit his dying grandfather, a former Navajo Code Talker, he knows he has disappointed his hero grandfather. He buries himself one more time in the arms of a stranger before going back to Northern California.
Luci Tohe teaches at a reservation school, safeguarding the health of her ailing mother and little sister’s future, her own life on hold. She doesn’t expect the young Dine warrior she meets to be anything but a distraction from her loneliness.
Danny decides to join the Navy, as a SEAL, becoming the man he knew he was destined to be. Before deployment, he goes back to visit the girl he cannot get out of his mind. A dangerous human trafficking element threatens Luci and her family. Danny vows to protect them all.
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NYT and USA/Today and Amazon Top 100 Bestselling Author Sharon Hamilton’s SEAL Brotherhood series have earned her Amazon author rankings of #1 in Romantic Suspense, Military Romance and Contemporary Romance. Her characters follow a sometimes rocky road to redemption through passion and true love. Her Golden Vampires of Tuscany earned her a #1 Amazon author ranking in Gothic Romance.
A lifelong organic vegetable and flower gardener, Sharon and her husband live in the Wine Country of Northern California, where most of her stories take place. When she’s not writing, you will find her in the garden, getting verra verra dirty.
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NYT and USA/Today and Amazon Top 100 Bestselling Author Sharon Hamilton’s SEAL Brotherhood series have earned her Amazon author rankings of #1 in Romantic Suspense, Military Romance and Contemporary Romance. Her characters follow a sometimes rocky road to redemption through passion and true love. Her Golden Vampires of Tuscany earned her a #1 Amazon author ranking in Gothic Romance.
A lifelong organic vegetable and flower gardener, Sharon and her husband live in the Wine Country of Northern California, where most of her stories take place. When she’s not writing, you will find her in the garden, getting verra verra dirty.
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Sharon offers an excerpt from SEAL’s Code:
“You’re new,” she said to the mirror.
He could feel her breathing, imagined what her flesh would feel like if he smoothed his fingers down her thigh. “Actually, I’m not here at all.”
She turned on the stool, grabbing her beer, and took a sip while she examined him. She was still smiling when she was done.
“You look pretty (bleep) here, Dine kind. But then maybe I’m a ghost too and maybe I see dead people.”
That deserved his attention, so he allowed his body to turn, facing her, knees touching hers. Through the stiff denim of his jeans he could feel her body vibrate like the inner workings of an expensive Swiss timepiece.
“Chester Tso is my grandfather. I believe he will die tonight.” He watched it sink in. She bit her lip just below the slight scar that slashed her upper lip, probably from an old injury. It made her look dangerous and sexy as hell. A slight worry line creased her right eye with just a touch of a twitch.
She turned back to the counter, staring down as if examining the head on her beer allowing her unpolished nail of her left forefinger to dip into the sudsy froth and draw a figure eight. “Then it sucks to be you.”
He had to agree with her. It sucked he’d never made much of himself, and now Grandfather was dying, knowing that. He wasn’t sure there was any potential for any spiritual growth anytime soon, either. That sucked too.
That left only one option for this evening. To get drunk. Maybe get her so drunk she’d go back with him to the motel. He glanced around the room and didn’t see any white boys so figured he’d have a chance with her. With any luck, neither one would remember a thing in the morning. He’d get the call Grandfather was gone. He could pay his respects, stay for the ceremony and then get his butt out of Arizona and back to Northern California. Forget this sandy hell hole for as long as the drink lasted.
“So why are you here?” he started. “Cheaper to drink at home, and a whole lot less dangerous. The drive is what I meant.” He was surprised these words came out of his mouth.
She answered the mirror again. “I know what you meant, Dine kind. I teach at the school.”
“Ah. First choice or last choice?” He knew it was a risk to ask it but he couldn’t help himself.
She almost spit her beer out. “Gawd, it must be true. That old fart gave you some of those visions.”
He turned and tilted his head, wondering what she meant. She addressed him this time by angling slightly so her knees wouldn’t touch his again. Her face in partial profile was masked. She was trying to hide something. “I’m not a do-gooder. Not one of those. I get to hide in plain sight. But I do carry a gun.”
“Running from something.”
“Nope.” She licked her lips, her tongue lingering there a little long, her eyes again focused down on the counter. “I am the sole breadwinner, and protector of my little tribe. My mother and my little sister.”
“Except you drink too much.” He knew she’d not like that comment.
“As do you. I can smell an alcoholic a mile away.” Then she gave him the sultry look he was waiting for. “I seem to be drawn to them, like a string of bad pennies, little babbling storytellers. Can’t help it. My nature, I guess.”
Well, she already had said twice as many words as he normally liked in a woman, and hadn’t given him nearly enough “looks”, but he was game.
