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My Sexy Saturday – NEW RELEASE French Kiss – Navy SEALs of Valor 3

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Every Saturday, a group of romance authors share sexy snippets from their published works or works-in-progress. To read some more My Sexy Saturday posts, click here. My post today comes from my NEW RELEASE, French Kiss (Navy SEALs of Valor 3).

First, some eye candy for you. Meet Navy SEAL Karl Patterson. He’s the big hero of this latest Navy SEALs of Valor installment. Thanks, Anya Kelleye, for creating this super hot cover!

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First for the blurb…

Karl Patterson and seven other SEAL Team Six men are deployed to Paris to raid a Le Marais duplex believed to be a terrorist hideout. Finding it abandoned and rigged with explosives, the sailors barely escape. After they return to their hotel anticipating a night of rest and awake to an explosion and raging inferno, Karl and his teammates realize they are one step behind the Red Queen. Not only is she still alive; she’s also hell-bent on vengeance and plans to unleash terror the city won’t soon forget.

Journalist Jamie Phillips awakes to the sound of an explosion and rushes to the window in time to see the perpetrators fleeing from the blackened skeleton of their van. Rushing to escape engulfing flames, she nearly succumbs to the overpowering smoke and falling debris, but is suddenly rescued by a drop-dead gorgeous man she suspects is Special Forces.

Attraction between Karl and Jamie burns hotter than the flames consuming the du Luxembourg hotel. Karl struggles to wipe Jamie from his mind and refocus on the Team’s mission. But heading to the hospital and forgetting Karl aren’t part of Jamie’s plan. Thanks to her keen journalist observational skills, she picked up on key information that just might help SEAL Team Six stop the terrorists.

And now (drum roll please)… Today’s post

Karl Patterson just rescued Jamie Phillips from a raging inferno that erupted in a Paris hotel and now that the stress of the rescue is over, he’s noticing how attractive she is…

As he sprinted from the burning building, gasping for bites of smoke-free air, Karl gazed down at the fragile parcel in his arms. Her eyes were closed and her lips had fallen open like she slept. What remained of Jamie’s fire-singed flannel pajamas were decorated with travel stamps and names of foreign cities. Had she visited London, Rome, and Vienna? At least Paris hadn’t been her final destination.

He brushed a strand of strawberry blond hair away from her face, studying her pale, freckled cheeks and pointed chin. Despite the fact that her face and arms were blackened with ash, a quick visual examination suggested she hadn’t suffered any severe burns. He glanced around. Hundreds of curious bystanders had gathered across the street in Luxembourg Park where they were restrained from getting closer by barriers erected by the police. Police cars, fire brigade trucks, media vans—even a bomb squad van—lined the street. Police wearing flak jackets and protective masks perused the area, communicating with each other by radio.

Karl strode toward the ambulance where he’d left the boy and the woman minutes earlier. I’ll leave Jamie with the paramedics and be on my way. The thought of letting her go made him jerk to a stop. He stared at her beautiful face for a few more seconds not wanting to forget a single detail. The sprinkle of light-brown freckles on her cheeks and nose. Her delicate pointed chin.

You need to find your team, not gape at this woman you don’t even know.

The sight of her drew every ounce of air from his lungs.

I can’t help it.

Keeping his arm tucked under her body, he brushed his hand over her cheek, noticing it felt even softer than it appeared. Like velvet might feel under the pads of his fingers. He imagined touching the bare flesh under what remained of her pajamas.

FRENCH KISS (Navy SEALs of Valor 3) is now live on AmazonClick here  to read the first chapter! If you’re ready to immerse yourself in the first two books in the Navy SEALs of Valor series, you can download  AMALFI AFFAIR (Navy SEALs of Valor 1) on Amazon for 2.99 ( or borrow for free from Kindle Unlimited) and CZECH MATE (Navy SEALs of Valor 2) on Amazon for 2.99 ( or borrow for free from Kindle Unlimited). Both of these books are also available in paperback.

