Book Series: Cowboy SEALs Series

The Cowboy SEAL’s Secret Baby

Title: The Cowboy SEAL's Secret Baby
Series: Cowboy SEALs Series #1
Release Date: May 21, 2021
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After tragedy strikes, Flint Carswell cuts short his career as a Navy SEAL and returns home to his family’s South Texas cattle ranch. Grieving and angry with the world, he encounters witty and sexy-as-sin Morgan Flemming, the woman he spent a wild week with the year before and then promptly forgot.

Carrying demons from her past, Morgan is horrified to see Flint pull up behind her in the bank drive-up where her car is refusing to start. Since learning from her best friend, Flint’s sister, that the strong, mouth-watering SEAL has come home for good, she’s been dreading an accidental encounter with him. Her adventurous, uninhibited behavior with Flint while she was grieving the loss of her mother is something she’ll never forget. And, at all costs, she must keep secret what happened after he returned to his platoon.

Fate has different plans, throwing the two together at every turn, and Flint finds solace from his grief with Morgan. He wants to be the man Morgan turns to when she’s in trouble. But when he figures out what she’s been keeping from him, he wants to become a permanent part of her life.

Having suffered a traumatic childhood, Morgan fears trusting a man in her life, let alone her child’s life. Will Flint prove to Morgan he has put aside his anger and grief to be the man of her dreams? Can Morgan learn to trust—and love? Find out now in this spicy SEAL-turned-cowboy love story you don’t want to miss!

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Chapter One

Flint Carswell pulled up in front of the Blackbrush, Texas post office, the roar of the Ford F350’s powerful engine rumbling in his ears. As he killed the ignition, the silence of an early spring morning surrounded him. He picked up a stack of envelopes from the pristine leather passenger seat, noting the clipboard with his half-finished business plan lying there. It was something he needed to finish so he could make an appointment at the bank.

He glanced up just as a beautiful woman stepped out of the post office’s glass door. Morgan Flemming? They’d had a week-long fling on his leave last year when he was still a Navy SEAL. Damn. He’d forgotten how sexy she was. In fact, he’d forgotten all about her. He always forgot the women he caroused with during the few times a year that he escaped Afghanistan or whatever war-torn, ass-end of the world the US Navy sent him to. The last thing he’d been interested in during that booze-hazed week was making any kind of connection with Morgan past drinking, screwing, and sleeping.

The act of killing, so alien to the nature he was born with, took everything from him, leaving a man cold and hard, a man who kept emotions that might cause weakness buried so deep that they might never exist at all.

But exist they did, and his nightmares were proof of them. Easy sleep was something he’d given up on long ago. Now that he didn’t have combat to fill his days, throwing himself into ranch work kept flashbacks of battle at bay. But, come evening time, he was prey to the memories of war, death, and losses too terrible to remember.

He clenched the steering wheel and focused on Morgan. She turned and headed in the opposite direction, and he sighed, enjoying the view of her extremely fine ass, one he remembered grasping in his palms on more than one occasion.

He stomped the parking brake and opened the door, angry with the turn of his thoughts. He couldn’t have a woman in his life. Not now, not ever. He’d proven he wasn’t up to the task of taking responsibility for others. Hell, he’d proved it in spades. After his final mission as platoon chief in Afghanistan, he’d cashed it all in. Having spent twelve years in the service, most of them as a Navy SEAL, he hadn’t reenlisted.

He glanced down the sidewalk once more, but Morgan had disappeared. Just as well. She wasn’t for him. Yanking the post office door wide, he strode inside. Before he faced the clerk, he pushed war far from his thoughts—his way of coping with the pain that had been with him since that terrible day in a brutal country that he wished he’d never seen, that he wished didn’t exist, that he prayed to God every night to drive from his mind forever.

A few moments later, with his stamp purchase made and the envelopes mailed, he returned to the truck. His glance landed on the clipboard. After starting the engine and as cool air flooded the cab, he began to read the notes he’d made over the last few days outlining what needed to be done to implement his plan to modernize the Carswell ranch.

Modernization was critical if the ranch was to remain viable. The ranch’s profit margin had been going down for years until it was nearly at the break-even point. It couldn’t go on doing business the old-fashioned way anymore.

