Tawny Weber - A SEAL's Kiss

Subject: Navy SEAL Petty Officer Aiden Masters

Current Status: On leave

Obstacle: Deploy “Mission: (Fake) Engagement”…without actually falling for his fiancée!

The goal of Mission: Engagement is simple—a fake engagement concocted to bring happiness to Sage Taylor’s ailing father.

The Rules:

1) Treat it like a military mission

2) Keep the truth undercover

3) The “engagement” lasts as long as the professor’s health depends on it; and

4) No sex…especially with each other!

But the incredibly spirited (and a touch quirky) Sage has never been one for rules. Especially when they involve Aiden’s rock-hard navy bod and a ton of smokin’-hot sexual attraction. Which means in order to seduce this sexy SEAL, she’ll have to completely outmaneuver him….

“Rule four: no sex. And no situations that might lead to sex…”

That’s it. Sage had had enough.

If Aiden thought he got to call the shots when it came to her and sex, he was sadly mistaken.

Now it was his turn to learn a thing or two.

Sage smiled. A slow, seductive smile.

Then she got to her feet, her fingers skimming her hips, up her waist before she teased them along the sides of her breasts and up to her throat. Aiden’s gaze dropped to her breasts and his own lips tightened. If the fit of his jeans were anything to go by, something else was getting tight, too.

“You go ahead and set those rules,” she told him.

“You saying you won’t follow them?”

“Rules one through three? I’m one hundred percent committed.”

He closed his eyes for a second, then gave her an arch look.

“And rule four?”

“Babe, enforcing that one is all on you.” Then, leaning close, she ran her fingertips over his lips before giving him a wide smile.

“Good luck with that…”

Dear Reader,

I am so excited to share Sage and Aiden’s story with you for so many reasons. I’ve always loved fake engagement stories, and even more, friends-to-lovers stories. A SEAL’s Kiss is both, with a whole lot of sexy SEAL fun thrown in.

One of my favorite parts of this book is the opening chapter. Wedding after wedding after wedding, not only were they fun to write, they were the perfect impetus for Sage’s frantic claim that she, too, was getting married. After all, when all your friends are getting married, they tend to look around to see who is left, and immediately go into matchmaking mode. Aiden only goes along with Sage’s fake engagement claim out of loyalty to her father, but quickly finds himself in love.

I loved putting Sage and Aiden together. These two are complete opposites who find out that they are more alike than they’d ever imagined. I hope you enjoy their story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

And if you’re on the web, I hope you’ll stop by and visit! I’ll be sharing insider peeks, recipes and contest fun for this story and others on my website at www.tawnyweber.comand on Facebook at www.facebook.com/TawnyWeber.RomanceAuthor.

Happy reading,

Tawny Weber

A SEAL’s Kiss

Tawny Weber

www.millsandboon.co.uk

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

USA TODAY bestselling author Tawny Weber has been writing sassy, sexy romances since her first Mills & Boon Blaze book 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.

Visit her website, www.tawnyweber.com, for great contests, delicious recipes and lots of fun. Or look for her on Facebook at www.facebook.com/TawnyWeber.RomanceAuthor.

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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

Excerpt

1

Two years ago

WEDDINGS GAVE HER the heebie-jeebies.

Patriarchal rules wearing the pretty mask of traditions and ancient promises that were rarely kept? Definitely not her thing.

A wedding night might be nice, all things considered. Champagne and rose-petal-strewn sex with a man who’d just promised to worship you forever? Not a completely horrible idea.

But to sign your life away to get it? To the same man, day in and day out, ’til death do you part?

Sage Taylor gave a delicate shudder.

She’d rather wear a three-piece suit and give lectures to businessmen on the merits of climbing the corporate ladder through backstabbing, undercutting and sexual favors. Or maybe be staked to an anthill naked while covered in hot fudge.

The only celebrating she wanted that included champagne and rose-petal-strewn sex would come—no pun intended—when she found a guy who could keep it up long enough to worship her until she melted. And who needed forever for that? All she needed was one good night.

Or maybe a weekend.

“What’d you think of the wedding, dear?”

Even though she was pretty sure Mrs. O’Brian couldn’t see the naked all-night-sex images playing out in her imagination, Sage still winced.

“It’s lovely,” Sage said, leaning down so the elderly woman could brush a parchment-dry kiss over her cheek. Not a lie. She’d never lie, especially not to the woman who’d taught her to read. But lovely was one of those nice, safe statements that could cover so many things.

Like the weather, with its bright sunshine and cool breeze. Just right for a springtime wedding in a winery.

Or the bride, one of Sage’s oldest and dearest friends, who looked so happy she glowed almost as bright as the sunshine.

Or the wine, Sage noted, taking a sip from the glass a passing waiter handed her.

“You made a lovely bridesmaid,” Mrs. O’Brian noted, holding her own wineglass up to peer at it with a connoisseur’s eye. “I’m sure your father was thrilled to see you at the altar. Any chance you’ll be there again soon? Perhaps wearing white?”

“Me? White?” Sage wet her lips, nerves dancing in her stomach. The soft green satin of her bridesmaid dress was as close to wedding accoutrement as she wanted to get. And pretty much as close to wearing white as she warranted. But that wasn’t the kind of thing you told a seventy-year-old woman at her niece’s wedding. “Um, well...”

“Sage? AnaMaria wants more pictures,” Nina Wagner said, tucking her arm through Sage’s. The other bridesmaid looked the part much better than Sage ever could. Of course, with her sleek black hair and model looks, Nina was at home in the strapless satin sheath in a way that Sage, with her dreadlocks and multiple piercings, could never appear.

“Ahh, pictures,” Mrs. O’Brian said with a wave of her hand. “Go, go. Smile pretty, girls.”

Sage went, went, as fast as she could move in the foot-pinching stilettos.

“You looked scared,” Nina said, laughing as she pulled Sage across the room toward the buffet.

“She thinks I should be getting married,” Sage said, shivering at the thought.