Cover Reveal for Dark Shadows of the Past by Angel Sefer

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Dark Shadows of the Past

(The Greek Isles Series Book 4)

by Angel Sefer

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Blurb:

A deadly conspiracy…
Stunning jewelry designer Christina Connors wakes up laying on a freezing hard surface surrounded by spine-chilling darkness. Realizing she is dumped in an alley next to a dead body, she searches her mind for answers of how she got there but it’s terrifyingly blank. As the fog lifts, memories of dreadful events come crashing down on her.

A secret identity…
Christina finds herself caught in a deadly game of conspiracy, murder, and vengeance. She must discover how to play the game while concealing her real identity as Sophia Rosetti, the daughter of Mafia lord Paolo Rosetti.

Love or betrayal…
Seductively handsome police detective Dan Mallory takes over Christina’s case and vows to protect the feisty enchantress. But when her real identity is revealed, the betrayal is mind blowing. Who is Christina really? Is she the innocent victim running for her life, or is she a deceitful charmer who stole his heart and led him into a conspiracy that could cost him not only his job but also his life.

 

About the Author:

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Angel Sefer was born in Athens, Greece, and has studied and worked on both sides of the Atlantic. She holds a degree in Economics and divides her time between the corporate world and her true passion: reading and writing mystery romance novels, full of heart-racing action, suspense, twists and turns, and breathtaking romance.

Angel is an award-winning, bestselling author, a blogger, and a member of ASMSG, WLC, and several other writers groups.

She lives in Athens, Greece, with the two loves of her life—her son and her husband.

The Greek islands—alluring destinations that cast a spell on the visitor from the very first moment—are among her favorite settings. She has written a whole series of standalone mystery romance novels—The Greek Isles Series—each taking place on a different island.

In this series, dark mysteries mingle with sizzling romances, while the reader enjoys the virtual experience of visiting some of the most enchanting Greek islands. The impeccable beauty of those islands—where nature exists lavishly in hundred shades of green and blue, and centuries of Greek tradition coexist harmoniously with cosmopolitan activity—will steal the reader’s heart away.

Award-winning, bestseller Spellbound in His Arms is the first novel published in The Greek Isles Series. In this suspenseful tale of murder, deceit, and political cover-up, sexy investigative reporter Jackie ignites the fury and stirs the passion of mysterious police detective Michael. The action unfolds on majestic Corfu in the dazzling aquamarine waters of the Ionian Sea.

Bestseller Deadly Secrets is the second novel published in The Greek Isles Series. Stunning Helena and seductive Captain Dimitris confront each other—and make sparks—in this suspenseful tale of murder, deceit, embezzlement, and treachery. The action unfolds on picturesque Mykonos—one of the most beautiful islands in the sparkling sapphire waters of the Aegean Sea—and is supported by a steamy story of forbidden love.

The Heiress of Santorini is the third novel published in The Greek Isles Series. The startling truth about her billionaire client drives breathtaking insurance manager Alexandra over the edge but cannot quell her desire for sinfully handsome and off-limits Mark. This tale of non-stop action, suspense, deceit, and murder unfolds in Atlanta, New York, and on the awe-inspiring island of Santorini—a precious gem in the Aegean Sea that is still an active volcano with spectacular rock formations, impressive lunar landscapes, and breathtaking red and black sand beaches.

Dark Shadows of The Past is the fourth novel in The Greek Isles Series. Dazzling Christina is caught in a deadly game of conspiracy, murder, treachery, and vengeance while desperately trying to conceal her real identity. Seductively handsome police detective Dan puts his job and life on the line to protect this feisty enchantress from the threat hovering over her. The non-stop action and steamy romance unfolds in Atlanta, the Blue Ridge Mountains of Northern Georgia, and the island of Cephalonia—the fascinating setting of “Captain Corelli’s Mandolin” in the amazing aquamarine waters of the Ionian Sea. Dark Shadows of The Past will be available Spring 2015.

