True Blue SEALs: Zak (True Navy Blue #1)

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by Sharon Hamilton




  Zak

  True Blue SEALs

  (Contains prequel novella True Navy Blue)

  Sharon Hamilton

  Sharon Hamilton’s Book List

  SEAL Brotherhood

  SEAL Encounter (Book .5)

  Accidental SEAL (Book 1)

  SEAL Endeavor (Book 1.5)

  Fallen SEAL Legacy (Book 2)

  SEAL Under Covers (Book 3)

  SEAL The Deal (Book 4)

  Cruisin’ For A SEAL (Book 5)

  SEAL My Destiny (Book 6)

  SEAL Of My Heart (Book 7)

  Bad Boys of SEAL Team 3

  SEAL’s Promise (Book 1)

  SEAL My Home (Book 2)

  SEAL’s Code (Book 3)

  Band of Bachelors

  Lucas (Book 1)

  Alex (Book 2)

  Jake (Book 3)

  True Blue SEALs

  True Navy Blue (prequel to Zak)

  Zak

  Nashville SEAL

  Nashville SEAL (Book 1)

  Jameson (Book 2)

  Fredo

  Fredo’s Secret (novella) Book 1

  Fredo’s Dream (Book 2)

  Novellas

  SEAL Encounter

  SEAL Endeavor

  True Navy Blue (prequel to Zak)

  Fredo’s Secret

  Nashville SEAL

  SEAL You In My Dreams (Magnolias and Moonshine)

  SEAL Of Time (Trident Legacy)

  Boxed Sets

  SEAL Brotherhood Box Set 1 (SEALs)

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  SEAL’s Goal: The Beautiful Game

  Love Me Tender, Love You Hard

  Fall From Grace Series

  Gideon: Heavenly Fall

  Golden Vampires of Tuscany

  Honeymoon Bite (Book 1)

  Mortal Bite (Book 2)

  The Guardians

  Heavenly Lover (Book 1)

  Underworld Lover (Book 2)

  Underworld Queen (Book 3)

  About the Book

  This updated book contains bonus material. It begins with the novella, True Navy Blue, and then is followed by the full length book, True Blue SEALs: Zak.

  True Navy Blue:

  Zak Chambers’ first mission as a Navy SEAL is to save the woman he loves.

  He grows up in the shadow of a home grown hero he’s always being compared to. But even heroes can be unlucky, and when the legendary SEAL sacrifices his life overseas, Zak is moved to follow in his footsteps.

  His fast and furious fling in high school, Amy Dobson, is still the wild child daughter of the local Chief of Police, doing her best to excise her demons by partying with half the male population of their town. Barging back into his life, they spend one stolen night together before Zak ships off for his first deployment. But will this be enough to sustain them to a Happily Ever After when she is targeted by a home grown terrorist cell?

  True Blue SEALs: Zak

  After successfully passing the BUD/S training, and helping to stop a San Francisco terrorist attack, Zak goes to the arena of war with the rest of his SEAL Team 3 buddies, to return a changed man. Amy will have to negotiate the pain in her heart as she works to discover the man she loved going off to war is still the man of her dreams, and only if she can convince Zak he still is that man.

  Begin Reading

  Dedication

  About the Author

  Series Overview

  Table of Contents

  Copyright © 2016 by Sharon Hamilton

  Kindle Edition

  ISBN: 978-1-945020-01-8

  All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the copyright owner of this book.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. In many cases, liberties and intentional inaccuracies have been taken with rank, description of duties, locations and aspects of the SEAL community.

  License Notes

  This e-book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This e-book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the author’s work.

  Author’s Note

  This is dedicated to all those who have loved once, twice, perhaps three times or more, and thought they should give up. I believe in Happily Ever Afters. I believe in long slow kisses and moonlit strolls on the beach. I believe in walks in the woods on sunny days. I believe in forgiveness and the healing power of true love.

  Love hurts and makes us strong. I believe it brings us to the truest expression of ourselves, and when we strive for true love, we are striving for the very best within our souls.

  Yes, even for Navy SEALs, True Love Heals In The Gardens Of The Heart.