“Humor me. What makes you drawn to me?”
Her full focus on his face almost made him blush. Her power and nature were strong. Her soul deep. She did not possess the need to smile from nervousness, or to hide the spirit that ran wild inside her. For him, right here and right now, she allowed him to absorb and be warmed by it. Her dark eyes and unlined forehead honestly peered back at him. “I like your jet black hair Dine man. The dark of your eyes all the way through. The black eyes of the tribal kind. But you weren’t raised here, so maybe you got away, maybe not. In any case, I gotta hurry if I’m going to meet you because I think tomorrow you’ll be gone.”
“You’re new,” she said to the mirror.
He could feel her breathing, imagined what her flesh would feel like if he smoothed his fingers down her thigh. “Actually, I’m not here at all.”
She turned on the stool, grabbing her beer, and took a sip while she examined him. She was still smiling when she was done.
“You look pretty (bleep) here, Dine kind. But then maybe I’m a ghost too and maybe I see dead people.”
That deserved his attention, so he allowed his body to turn, facing her, knees touching hers. Through the stiff denim of his jeans he could feel her body vibrate like the inner workings of an expensive Swiss timepiece.
“Chester Tso is my grandfather. I believe he will die tonight.” He watched it sink in. She bit her lip just below the slight scar that slashed her upper lip, probably from an old injury. It made her look dangerous and sexy as hell. A slight worry line creased her right eye with just a touch of a twitch.
She turned back to the counter, staring down as if examining the head on her beer allowing her unpolished nail of her left forefinger to dip into the sudsy froth and draw a figure eight. “Then it sucks to be you.”
He had to agree with her. It sucked he’d never made much of himself, and now Grandfather was dying, knowing that. He wasn’t sure there was any potential for any spiritual growth anytime soon, either. That sucked too.
That left only one option for this evening. To get drunk. Maybe get her so drunk she’d go back with him to the motel. He glanced around the room and didn’t see any white boys so figured he’d have a chance with her. With any luck, neither one would remember a thing in the morning. He’d get the call Grandfather was gone. He could pay his respects, stay for the ceremony and then get his butt out of Arizona and back to Northern California. Forget this sandy hell hole for as long as the drink lasted.
“So why are you here?” he started. “Cheaper to drink at home, and a whole lot less dangerous. The drive is what I meant.” He was surprised these words came out of his mouth.
She answered the mirror again. “I know what you meant, Dine kind. I teach at the school.”
“Ah. First choice or last choice?” He knew it was a risk to ask it but he couldn’t help himself.
She almost spit her beer out. “Gawd, it must be true. That old fart gave you some of those visions.”
He turned and tilted his head, wondering what she meant. She addressed him this time by angling slightly so her knees wouldn’t touch his again. Her face in partial profile was masked. She was trying to hide something. “I’m not a do-gooder. Not one of those. I get to hide in plain sight. But I do carry a gun.”
“Running from something.”
“Nope.” She licked her lips, her tongue lingering there a little long, her eyes again focused down on the counter. “I am the sole breadwinner, and protector of my little tribe. My mother and my little sister.”
“Except you drink too much.” He knew she’d not like that comment.
“As do you. I can smell an alcoholic a mile away.” Then she gave him the sultry look he was waiting for. “I seem to be drawn to them, like a string of bad pennies, little babbling storytellers. Can’t help it. My nature, I guess.”
Well, she already had said twice as many words as he normally liked in a woman, and hadn’t given him nearly enough “looks”, but he was game.
“Humor me. What makes you drawn to me?”
Her full focus on his face almost made him blush. Her power and nature were strong. Her soul deep. She did not possess the need to smile from nervousness, or to hide the spirit that ran wild inside her. For him, right here and right now, she allowed him to absorb and be warmed by it. Her dark eyes and unlined forehead honestly peered back at him. “I like your jet black hair Dine man. The dark of your eyes all the way through. The black eyes of the tribal kind. But you weren’t raised here, so maybe you got away, maybe not. In any case, I gotta hurry if I’m going to meet you because I think tomorrow you’ll be gone.”
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Don't see a topic to reply about. But Happy 4h to all.
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Happy 4th indeed! Thanks for sharing your day with us today...
DeleteI've enjoyed a few of Sharon's SEAL books.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jane!
DeleteAloha, Kim. Thanks for the spotlight and excerpt, here's wishing you and your family a wonderful 4th of July celebration!
ReplyDeleteI do love stories about SEALs.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mary. Me too. Some of the first romances I ever read.
DeleteI need to read this series....I love SEAL books. Happy 4th of July everyone and thank you for all who served.
