When he sees a woman drowning, Grisham Abbot immediately leaps into action. The Navy SEAL forgets his training, his past, and the explosion that forever scarred his body and his mind. He can only remember what he was born to do. But saving Greta Owen is a complication Grisham is definitely not ready for. She’s stunning and gorgeous—like sunlight after months of darkness. Yep, Grisham is so, so screwed.
Greta knows that the smart thing to do would be to run from Grisham. He’s a wounded warrior, and his head is a big-time mess. The problem is that Greta wants to make him her mess. One kiss and she’s completely in over her head. And if this SEAL risked himself to save her, then she must find a way to bring him back to life . . .
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Diana Gardin is a wife of one and a mom of two. Writing is her second full time job to that, and she loves it! Diana writes contemporary romance in the Young Adult and New Adult categories. She's also a former Elementary school teacher. She loves steak, sugar cookies, and Coke and hates working out.
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I am giving away military swag to one randomly selected commenter. To enter the giveaway,
1. Leave a comment about elementary school teachers - do you know any? Or have a favorite memory of a teacher from elementary school?
I admire one couple in our church - they are both elementary teachers, Sunday School teachers, and parents of twins. I give my box tops to them since my son's high school does not collects them.
2. Comments are open through Saturday, March 12, 10 pm in Baltmore.
3. I'll post the winner on Sunday, March 13.
Mahalo,
Kim in Baltimore
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Diana offers an excerpt from SAVED BY THE SEAL ...
The stinging hot needles of Grisham’s shower feels heavenly as it washes the sand and salt off of my body. I smile to myself as I run my hands through my wet hair, remembering how amazing the day was. I’m also remembering how hot Grisham is on a surfboard. He’s such a natural out there, dipping low on his board when he needs to and riding each wave in effortlessly. He never once lost a wave.
It was an incredible day.
And now that same hot, sexy guy is waiting for me somewhere in his house while I shower. I can’t keep the smile off my face.
Suddenly, a warm hand slides around my waist until it rests on my stomach. I gasp as Grisham yanks me back against the hard planes of his wet body, and one of my arms immediately goes up to wrap around the back of his neck.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he groans into my ear. I can feel it; he’s hard and ready for me, and I turn in his arms to face him.
I’m so not prepared for the sight of Grisham fully naked in the shower with me.
My eyes roam greedily from his broad, tattooed shoulders to the muscled wall of his chest. Then they drift down to the rack of abdominal muscles that could and should definitely be in a magazine. A trail of dark hair leads down to the impressive length of his cock, and a whimper escapes me. I pull my eyes away to travel down his thick thighs and cantaloupe-sized calf, before my gaze meanders lazily up his body once more.
And when I meet his gaze, I’m instantly wet and ready for him, more so than I’ve ever been before. Because the sight of a man that looks like Grisham devouring every inch of me in return is beyond hot.
“I’m done waiting,” he grinds out, just before his lips collide with mine.
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I'm going to assume that elementary school is what we call primary school. Both of my parents taught primary school, my father was a headmaster.
ReplyDeleteA few of my former classmates & friends became elementary school teachers. My children actually had several of them as teachers. Then two of my grandchildren were their students as well. Same town and same svhool attended by our family. This book sounds like a great read. Diana is a new Author for me.
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I do know some elementary schoolteachers. They work amazingly hard.
ReplyDeleteMy sister and sister-in-law ate both wonderful elementary teachers in inner-city schools. One is in North Carolina and the other in Pittsburgh, PA.
ReplyDeleteElementary school is called Primary school in England, and Australia. I remember my headmaster from Primary school and he was really nice.
ReplyDeleteI married a middle school teacher, so I know a lot of teachers! Elementary teachers can tell the most amazing stories about their students... kinda like the old Art Linkletter show!!! They say the darnest things!!'
ReplyDeleteMy neighbor teaches elementary school!
ReplyDeleteA couple of my friends are elementary school teachers.
ReplyDeleteI definitely have a favorite teacher from grade school. She was always the sweet one with a smile on her face.
ReplyDeleteMy niece is a teacher and my nephew did some substitute teaching. I can still remember most of my grade school teachers and other special ones along the way.
ReplyDeleteDiana has great hair! Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteHow can you not love elementary teachers. They help you grow through those first highly impressionable years. My favorite elementary teacher was my third grade teacher, Mrs. Dohr. In the beginning of the school year she gave each of us a rock that she had painted flowers and a 'Good Luck in 3rd Grade!' on. I still have the rock :)
I don't know any elementary school teachers.
ReplyDeleteMRs. Philhower, my 4th grade teacher. Took us on wonderful field trips, taught us songs, and she read to us. My favorite was THE HOBBIT. She was one of my favorite teachers ever!
ReplyDeleteDenise
My three sisters are all elementary school teachers.
ReplyDeleteI had good ones and one who was tough
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