His father, Griff Carswell, had begun the first step in the new modernization program before Flint had ever left Afghanistan by pulling the bulls from several of their herds. Flint intended to turn the ranch’s traditional cow-calf operation to one where cows were artificially inseminated, making the pregnancy rate close to one hundred percent and driving up profits. This was an expensive process, and a keystone to this plan would be applying for a small-business loan at their bank. To do this, preparing a detailed business plan was critical.

As he shifted the truck into reverse, his thoughts bounced back to Morgan. They’d done very little talking in their time together last year. About the only thing he remembered about her was that she was an ER nurse at the hospital. He’d gotten the impression that she was desperately trying to forget something, though. That had been fine with him because it was what he did on his leave time, too. He’d spent every hour away from his service in country forgetting death and destruction. Morgan had been fantastic at helping him do that.

He thrust her from his mind again. He couldn’t have a woman in his life—not permanently. He would not bear responsibility for another person again. And he had to figure out a way to avoid Morgan at all costs. Crushing the accelerator, he gunned the truck out of the parking spot and headed back to the ranch.

* * *

Morgan yanked her car door open and slunk down in the seat, breathing fast and wishing she’d never had the brilliant idea to pick up her Amazon package this morning instead of waiting until after work.

Every stride she’d taken since leaving the post office had been an agony of embarrassment after she’d recognized Flint Carswell pulling up in his huge black truck. She knew what he must think of her after last year’s week of debauchery with him. That was the most accurate word she knew to describe the drinking and partying and mindless screwing they’d done for six long days and nights during one of the worst periods she’d ever gone through in her life.

How many times had she regretted meeting Flint at the Barbwire Bar the week she’d taken her annual leave? The place had been where she’d spent most of her free time anyway in those terrible weeks following her mother’s unexpected death. She never told him why she was there drinking the night they met. Talking about her loss would have been unbearable. She was there to forget. To blast her loss from her mind and her heart with every ounce of the energy she possessed. She’d realized after one look at the desperation in his beautiful brown eyes that she’d met a kindred soul.

Floundering after losing the one person who had always shielded her from her father’s brutal attacks, she hadn’t cared to get to know the taciturn, overbearing, and devastatingly handsome Navy SEAL. He’d given her everything she’d needed—alcohol to dull her mind, great sex to make her forget her pain, and the occasional meal to fuel her body.

Her memory of the time was pretty hazy, yet some things stood out—how outstandingly sexy he looked naked, how gentle he could be when he seduced her, and his deep, irresistible laugh. But mostly she remembered him taking charge, moving her through those days as she operated in a daze. They’d both drunk far too much, lived in the hotel where driving was non-essential, and had stayed in bed until hunger drove them out.

When Flint’s leave was up, she dimly recalled his laissez-faire goodbye. With a quick kiss as he squeezed her ass, he’d held the hotel room door open for her. She’d had the distinct impression that he couldn’t get rid of her fast enough.

Somehow, that experience had put a period to the worst of her depression. She’d visited her doctor, and he’d put her on an antidepressant. He’d also recommended the women’s clinic in town where she’d qualified for free counseling—which she’d started right away.

In the months that followed, she’d begun to deal with the death of her mother from stomach cancer a mere three weeks after her diagnosis. But, even more important, she’d also begun healing from a childhood filled with a deep-seated fear of her abusive father, as well as from the rage that had crippled her heart. She’d told no one, not even her best friend Bailey, of her terrible lapse in judgement.

She raised her head above the window ledge and peered down the line of cars. Flint’s truck was long gone. Heaving a sigh of relief, she sat up and started her old Ford Escort, thankful when it turned over after only ten or twelve whirs of the starter.

It had been a nice sedan when it had rolled off the assembly line in 1990, but now it was an old beater—the only type of car she could afford. She’d acquired it when she’d fled home after graduating high school. She’d made payments while she went to nursing school to the woman who’d been only too glad to get rid of it.

Flint’s face flashed before her again. Hell. She’d hoped to avoid him when her best friend, Bailey, who just happened to be Flint’s little sister, had told her that he was back in town for good. It appeared that Flint hadn’t told his family who he’d been seeing last year when he’d come home on leave. From now on, Morgan would be on the lookout for him. The last thing she wanted was to come face-to-face with the SEAL-turned-cowboy.