 

Links for Angel Sefer:

 

Website:  http://www.angelsefer.com

Blog:  http://www.angelsefer.blogspot.com

Facebook:  http://on.fb.me/Vq75eu

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/AngelSefer

Google+ Page:  http://bit.ly/1xau2CE

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Amazon Author’s page:  http://author.to/AngelSefe

Goodreads Profile:  http://bit.ly/15ePyoE

E-mail:  angelsefer@ymail.com

 

My Sexy Saturday – March 7, 2015 – from March 31 release, FRENCH KISS (Navy SEALs of Valor 3)

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Every Saturday, a group of romance authors share sexy snippets from their published works or works-in-progress. To read some more My Sexy Saturday posts, click here. My post today comes from my upcoming (March 31) release French Kiss (Navy SEALs of Valor 3).

First, some eye candy for you. Meet Navy SEAL Karl Patterson. He’s the big hero of this latest Navy SEALs of Valor installment. Thanks, Anya Kelleye, for creating this super hot cover!

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First for the blurb…

Karl Patterson and seven other SEAL Team Six men are deployed to Paris to raid a Le Marais duplex believed to be a terrorist hideout. Finding it abandoned and rigged with explosives, the sailors barely escape. After they return to their hotel anticipating a night of rest and awake to an explosion and raging inferno, Karl and his teammates realize they are one step behind the Red Queen. Not only is she still alive; she’s also hell-bent on vengeance and plans to unleash terror the city won’t soon forget.

Journalist Jamie Phillips awakes to the sound of an explosion and rushes to the window in time to see the perpetrators fleeing from the blackened skeleton of their van. Rushing to escape engulfing flames, she nearly succumbs to the overpowering smoke and falling debris, but is suddenly rescued by a drop-dead gorgeous man she suspects is Special Forces.

Attraction between Karl and Jamie burns hotter than the flames consuming the du Luxembourg hotel. Karl struggles to wipe Jamie from his mind and refocus on the Team’s mission. But heading to the hospital and forgetting Karl aren’t part of Jamie’s plan. Thanks to her keen journalist observational skills, she picked up on key information that just might help SEAL Team Six stop the terrorists.

And now (drum roll please)… Today’s post

Karl Patterson has recently rescued Jamie Phillips from a raging inferno that erupted in a Paris hotel. Jamie is about to tell him what she witnessed from her hotel room window just after the fire broke out. 

Karl vaulted up into the back of the ambulance and knelt beside Jamie, confronting her wild, unfocused eyes. When a coughing fit assaulted her, he instinctively reached for her hand. “Hi, Jamie. Are you okay? Do you need a glass of water?”

She shook her head, blinked and then her brilliant, blue-green eyes widened with oh, it’s you recognition. “Oh, good, you’re here.”

He waited for the doors to shut behind him before continuing. “The EMTs said you wanted to talk to me. I’m here to listen to whatever you have to say.”

She jerked her hand free and tried to push herself up into a seated position.

He gripped her shoulders and gently tried to push her back down on the stretcher. His breath caught in his throat as an undercurrent of sexual awareness ripped through him. Their faces were close enough he could have counted every beautiful freckle on her face.

Too close.

He longed to trace a finger along some of the freckles on her cheek and around the delicate outline of her pointed chin. Karl’s heart rate accelerated and he drew in a long breath to regain his focus. “No, please. You need to rest. You don’t have to sit up for me to hear you.”

Her mouth quirked in a puzzled expression, but she allowed her weight to fall back down on the stretcher. “Okay, Karl. But you have to listen to me.” Yellow flecks burned in the depths of her blue-green eyes. “I want those terrorists brought to justice. They’re filthy murderers.”

FRENCH KISS (Navy SEALs of Valor 3), now available for Pre-order on Amazon, will release March 31, 2015. Click here if you’d like to read the first chapter! If you’re ready to immerse yourself in the first two books in the Navy SEALs of Valor series, you can download  AMALFI AFFAIR (Navy SEALs of Valor 1) on Amazon for 2.99 ( or borrow for free from Kindle Unlimited) and CZECH MATE (Navy SEALs of Valor 2) on Amazon for 2.99 ( or borrow for free from Kindle Unlimited). Both of these books are also available in paperback.