  Live well and love often. And let’s explore the depths our hearts can take us, even in this very short ride of life.

  authorsharonhamilton.com

  [email protected]

  I support two main charities: Navy SEAL/UDT Museum in Ft. Pierce, Florida. Please learn about this wonderful museum, all run by active and former SEALs and their friends and families, and who rely on public support, not that of the U.S. Government.

  www.navysealmuseum.org

  I also support Wounded Warriors, who tirelessly bring together the warrior as well as the family members who are just learning to deal with their soldier’s condition and have nowhere to turn. It is a long path to becoming well, but I’ve seen first-hand what this organization does for its warriors and the families who love them. Please give what your heart tells you is right. If you cannot give, volunteer at one of the many service centers all over the United States. Get involved. Do something meaningful for someone who gave so much of themselves, to families who have paid the price for your freedom. You’ll find a family there unlike any other on the planet.

  www.woundedwarriorproject.org

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Sharon Hamilton’s Book List

  About the Book

  Copyright Page

  Author’s Note

  True Navy Blue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Zak

  Trailer for Zak

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14 />
  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Excerpt from Lucas

  About the Author

  Series Overview

  Reviews

  Navy Seal Prayer

  True Navy Blue

  Prequel to Zak

  Book 1 of the True Blue SEALs Series

  Sharon Hamilton

  Chapter 1

  The red lights flashed, pulsing dangerous images across her white skin as she lay unconscious. Was she dead? He hoped not. Paramedics were pouring over her with care, asking hushed questions, obviously looking for some kind of response. And then, thank God, he heard her whisper something back and cry.

  Where am I?

  They were rougher with him. Zak Chambers was used to people around him making up their minds before they got to know him. Santa Rosa used to be a small town, back when his father was sowing his wild oats. Half the cops in town were kids of the same cops who used to arrest his dad for pranks he was legendary for doing—things like throwing pumpkins into the Redwood Motel pool at Halloween, making the headlines in the local newspaper. His father still had the article hanging on his garage wall.

  And what was so wrong with pouring red Jell-O into the fountain at Santa Rosa High School? They were his high school colors and they’d just creamed Santa Rosa’s football team 47 to 6.

  Why am I thinking about all this stuff? Where the heck am I? What’s happened?

  This time, however, was no prank. His father’s Camaro, a twisted and partially melted hulk in front of him, looked even more ghastly because of the red flashing lights, this was no prank. This wasn’t about Jell-O or pumpkins or anything that could be construed as a high school caper. This was a first-class grown up tragedy, getting worse by the minute. He didn’t have a clue what he was doing here or how he got here.

  “Can you sit up, Chambers?” the gruff uniformed man with a badge and white plastic gloves asked him.

  Where are the pretty nurses? His dad always got lucky with the nurses.

  He tried to right himself, but the blow to his head had him confused. And he’d had a glass of wine, but just one…

  “Need your permission to take a breath sample, son.”

  Fuck me. The guy looked younger than Zak did.

  “No. Not going to happen,” Zak mumbled.

  “Oh, it’s gonna happen. Either here or down at the station, but you better cooperate or you get an automatic suspension.” The guy squinted. He had pimples. He looked like one of the boys he’d hassled in school.

  “Do I know you?” Zak asked. The word “suspension” was rattling around in his head like a bad idea. He tried to focus on it, but nothing came.

  “Oh yea, you do. You used to buy our booze with your fake I.D. when I was a freshman.”

  It was beginning to come back to him now. Little flashes of color. Painful things. Things he didn’t want to remember.

  “Except one time, you kept the money. You freakin’ robbed us, man. Ain’t life a bitch, Zak? Look at us now, dancing here on the pavement with your wrecked souped up Camaro your dad probably spent his year’s pension on, and me here with my badge and gun and all. Oh yea, life is a real bitch sometimes.”

  Zak remembered him. Had an upper crust name like Dawson, or Drew or…

  “I remember you, Dirtbag.” It was what Zak always called him, not because he was a real dirtbag, because he worshiped Zak for the ladies he got to hang with. But it was given him because he was unlucky enough to be named Dirk by his parents. And Zak didn’t want to be anybody’s idol. He wasn’t that fake. He just didn’t deserve it. In those days, Zak was still a promising football player courting a couple of full ride college scholarships. He’d walked away from it all.

  But what the hell am I doing here?

  The kid administered the breathalizer and Zak saw the instrument yanked from the kid’s hands.

  “Still scoring points with the authorities, I see.” An older man with a nasty gravelly voice and a nastier-looking face peered over the top of his head and blinked down at him, upside down. It made Zak dizzy. “And you’re drunk,” he said looking at the device. Instead of showing it to Zak he placed it in a plastic bag and shoved it in his large jacket pocket. “Works for me.”

  “Sir.” Dirtbag stood up. “Should I test—”

  “Yeah. He’s drunk,” the older officer said. “He needs to be taken in until we can figure it out.”

  It occurred to Zak he knew the man but couldn’t remember his name.

  When they stood him up, that’s when Zak saw the other vehicle, a vegetable truck loaded with melons. Half of them were escaping over the freeway, bouncing like a girl’s oversized tits with an agenda of their own. Cars were swerving and Zak expected to hear another crash any minute.