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The Cowboy SEAL’s Daddy School

Title: The Cowboy SEAL's Daddy School
Series: Cowboy SEALs Series #2
Release Date: June 30, 2021
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The last thing Slade Williams, the intensely driven, hard-partying Navy SEAL, sees coming is his future as a single father. He already knows he sucks at the daddy part, not that it’s really his fault, but a tiny-for-her-age six-year-old daughter now looks to him as the center of her world.

Tina Anderson, the pretty first grade teacher Slade dated the previous year when he visited his SEAL buddy’s cattle ranch and then promptly dumped, wants nothing to do with the outgoing man who so easily forgot her. Her heartbreaking past made this rejection a nearly unbearable experience. Yet, when she hears that Slade will be taking in his grieving daughter, she’s ready to offer her help.

But trusting the handsome ex-SEAL is another matter. When passions sizzle, she refuses to give in. It’ll take a lot more than good looks and a devastating smile to win this strong woman over.

Has Slade finally met his match? Will Tina find a way to forgive and forget? If you like your romance to sizzle, get your copy of The Cowboy SEAL’s Daddy School, an irresistible blend of sweetness and heat.

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Chapter One

Slade Williams twisted the strand of barbwire tight around the old mesquite post set at the edge of the flat buffelgrass pasture. Lightning slashed the sky from the swollen purple clouds coming in from the Gulf Coast. Short seconds later, thunder boomed as the storm that had been threatening for the last half hour drew close. Wind laid down the tall grass, tugging at Slade’s Stetson. He tied off the wire and tested it with his fingers. Nice and tight.

Slade loved playing cowboy at his friend Flint’s south Texas ranch on leave from his career as a Navy SEAL. He’d just come from Afghanistan and a mission where he’d spilled blood and taken lives—memories that would stay with him forever. That came with the job, and he didn’t regret it. A patriot, he served his country with pride.

Here, where a day’s problem meant a bull breaking through a fence, he could forget death and destruction. He could focus on tasks that had nothing to do with killing and everything to do with making life better.

The wind gusted, and with it came several heavy raindrops. He glanced up as more drops spattered his shoulders and forehead. He should get a move on. He grabbed the fence stretcher and shoved the pliers into his back pocket. The truck was far down the fence line, and that meant making a run for it. He took off, the rain pelting him with a vengeance now.

Keeping his head down, he followed the cleared area along the fence until he spotted the tailgate of the old white Chevy. Rain poured off the brim of his hat, and he was soaked to the skin. He chucked the stretcher into the back of the truck and yanked the door open. Water streamed down the windshield, and he couldn’t see out. Damn, he’d better hurry before it was too muddy to make it out on the unimproved pasture track.

The dependable old engine roared to life, and he eased the truck into first, keeping the wheels from spinning in the already-forming mud. The roar of the rain on the metal roof assaulted his ears. His phone rang, and he grabbed it from the dash, glancing at the screen. What the hell? Crossing his left arm over his chest to reach the gear shift, he stomped the clutch and put the truck in neutral again. What was his ex-father-in-law doing calling him? The man didn’t like him; had never had two words to say to him the whole time Slade had been married to his daughter.

After jabbing his finger in one ear to drown out the pounding rain, he punched open the call. “Peter? Is everything okay?” Slade’s heart pounded. Why wasn’t Ashley calling? If something was wrong, it should be his ex-wife on the phone.

“I’m sorry, Slade—” His voice sounded shaky, rough with emotion.

“Is Zoe all right? Tell me, Peter!” Panic stabbed Slade’s chest. He couldn’t breathe. 

“Zoe’s fine. She’s here with us. It’s...” He stopped, and Slade heard him suck in a breath. “It’s Ashley. She and Jensen went to Switzerland for the opening of ski season. There was a storm, and their car went off the mountain. They... They didn’t make it.” His shaking voice trailed off at the end, as if he’d run out of strength.

Slade smothered a moan. No! How will Zoe cope? “Peter, I’m so sorry. I’ll get a flight up there as soon as I can book one. And I’d like to call Zoe tonight, if it’s all right?”

“Of course.” After giving Slade the information for the upcoming service, the heartbroken man ended the call.

Slade returned the phone to the dash, his fingers fumbling the simple task. Ashley gone? He couldn’t wrap his mind around the idea that the forceful personality who never let a detail escape her notice, the woman who was mother to his daughter, was gone forever. A pit opened in the center of his belly.