Preface and Chapter One – March 31st release FRENCH KISS – Navy SEALs of Valor 3

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BLURB:

Karl Patterson and seven other SEAL Team Six men are deployed to Paris to raid a Le Marais duplex believed to be a terrorist hideout. Finding it abandoned and rigged with explosives, the sailors barely escape. After they return to their hotel anticipating a night of rest and awake to an explosion and raging inferno, Karl and his teammates realize they are one step behind the Red Queen. Not only is she still alive; she’s also hell-bent on vengeance and plans to unleash terror the city won’t soon forget.

Journalist Jamie Phillips awakes to the sound of an explosion and rushes to the window in time to see the perpetrators fleeing from the blackened skeleton of their van. Rushing to escape engulfing flames, she nearly succumbs to the overpowering smoke and falling debris, but is suddenly rescued by a drop-dead gorgeous man she suspects is Special Forces.

Attraction between Karl and Jamie burns hotter than the flames consuming the du Luxembourg hotel. Karl struggles to wipe Jamie from his mind and refocus on the Team’s mission. But heading to the hospital and forgetting Karl aren’t part of Jamie’s plan. Thanks to her keen journalist observational skills, she picked up on key information that just might help SEAL Team Six stop the terrorists.

PREFACE

May 13, 2014

Paris, France

0200 hours

A woman wearing night vision goggles swept the heavy dark curtains aside and peered out the window of her Le Marais apartment. Manic laughter escaped her lips. Several uniformed men carrying bulky weapons crept around the perimeter of a two-story apartment across the street.

The American government must have deemed the Red Queen’s followers to be a major threat to send DEVGRU.

The best of the best of the SEALs or not—the men didn’t stand a chance. They had erroneously concluded that the Red Queen was dead and the leaderless insurgents had lost their edge.

The people who will scrape up what remains of their bodies will soon learn that I’m very much alive.

The SEAL team would raid the apartment to find it empty—well, almost empty, actually. She had planted a little gift for the American sailors that would blow them into a million bloody pieces.

She made a mock explosion sound and then laughed, thinking about her upcoming attacks that would make headlines in the next twenty-four hours.

She tugged down the hem of her tight black velvet dress, which clung to her stockings. Her blood-red stilettos clicked across the tile floor as she walked toward the marble-topped bar. She pulled a glass from a shelf above the counter, uncapped the bottles of gin and vermouth and stirred herself a strong martini, topping off the cocktail with an olive she had plucked from a jar in the small refrigerator.

She raised the glass in the air and extended her arm as if preparing to make a toast with an invisible person.

“To death,” she said in a Russian accent before tipping the clear crystal glass toward her lips. The first swallow rocketed through her bloodstream, making her feel pleasantly light-headed.

“Ahhh.” She gazed into the rectangle of mirrored glass that decorated the back of the bar, admiring her reflection. Flawless white skin scrubbed smooth every morning, long dark hair that gleamed with healthy radiance from hourly daily brushing and blood red lipstick that had become her new trademark once she had started impersonating her sister. Confusing people about their two identities had played a major role in her plan’s success.

They’ll be so shocked tomorrow when the body count soars.

She took another deep swallow of the potent drink, relishing the way the prisms hanging from the crystal chandelier and the oil paintings in gold leaf frames appeared to bob like floating objects on the sea as she walked back to the window.

Strong drinks are so invigorating. Almost as much as blood and death. She raised her glass in the air for another toast.

 

CHAPTER ONE

 

Crouched outside a seventeenth century duplex on Rue Charlot in Le Marais, Karl Patterson gripped his weapon tighter to secure it in his sweating palms. His night vision goggles illuminated his surroundings in eerie green hues.