ReplyDeleteOh a new recruit? Awesome. Hope you enjoy them. Book #1, Accidental SEAL is free on all electronic readers for now. Happy 4th.
DeleteI haven't read any of the books in this series yet but they sound great! Happy 4th of July :)
ReplyDeleteDanielle, thanks so much and I hope you'll go pick up some freebies. There are several reduced in honor of the 4th.
DeleteThese sound like fantastic books to add to my list. So doing.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Debby, I appreciate that! Happy 4th.
DeleteThank you, Kim, for supporting our military men and women, like I do (what am I saying, much more than I do). Truly, writing Navy SEALs is a labor of love. I love their community, their honor, the nearly impossible training they go through, and how they are the guys who get 'er done. They're not quitters when the chips are down.
ReplyDeleteKim and I have been friends, introduced by another member of the SEAL community, Anne Elizabeth (waves to Anne if you're reading this). Our paths cross too infrequently. Kim has the heart "the size of the ocean" as I'm fond of saying about my SEALs.
Please take advantage of a couple of freebies I've put on just for today. Remember to wear red on Fridays: R.E.D. Remember Everyone Deployed. Send a message to Kim with your address (not on this loop) and I'll make sure to send you some red wrist bands to help celebrate every Friday. I've given away over 17,000 of them.
Sharon is one of my favorite authors. She is such a generous and caring person and I one day I will find a way to meet her. I love her Seal books and am so happy to be apart of her street team. Thank you Sharon for everything you do! Happy Independence Day everyone!
ReplyDeleteAhhh, thanks Robin! Happy 4th to you and your family as well. Let's celebrate our freedom together!
DeleteMahalo! Happy July 4th! What an awesome book to be featuring today. I can't wait to read it, however after hearing JD reading the clip, I may have to get the audio version :-) Thank you for featuring Sharon!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Diane. We're working on the audio book this week. I agree with you there about JD.
DeleteLove Sharon's Seals her books are some of my favorite military romance. Her RED bracelets are great I've given out so many. So glad I was introduced by JM Madden to Sharon. It's a friendship I treasure
ReplyDeleteIndeed. We meet some of our best friends through our best friends. I was the lucky one, Karen!
DeleteI love this series although I am on the 3rd book SEAL Under Covers. Thank you Kim & Sharon for all you do for the military. I have always have respect for the men & women in the military but more so now. My step son was in Afghanistan with Army & youngest is an Army National Guardman. As we celebrate this 4th of July please remember & thank those who have served, who are serving & those who gave the ultimate sacrifice so we can celebrate this day!! Happy Independence Day!!!
ReplyDeleteYou bet, Melissa! That's what today's about. We get to read what we want, have so much freedom the rest of the world doesn't even understand. Given so unselfishly, of course. This is for them, the ones who helped make us the wonderful nation we are. Who gave all in many cases. We honor and live our lives with that honor and pride.
DeleteThanks for the interesting review. Happy 4th July to everybody.
ReplyDeleteAnd to you as well, Diane.
DeleteI'm afraid I've not read her as yet but I'm always looking for new authors and her books sound very good! Happy 4th everyone!
ReplyDeleteCats lady she has her first book of the series free on Amazon also the box set & the fourth book is free also today!!
DeleteLove to have you as a new recruit Catslady! Enjoy!
DeleteSharon is a new to me author but I do like stories about Seals so I have to try one sometime :-)
ReplyDeleteLove to have you give me a try! Thanks for stopping by today!
DeleteOhh I really like that cover.
ReplyDeleteThat's cute Brendon from Boston. He's a really nice guy too. Came to our Launch Party and I have some signed posters!
DeleteNice covers on those books.
ReplyDeleteGmapeony
Thanks so much!!
DeleteJust popping in to say hi. I love all. Sharon's books and audios. I loved SEALs Code. All the best ladies.
ReplyDeleteDon't bother entering me as I've been lucky enough to have Sharon's marvellous swag
Love you, Julie!
DeleteHappy 4th of July
ReplyDeleteYou too!
Deletegreat book to highlight on the 4th of July! I hope everyone is having a happy holiday.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Linda!
DeleteHappy 4th! I've got some catching up to do on this series!
ReplyDeleteMusic to my ears!
DeleteI always enjoy Sharon Hamilton's books (even though I'm a bit behind in reading them!!). :)
ReplyDeleteKaren C, no worries. I plan on writing forever. You got lots of time!
DeleteI have not yet read this series, but I enjoyed the excerpt from Seal's Code and have put it on my TBR list. Great covers too!
ReplyDeleteThank you, BookLady! Hope you'll find time soon. First book in the series, Accidental SEAL, is free on all eBook devices. Enjoy!
DeleteSounds fantastic! *adds to TBR*
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