A SEAL's Salvation

by Tawny Weber

  Subject: Navy SEAL Petty Officer Brody Lane

  Current Status: On leave

  Obstacle: The one girl who was off-limits…

  Where Navy SEAL “Bad Ass” Brody Lane goes, trouble follows. Being run out of his hometown years ago for misbehaving with Genna Reilly—the sheriff’s daughter—was one thing. Now Brody is about to step into real danger. Not the suggestive letters he’s been exchanging with Genna, but the kind of trouble that can send a soldier home injured and broken inside…

  Genna’s entire life has been orchestrated by her family. The

  right job. The right friends. Enough! Brody’s return offers the promise of lust-filled pleasures. Of flesh teased and tasted. She’s not expecting to find a soldier with distant eyes who has secluded himself from the world. But this good girl knows exactly how to bring a bad boy back to life….

  Uniformly Hot!

  The Few. The Proud. The Sexy as Hell.

  “What exactly do you think you’re doing?”

  “Seducing you.”

  Damn. That was what Brody had been afraid of.

  “You were trying to pretend we’re just friends. Except we aren’t,” Genna murmured. “What we are is crazy attracted to each other. We need to act on that attraction…. The total act, with you naked. I’m willing to be on top if you’re still holding on to that friendship myth of yours. That way you can tell yourself I took advantage.”

  He made some sort of choking sound, sure if he had any blood left in his brain it would have been words of protest.

  Then Genna let her dress fall to the floor. Brody actually gulped trying not to swallow his tongue.

  She was gorgeous.

  Ivory limbs glowed like silk, the long sleek length of her interrupted by tiny pieces of black lace. He didn’t know where to start. At the top, where the lace cupped the gentle slope of her breasts. Or at the bottom, where it was barely held in place by two tiny strings.

  His gaze as hot as the blood rushing through his body, he decided to settle for the middle. At the cherry-red jewel decorating her belly button.

  Screw friendship. And screw good sense.

  He was gonna let Genna Reilly seduce him….

  Dear Reader,

  Aah, first love. For giddy teen Genna Reilly there’s something extra exciting, and extra sweet, about that first rush of falling in love. She’s so sure it’s going to be perfect that she refuses to consider any other outcome. But Brody Lane knows better. Nothing in life is perfect, nothing ever turns out for the best, and love? He’s pretty sure that’s a fairy tale.

  Still, one hot summer night, Genna’s belief in love overcomes Brody’s skepticism. Unfortunately, that first hot, sexy kiss results in the end of Genna’s belief in perfection, and in Brody being shanghaied into the navy. But it doesn’t end their feelings for each other.

  Ten years later these two are still perfect for each other. But with so much baggage from the past, it’s going to be difficult for them to face the very real challenges that the present brings. Brody is a navy SEAL wounded in duty. And Genna…well, Genna has a people-pleasing problem.

  Genna and Brody were so fun to write. They just belonged together, and I loved telling their story. And since Brody and Genna’s book is out in February, let me wish you happy Valentine’s Day!

  I hope you have a month filled with love and all things romantic, including some good books. Stop by my website, at www.tawnyweber.com, or visit me on Facebook and share your favorite Valentine memory. And look for my next Uniformly Hot! SEAL story, A SEAL’S Kiss, on sale in April 2014.

  Cheers,

  Tawny Weber

  A SEAL’S SALVATION

  Tawny Weber

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  USA TODAY bestselling author Tawny Weber has been writing sassy, sexy romances since her first Harlequin Blaze was published in 2007. A fan of Johnny Depp, cupcakes and color coordination, she spends a lot of her time shopping for cute shoes, scrapbooking and hanging out on Facebook.

  Come by and visit her website, www.tawnyweber.com, for hunky contests, delicious recipes and lots of fun.

  Books by Tawny Weber

  HARLEQUIN BLAZE

  324—DOUBLE DARE

  372—DOES SHE DARE?

