Night with a SEAL Audiobook

A Navy SEAL. A one-night stand. The woman he can't get off his mind...

The team was his life, until he met her. Now he must choose. Follow orders or save her life?

Ten years of dedication to the Navy taught SEAL Jon Rudnick one thing—he’s not afraid to risk life and limb for his country. But when navigating military red tape begins to present more challenges than the enemy it makes Jon question his future. So does Alison Cressly, the woman he can’t get out of his head.

When Ali’s life is threatened and military rules won’t allow him to intervene, Jon decides it’s time to take back control.

A team of sexy SEALs, a terrorist threat, and an attraction that can’t be denied . . . it all comes together in this high action Hot SEALs launch title.

NIGHT WITH A SEAL
“Where are you? Why aren’t you here yet?”


Alison rolled her eyes at the near panic she heard in Darci’s voice. “Relax. I’m in the car and on my way. I had to wait for the boiled potatoes to cool before I could finish making the salad I’m bringing.”


“Oh, okay. That’s all right then. I love your potato salad.”


She laughed at her best friend’s priorities. Food always was high on the list, and even so, Darci remained a size four. Meanwhile, Ali starved herself and still was a curvy size ten, sometimes a twelve. Though, she had been known to squeeze herself into a size eight on occasion, if the cut was right and there was plenty of stretch in the fabric.


“So how far away are you?” Darci asked.


“I don’t know. Not too far. What’s the big hurry?” Ali was on her way to a Fourth of July barbecue, not trying to catch a flight at the airport.


“A bunch of Rick’s friends are here already.”


Ali glanced at the clock on the dashboard. “It’s barely even two yet. I thought that’s when you said to come over.”


“I know, but from what I’ve seen, SEALs are never late. Not even the retired ones.”


Ali still didn’t see the need to rush. It wasn’t like she was the one bringing the appetizers, or more importantly the beer. Then Darci might have reason to panic.

Ali could imagine that Darci’s brother could easily freak out if he’d invited all his Navy buddies over and there wasn’t any beer when they arrived.


To appease her friend, Ali said, “I’ll be there in a couple of minutes.”


“Good. There’s someone I want you to meet.”


The reason for Darci’s persistence was suddenly very apparent to Ali. “Um, no.”


“Why not?”


“Because I told you I don’t want to be fixed up with anybody.” Ali scowled at the mere thought.


“I think you’ll change your mind once you meet him. Dark hair. Cut muscles. Six-foot-two and eyes of blue.”


“So now we’re rhyming? Stop. It’s creepy. You’re like some weird cross between Dr. Seuss and the Millionaire Matchmaker.”


Darci let out a laugh. “Well, Rick and his friends certainly aren’t millionaires, but they are hot. I can promise you that. The US Navy churns out men with some of the hardest bodies you’ve ever seen. And I don’t mean like those pumped up steroid-filled monsters you find at the gym. These guys are in seriously good shape. They work them until they’re completely exhausted to simulate the stress of combat.”


“How do you know all this?” Ali frowned. “I thought all this SEAL stuff was top secret.”


“Pfft. Thanks to the media, there’s not much that stays secret for long nowadays. Besides, that Rick had to do hundreds of sit-ups and push-ups and stuff like that when he was active isn’t exactly classified information. I mean who cares if the enemy knows our guys are in tip-top condition? That should only make them think twice about trying anything. Right?”


“I guess.” What did Ali know about national security?

Not much, that’s what. But she did know her friend was as single as she was, which raised a good question.

“So if they’re so hot, why aren’t you dating one of them?”


“I can’t date one of Rick’s teammates. I know them too well. They’re like brothers to me. Before he got out, Rick was with these guys practically twenty-four-seven.”


That brought up another question—or more an objection disguised in the form of a question.

Alison remembered just last year when Rick was still in the military and he disappeared. He not only hadn’t told Darci where he was or what he was doing, he also didn’t respond to any of her attempts to contact him. For weeks. Darci had absolutely flipped out, convinced he was dead and the Navy just hadn’t told her and their parents yet.


To this day Darci didn’t know where he’d been. Security was that tight.

Ali wasn’t sure she was up for that kind of stress in a relationship. Dating a nice boring normal guy was hard enough without the challenges of operational security thrown in.


“This guy you’re so hot to set me up with, is he still in the military or is he out like your brother?”


Not having come from a military background, it was very odd for her to be talking about guys just a few years older than herself as having retired from their Navy career, even if Rick had been forced out early because of his knee issues. But like Darci said, the life of a SEAL was rough, which she supposed made it a younger man’s game. No different than being a top professional athlete, she guessed.


“He’s still active duty,” Darci answered.


Ali let out a frustrated huff. “Forget about it. Now I’m really not interested. I’m not about to get seriously involved with a guy who’s away all the time on secret missions. I have a bad enough track record with men who actually stay put.”


“Fine, then don’t start anything long term. Have a fling instead.”


“I can’t do that.” Ali’s voice squeaked over Darci’s suggestion.


“Why not? I sure as hell won’t judge you.”


Darci better not judge. In the two years they’d worked together at the bank, Ali had acted as Darci’s wingman for more than a few of her friend’s hook-ups.


Alison didn’t mention that and moved right on to answering the question. “I’m not going to have a fling with him because I’m sure Navy SEALs have so many women who want to sleep with them, they have to beat them all off with a stick. I am not going to get in that line just so I can be another notch in one of their belts.”


Thanks to the military installations at Dam Neck and Little Creek, being anywhere in this part of Virginia meant that the bars were always full of women looking for SEALs and men, both Navy and civilian, taking advantage of that fact.


“Just please, Ali. Keep an open mind until you meet Jon. Okay?”


“Okay.” At least Ali knew his name now.

She’d know to avoid this Jon during the barbecue before Darci embarrassed them both by blatantly throwing them together.


“So how close are you now?” Darci asked, still sounding a bit too enthusiastic for Ali’s arrival.


God, save her from well meaning friends. Ali sighed.

“Relax. I’m on your street, and if you let me get off the phone so I can park the car, I’ll get there even faster.”


“Good. Hurry up.” Darci disconnected the call while Ali drew in a bracing breath and prepared for what would greet her at this party.


Sometimes being single was too much work, especially amid do-gooder friends trying to play matchmaker.