Two draped statues, perched on the stone molding above the door, peered down at the observant warrior. The brass knocker on the wooden door reminded him of Scrooge’s entrance in A Christmas Carol. Karl’s mind had a knack for numbers, constantly calculating, analyzing, and storing information in the recesses of his brain like a powerful computer.

The narrow street on the Seine River’s Rive Droite had been thrown into blackness the instant the DEVGRU team dismantled the street lanterns. Karl and the six other men had rigged doors and windows with explosives and waited for their highest-ranking enlisted man on the mission Petty Officer 1st Class, Darryl Jennings, to give the order to detonate the explosives and raid the apartment.

While Karl waited, his tensed muscles ready to react in a millisecond, the cool and damp night air wrapped around him.

Temperature approximately fifty-eight degrees Fahrenheit or fourteen degrees Celsius. Humidity fifty percent plus.

A barking dog broke into the sleepy silence. The hollow, eerie sound of the lone animal echoed through the corridor of old stone buildings, all interconnected and some sheltered with awnings. Only a scanty line of trees protected the men from view. Moving silently and out-of-sight was imperative. The nearby shops had been closed for hours and the unlit windows suggested the residents were tucked away in their beds. But it only took one insomniac peering outside and shouting to blow the entire operation.

Karl glanced at his watch. Four minutes and ten seconds had passed and still he waited. His thigh muscles burned from squatting low for so long and he bit down on his lip to distract himself from the discomfort.

Karl’s uniform clung to his sweaty body as if he were crouched inside an overheated sauna instead of surrounded by cool night air. His clammy palms slipped across the steel handle of his weapon and gripped it tighter as he huffed out a sustained exhale.

We’re prepared for anything. He and his team had trained long and hard to face the most adverse situations. Hell, they’d raided dozens of compounds in Afghanistan and Pakistan and even rescued a journalist held hostage in Somalia. In the remote villages, they’d been hard pressed to get a sip of clean water. On more than one mission, he had battled intestinal distress as well as the enemy.

Karl thrived on the thrill of danger and uncertainty. Conquering individuals and organizations that threatened national and international security had become an obsession ever since Kelsi’s death. His commitment to excellence had paid off and he’d become a vital member of a top-notch team.

Anxiety, typically a barely noticeable undercurrent reminding him not to let his guard down, short-circuited in his nervous system. For the first time ever, he experienced an emotion resembling fear. Karl wasn’t a worrier. He was the thinker who analyzed and crunched numbers in his head. He disciplined his mind to tune out extraneous background noise—emotions, superstitions and intuition.

I belong here. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Petty Officer 1st Class Nathan Brooks would have led their team had he not been on medical leave. On May second, a gunman had infiltrated Bagram Air Force Base. The intruder, who had downloaded confidential information from mission control, had launched a grenade to foil his pursuers and bolted. Another soldier had been killed and Nathan had suffered a serious shoulder injury while Karl and female Air Force Captain Baylee Stiles had escaped with only scrapes and bruises.

SEAL Team Six had been deployed to Paris less than twenty-four hours after CIA agents intercepted a series of suspicious telephone calls. The threat of multiple terrorist attacks was imminent, Master Chief Drake had said, and DEVGRU had to act fast to try to avert a massive loss of life.

Chief Drake had even ordered Darryl Jennings to cut his Prague vacation with his girlfriend short to lead this urgent mission. Darryl had proposed to Olivia the night he’d received Drake’s urgent call. Darryl could have met his team in Paris in a sour mood, spewing out frustrated expletives—he must have wanted to after the romantic night with his fiancée had been interrupted. But that wasn’t Darryl’s way. He always gave the team his all and that included a pleasant, upbeat attitude, no matter how unpleasant or disappointing the circumstances.

In addition to the phone intel, the CIA had contacted Drake with an anonymous tip. Terrorists were hiding out in a Le Marais duplex.

So here we are…

Yeah, with very little to go on. Karl grappled to regain his composure.

Stop this shit.

Undisciplined thoughts continued to race around in his brain until he wondered if this was all really happening.