  The older deputy barked some instructions. Two Highway Patrolmen took off with their lights flashing, while someone lit flares and started to direct traffic slowly in one narrow lane taking up part of the shoulder.

  Ginger had not really been his date, but she was going to be his fuckbunny for the night, sure as shit. He’d made the mistake of letting her long lip lock go a little too long, distracting him enough to miss the overloaded melon truck swerving into his lane. The impact was on her side. As he heard it, he noticed the seatbelt firmly pressing into her chest, and like a dog, he had a second or two of turn-on before he realized they’d been hit.

  Seatbelts were a good thing. In this instance, it probably saved Ginger’s life.

  “He hit me,” Zak tried to protest as he was led, handcuffed, into the back of the patrol car. His shouts were falling on deaf ears as they closed the cruiser’s door after shoving him into the rear seat. He saw the ambulance leave in a blaze of red and blue flashing lights ahead of him. He felt bad about not saying goodbye to Ginger before they took her away. He hoped she’d be okay.

  The dark-skinned truck driver had a child clinging to his side. Zak noticed he wasn’t being handcuffed and carted away like Zak was.

  No, this wasn’t going to wind up being a very good day.

  The worst thing about getting taken down to the station was that his mother had to come down and pick him up. They’d not fingerprinted him or taken pictures, just put him in a cell with about twenty others, mostly drunk drivers, which made for a very uncomfortable sleep on a metal bench with a full-on fluorescent light buzzing overhead. But he didn’t have time to tell her. She looked at him like road kill.

  “I wasn’t drinkin’ Ma.” He insisted. It was almost the truth.

  “Zak, you’re just one good time after another,” she said, dragging on her electric cigarette.

  “Where’s Dad?”

  “Sleeping. Right now that’s a good thing.”

  He’d known that was the answer before he’d asked. He’d seen his dad down at the Irish Pub, rubbing shoulders with the computer nerds and yuppies who worked for Medtronic and Agilent. His dad was still better looking than he had a right to be, and though twice their age, could occasionally chat himself into someone’s bed. Zak was glad he’d made it home. Now there was a real alcoholic, Zak thought.

  “You know anything about Ginger?” he asked her.

  “That the girl you were with last night?”

  Zak nodded.

  “News says she’ll be released today. You’re the one that needed the hospitalization.”

  He was relieved. “So that’s where we’re going?” he asked.

  “They should have brought you to the Emergency Room. Dobson didn’t do you any favors. He’d have probably let you bleed out, Zak.”

  Dobson. Holy fuck, Amy Dobson’s father, the chief. He let her take a drag on her eCig.

  “Can’t believe it’s your first day back an
d already you’re in trouble. Surprised they didn’t arrest you.”

  “They still could,” he answered.

  Now he began to remember. It was his day back only to attend his enlistment party a few of his friends were giving him. He was to report to Indoc in three days.

  Thank God they didn’t arrest me. This was way too close. Time to grow up and be smart if I want to really do this. His SEAL career would be over before it started.

  Then he thought about his Dad’s Camaro and was grateful he’d spent the night in jail. He had no idea what the old man was going to do when he woke up. Zak had completely blown his $65,000 ride. That cherry red beauty he kind of borrowed.

  “I’ll pay you guys back for whatever the insurance—”

  She gave him a long horse-face look like he had a purple horn protruding from his forehead.

  “I promise. I will, Mom.”

  “In your dreams lover boy.” She sighed. “I never had to give this advice to your sister, so I might as well waste it on you. I hope you keep some rich little thing happy, Zak. If you can manage to unzip it for just one lady, you’d have a nice life making someone happy. I don’t see it in you to be any kind of provider.”

  “I’m in the Navy now. Maybe I’ll get killed and leave you the insurance policy, Ma.”

  She slapped him harder than he thought she was capable of.

  “Word of advice. Stay away from the Amy Dobsons of the world, Zak. They’ll make your life miserable, just like they always did.”

  Oh yes, now it was coming back to him. The fog was lifting. That summer when he was dodging classes and staying good and wet inside Amy Dobson’s treasure chest. He’d fucked her so many times that year he thought perhaps his pecker would fall off. The girl was insatiable, used to multiple partners and always pushing the envelope faster than he could keep up. In the end, she tired of him and left him handcuffed naked to one of the oak trees outside the Admin building at Santa Rosa Junior College.

  And then she called her dad, then Lieutenant Allister Dobson of the Santa Rosa PD, who got out his bolt cutters. He hesitated a moment, staring down at Zak’s penis, swearing under his breath, halfway making Zak worry his pecker would be clipped. Dobson released him with a grunt. Zak couldn’t help it if he was hung. Apparently that fact wasn’t lost on her father, either.

 

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