  418—RISQUÉ BUSINESS

  462—COMING ON STRONG

  468—GOING DOWN HARD

  492—FEELS LIKE THE FIRST TIME

  513—BLAZING BEDTIME STORIES, VOLUME III

  “You Have to Kiss a Lot of Frogs...”

  564—RIDING THE WAVES

  579—IT MUST HAVE BEEN THE MISTLETOE...

  “A Babe in Toyland”

  592—BREAKING THE RULES

  612—JUST FOR THE NIGHT

  656—SEX, LIES AND MISTLETOE

  660—SEX, LIES AND MIDNIGHT

  688—BLAZING BEDTIME STORIES, VOLUME VII

  “Wild Thing”

  726—NICE & NAUGHTY

  738—A SEAL’S SEDUCTION

  739—A SEAL’S SURRENDER

  750—MIDNIGHT SPECIAL

  778—NAUGHTY CHRISTMAS NIGHTS

  COSMO RED-HOT READS FROM HARLEQUIN

  FEARLESS

  To browse a current listing of all Tawny’s titles, please visit

  www.Harlequin.com.

  To Birgit.

  Here’s to many fabulous books.

  I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together!

  Contents

  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

  Excerpt

  1

  Ten Years Before

  “GENNA, YOU’RE CRAZY. You don’t have to do this.”

  “Of course I do. You dared me.” Genna Reilly gave her best friend a wide-eyed look. The one she used whenever she wanted to appear extra sweet and innocent.

  The sweet part was usually an act. The innocent part was pure truth, though. But fingers crossed, tonight was going to change that.

  “I didn’t dare you. Dina did. You could just take the truth instead. C’mon, I’ll even ask a different question,” Macy said, her desperate tone matching the intense worry in her eyes. She grabbed both of Genna’s hands, hanging on tight as if her body weight could anchor her to this spot. Since Genna was a lean, mean five-ten and Macy topped out at five-two, as anchors went, the girl wasn’t very effective.

  “That’s not how the game is played,” Genna said, carefully extricating her hands, not wanting to hurt Macy but desperately wanting to be gone already.

  She’d had no idea tonight’s slumber party would turn wild. Oh, sure, the potential was there. That’s why they always had sleepovers at Dina’s, because her mom fell asleep by ten and didn’t do spot breathalyzer inspections like Genna’s dad. It was easy to sneak out and do fun things. Like play truth or dare.

  She’d figured on a fun weekend with three of her best friends, one of the last leading up to graduation. But she’d had no idea it would be this fun.

  She needed to do this. Now, while the anticipation was still zinging through her system, making her feel brave enough to take on the world. Or, in this case, to take down the sexiest bad boy of Bed
ford, California.

  She wanted Brody Lane.

  But he had practically made a career of ignoring her existence.

  Time to end that.

  Class vice president, squad cheer captain and the daughter of one of the most influential men in town, at seventeen Genna was no stranger to attention. Her exotic looks, long silky black hair and sky-blue eyes ensured that she got plenty of male attention, and not only in her high school classes. Nope, even though they were three years her senior, her brother’s friends were always staring and flirting with her, too.

  But she wasn’t interested in any of them.

  Not the boys in school.

  Not the guys her brother ran with.

  Not until he’d started hanging out with Brody last winter.

  For the first time in her charmed life, Genna was smitten. Hooked. Hot....

  Over a guy who was deemed off-limits. Not only by her parents, who were ridiculously overprotective. But by the town itself, all of whom considered the Lanes just this side of the devil’s minions, and Brody as a hell-raiser with an overdue ticket to prison. Heck, even her brother, Joe, had told her not to be stupid when he’d caught her checking out Brody’s butt.

  And Brody? He looked right through her as if she were made of cellophane. It wasn’t as though she expected everyone in the world to adore her. But the guy could drool a little when he saw her in shorts, couldn’t he? Or at least stare when he showed up to give Joe a ride and found Genna in a bikini, strategically washing her car.