Over beers the men would share their off-the-wall nightmares and howl with laughter. Ones where night vision goggles malfunctioned and they couldn’t see a damn thing or they burst into a building unarmed or even naked. Those rare, light-hearted evenings had never felt so far removed.

Karl battled the negative chatter with rational thoughts. We’re on top of this. Darryl’s a competent leader and we are some of America’s best men.

Karl couldn’t tell 1st Class Petty Officer Jennings that his brain had gone haywire and that if they didn’t call off the mission, he would piss his pants. He needed to regain his focus so he could work side-by-side with his team to avert the danger humming in the air.

Darryl’s order to enter the building pierced Karl’s eardrum through his headset. After activating the explosives that blew the wooden door into splinters, he burst into the dark tunnel of the hallway holding his weapon tight onto his shoulder. Despite the night vision goggles, he could barely distinguish the details of his surroundings through the powdery debris rising around him.

Knowing his teammates Chris and Jared were right behind him, Karl stealthily stepped across the marble-floored hallway, his body pressed to the wall, his senses on high alert for movement. He had to know in an instant if whoever he encountered was man, woman or child and if they were armed so he could make a split second decision to kill or not to kill. His other urgent task was protecting fellow members of his team. He was ready and willing to sacrifice his own life to save any one of these men who were like family to him.

Darryl and four other TEAM members roped their way up onto the apartment building rooftop and planned to enter from upstairs windows. After checking the two bedrooms, they planned to rendezvous with Karl and the others in the living room downstairs. Every DEVGRU man on the mission had the layout of the nine hundred and fifty square foot duplex etched firmly in his mind. They’d pored over copies of the original architectural drawings during their flight.

“No one on the second floor,” said Darryl’s voice in Karl’s earpiece. “No furniture, clothing or anything else either. Whoever was here must have vacated. We’re descending the stairs now.”

After perusing the kitchen area, where the polished stone counters were bare, Karl jerked around a corner and lunged into the living room, continuing to curl his index finger around the weapon’s trigger so he could fire in a millisecond.

His gaze swept around the room and the wooden floorboards creaked as he stepped slowly across the floor. A lone crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling. Instead of a couch, chairs and the other furniture Karl expected to see, the floor shone bare and nail holes dotted the walls where paintings had once hung. Every trace of the previous tenants had been removed. There wasn’t even a scrap of paper or a paperclip lying on the floor.

The only sign that the apartment had been recently occupied was the odor of a strange perfume and something else. Karl sniffed the air again to see what the sweet and leathery scent masked. Explosives. His gaze darted across the floor, spotting a faint outline of a detonation cord following the woodwork around the room’s perimeter. In several places, charges had been hooked in. Fuck.

“The building’s rigged. We need to get the hell out of here,” Karl shouted into his headset. Across the room, he saw Darryl and the other men crouched behind him.

“You three head for the front door,” shouted Darryl. “We’ll vacate through the upstairs windows.”

In an instant their mission escalated into panic mode. Karl jerked around, pushing Chris roughly forward and shouting for him and Jared to run. Their pounding footsteps and labored breaths echoed through the empty apartment as the three men sprinted down the hall toward the open door. Karl’s lungs burned from the sudden exertion as every fast-twitch muscle in his body fought a desperate battle. The instant Karl’s fast footfalls struck the pavement just outside the duplex an explosion erupted into the night.

The vibration and onslaught of debris from the first blast dropped Karl to his knees. Fortunately, Jared was free and clear. Orange flames from the destroyed building illuminated the street. Chris, still running, looked back toward Karl. Another loud explosion pierced Karl’s eardrums, shaking the ground under his feet.

Fuck. Karl waved his hand frantically toward Chris. “Don’t stop. Get the hell out of here.”

Grunting to ward off the knife sharp pain in his knee, Karl pushed himself back up and resumed a loping run.

Pre-order FRENCH KISS, Navy SEALs of Valor 3 Now! Price is 2.99 until release day on March 31 and then will be 3.99.