Flipping on the wipers, he noted the water already pooled along the pasture drive. Damn, he couldn’t afford to get stuck. Not now. He put the truck in first and eased his foot down on the accelerator, ruing the fact that the old vehicle had worn-out tires. He groaned when the wheels spun, but then they gained traction, and the vehicle moved ahead.

Then it hit him. He was a single parent now! His pulse raced. He’d hardly been any kind of a father at all—Ashley had made sure of that. She had left him when Zoe was an infant, and each of his visits to see his daughter had been more problematic than the last until the trips to Greenwich, Connecticut had become further and further apart. If he was honest, he didn’t have a real relationship with his six-year-old daughter at all.

That had to change. He scrubbed his hand over his face. At the eight-year mark in his SEAL career, he’d been prepared to re-up when he returned to the sandpit. Now he was left with a decision he’d never seen coming. Did he give up the Navy, or did he turn his back on his daughter?

* * *

Seated in a booth at the Blackbrush Café, Tina took a sip of her coffee.

“He’s flying back to Greenwich in the morning. Zoe’s staying with Ashley’s parents. Poor little thing. How does a six-year-old even process something like this? I remember how messed up I was when I lost my mom.” Morgan, one of Tina’s best friends and the wife of Slade’s friend, Flint, sat across from her.

Tina shuddered and picked up her coffee mug again, clasping it with both hands. The news about Slade had hit her hard. The fact that the Navy SEAL hadn’t told her that he’d been married before didn’t matter. The death of his ex-wife and her new husband, leaving Slade’s daughter without a mother, was a terrible thing.

Bailey, Flint’s sister and Tina’s other best friend, touched her shoulder. “I’m sure you’re worried about Slade. He really meant something to you when you went out with him last year.”

Tina nodded. “We didn’t have a lot of time with each other, but, yes, I did care for him. I’m so sorry that this has happened.”

The three women were seldom able to meet up on a Saturday, and Tina cherished their time together. Morgan and Bailey were both nurses at the hospital in town and rarely had the same weekend off.

Tina took another sip from her steaming cup. Clinking silverware and the aroma of bacon surrounded her. The café never quit serving breakfast, and it was one of the things she loved best about the place. She sighed, considering Morgan’s question. “Zoe will need help. This kind of trauma is going to rock her world.”

Some families were open to counseling for their children, and others were sharply opposed. She’d seen children in her class who hadn’t had the benefit of therapy after suffering a tragedy, and the havoc that had created in their lives. Maybe she should say something to Slade before he left. She hoped to help him and his little girl, though he would be going far away where she would never see him again.

She should be used to him being distant. She hadn’t had any contact with him since he’d quit answering her calls and texts. They’d met at the Barbwire Bar in town last year while he was visiting Flint and had even gone on another date before he’d returned to his SEAL duty. They’d called and texted every day. However, after a few weeks, his contact had petered out.

She’d liked the outgoing, fun-loving, sexy man and had been incredibly disappointed when he began ignoring her. In truth, it had hurt. Had reminded her of before... She shuddered, taking far too big a swallow of coffee and starting to cough.

She still didn’t understand. What had caused Slade to lose interest in her? When she’d realized that he had no intention of staying in touch with her, terrible feelings of rejection that she’d hoped were gone forever had come crashing down on her. Thank God she’d never slept with him. That would have made everything even more humiliating.

She hadn’t even been aware that he was visiting Flint and Morgan now. He had obviously marked her off his list of friends. Gnawing her lip, the remembered desolation from years ago threatening to resurface, she closed her eyes. Not again. I can’t go through that again.

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The Cowboy SEAL’s Second Chance

Austin “Reaper” O’ Brien has a deadly skillset sharpened to perfection by sixteen years as a sniper for the Navy SEALs. After the difficult choice to leave the military, he makes the slow transition into the civilian world working on a south Texas cattle ranch. A quiet man made more so by the nature of his lethal profession, he suffers in silence from the loss of his infant son and his wife’s suicide.

Courtney Byrd, a third-grade teacher suffering from her own grief, sees something in the handsome, reticent man in a cowboy hat who asks her to dance at the Barbwire Bar in town. But since her ex-husband tore her heart to shreds, she’s vowed to keep men at arm’s distance. That doesn’t mean she won’t allow herself to enjoy a night or two with a sexy guy.

But when Reaper’s and Courtney’s relationship grows into more than a spicy hookup, will they fight to overcome their demons or will they choose to be alone with their heartaches?

Posted July 19, 2021