  But did he?

  Noooo.

  The guy acted as though she wasn’t even there.

  Genna wasn’t the contrary sort. She’d never had to be. But no matter who told her or how many times, she couldn’t get Brody Lane out of her head.

  So tonight, thanks to Dina’s dare, she was going to do something about it.

  “Genna,” Macy pleaded, as if she were peeking into her best friend’s thoughts. “Don’t do this.”

  “And be known as the girl who doesn’t meet her dares?” She’d rather be known as an ax-murdering floozy who wore designer knockoffs and ugly shoes.

  “Maybe Macy’s right,” Sylvie said quietly, always ready to jump in as the voice of reason. “This isn’t like daring you to stand up in Mrs. Bellevue’s class and sing ‘The Star-Spangled Banner’ while shaking your tail feathers. If your dad finds out, he’ll kill you.”

  “He’ll kill us,” Macy intoned wisely, knowing full well that Sheriff Reilly was just as likely to punish any possible accomplices as he was the actual perpetrator.

  “My dad’s not going to find out,” Genna said dismissively, the negligent wave of her hand stirring a tiny breeze in the sultry night air. Her father was too busy keeping the peace and freaking out over Joe’s latest escapade to pay any attention to what his little angel did.

  “I hear he’s wild. He likes kinky stuff.”

  She assumed Dina was talking about Brody now and not her dad.

  “What kind of kinky stuff?” Twisting her carefully streaked blond hair around one finger, Sylvie sounded somewhere between fascinated and terrified.

  Genna wasn’t between anything. She was smack-dab solid in determination. And feeling hot, of course.

  “I dunno. But I’ll bet Genna can tell us tomorrow.” When Dina’s loud giggle earned her three glares, she slapped both hands over her mouth. But she didn’t stop laughing.

  It was just nerves over being on the rougher side of town combined with a little too much hard lemonade. Or maybe she really thought it was funny that Genna was going to put all her virginal skills to use and seduce one of the baddest of the town’s bad boys.

  “I don’t kiss and tell,” Genna decided. That sounded mysterious, didn’t it? And kinda sexy. Besides, she figured any kissing she did deserved to be savored. Which meant kept to herself, where the gossips and tattletales couldn’t whisper it around.

  “You mean you don’t kiss or do anything else,” Dina corrected, rolling her big blue eyes.

  “Dina,” Macy moaned, wringing her hands in a way that proved Genna’s assertion that her friend took far too many drama classes. “Don’t encourage her. She’ll do something crazy.”

  “Oh, c’mon. It’s not like she’s really going to jump the guy,” Dina retorted. As usual, she’d picked the scariest dare she could think of when they were playing. She’d had no idea it was also her friend’s secret dream. “This is Genna. She’s gonna go in there, because it’s a dare and she can’t resist those. She’ll try to flirt, Luscious Lane will do his brick wall impersonation and it’ll all be over.”

  “The dare was to kiss Brody Lane,” Sylvie pointed out quietly, casting a nervous glance toward the golden glow emanating from the garage light twenty feet away. “Genna’s not going in there unless she’s gonna follow through. You know that.”

  Genna stood a little straighter, her chin a smidge higher at that character evaluation. She liked being known as a girl who followed through.

  She looked toward the garage, the silhouette of a man working on a motorcycle. Since Brody’s dad, Brian, was working behind the counter and probably three-quarters to drunk at the bar next door, that meant it could only be his son in there.

  Time to put up or shut up.

  “If I’m not back in ten minutes, head home,” she instructed, fluffing her hair and slicking a coat of Racy Red on her lips, then tucking the tube into the back pocket of her jeans. “I’ll call you in the morning.”

  Before they could launch into warnings, cautions or any more stupid arguments, Genna hurried off. Her sandals made slapping sounds all the way to the garage like some kind of early-warning seduction device. She shot a quick glance back at her nervously huddled friends, then figuring that warning Brody wouldn’t serve her plans, she slipped off her shoes.

  Barefoot, she tiptoed up the last few feet of sidewalk and carefully peeked around the open doorway.

  And there he was. Brody Lane, in all his bare-chested glory. Black hair, as stick-straight as her own, fell across his eyes as he bent over the Harley. Facing away from her, she had the perfect view of his denim-clad butt. And oh, what a butt it was. She wanted to touch it. She wanted to run her hands down the hard planes of his back, glowing gold in the poor garage lighting. Then she wanted to curl her fingers over those biceps. Rock-hard arms were so sexy in a guy, she decided then and there.

  Genna fanned herself. Because, oh, baby, he was sizzling.

  She took a deep breath, hoping it did intriguing things to her form. When a girl wasn’t blessed with a whole lot on top, she learned these little tricks.

  Then she stepped through the doorway.

  She knew it was impossible given the distance, but she swore she heard a chorus of gasps from her friends. Not looking back, she stepped over the threshold, leaning her shoulder against the door frame; she rested one hand on her hip in a seductive pose she’d seen in a magazine.

  And waited.

  Nothing.

  Genna rolled her eyes. Even when he didn’t know she was there, he ignored her. This definitely had to change.

  “Hey, Brody,” she called out, relieved when her voice only shook a little. “How’re you doing?”

  His body went still; his head turned. His eyes, golden-brown like a cat’s, narrowed.

  Slowly, like a dream, he straightened away from the bike, the light glinting off that sleek golden skin. So, so much skin. Her gaze traveled from the broad stretch of his shoulders down his tapered waist to his jeans, slung low and loose on his hips.

  Her mouth went dry. Oh, wow.

  “Genna?” He cast a glance behind her, then back with an arched brow. “Joe isn’t here.”

  She knew that. After the third screaming match with their father that week, her brother had torn off on his motorcycle before dinner, heading for
the highway. To see one of his girls, Genna figured. Leaving the way clear for her to pay a visit to his best friend.

  “I’m not here to see Joe.”

  Not the answer he’d been expecting, if his frown was anything to go by.

  “Then what’s up?” he asked, grabbing a rag and sliding the wrench through it before placing the tool in its spot in the big red toolbox. The area around him was as an oasis of tidy organization compared with the chaos of the rest of the garage. His space versus his dad’s, Genna figured.

  At her continued silence, he took a step closer, then stopped. She almost pouted. It was as if he’d heard a signal warning that she was there for something naughty.

  “You have a problem with your BMW?” Frowning now, he gave her a quick once-over. Not in a sexy way, more as though he was worried she was hurt.

  Genna’s heart sighed. Wasn’t he sweet?

  “Nothing’s wrong,” she said, having to clear her throat after pushing the words through a mouth as dry as the Mojave. “So how’re you doing? Is something wrong with your bike?”

  It was all she could do not to wince at her own inanity. Seriously, Genna? That’s the best you can come up with? She gave herself a mental slap upside the head as if it’d knock her back to normal. Normal Genna had no problem talking. And she’d spent the last three months practicing her flirting skills for an opportunity like this.

  One where it was just her and Brody. Alone. Together.

  Time to put all that practice to good use.

  “You came to ask about my bike?”

  “I came to visit with you,” she corrected, taking another one of those deep breaths. His gaze didn’t drop to her chest, though, so she let it out. No point hyperventilating. It wasn’t going to make her breasts any bigger.

  “Why?”

  “Why not? You’re a friend of my brother’s. You’re over at our place all the time.” An exaggeration, since he’d been over maybe three times in the last year. Sheriff Reilly didn’t care for troublemakers on his property. But that was beside the point. “You never visit with me, though. I figure it’s because Joe’s such an attention hog. My mom says he takes the title ‘son’ in the wrong way, figuring the whole universe revolves around him.”