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Taming
Her Navy Doc
Amy Ruttan
Thank you for picking up a copy of Taming Her Navy Doc.
I have a huge admiration for the men and women who serve in the armed forces. I recently met a naval officer who said that, ‘To give the ultimate sacrifice to your country is why men and women serve their country.’
His words touched me so deeply. My family has a military history, dating back to when Canada was not a country but a colony of Great Britain. My admiration for those who serve runs deep.
Thorne made the ultimate sacrifice for his country. He loved being a SEAL, and in one tragic circumstance that was all taken away from him—by the woman who has now come to the naval base he’s stationed at. He’s conflicted by the promise he made to his dying brother and his desire for Commander Erica Griffin. He’s not sure he deserves happiness.
I hope you enjoy reading Thorne and Erica’s story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
I love hearing from readers, so please drop by my website, amyruttan.com, or give me a shout on Twitter @ruttanamy
With warmest wishes
Amy Ruttan
This book is dedicated to all of those men and women who give the ultimate sacrifice. Thank you.
Table of Contents
IT WAS PITCH-BLACK and she couldn’t figure out why the lights were off at first. Erica moved quickly, trying to shake the last remnants of sleep from her brain. Not that she’d got much sleep. She’d come off a twenty-four-hour shift and had got maybe two, possibly three, hours of sleep. She wasn’t sure when the banging on her berth door roused her, telling her they needed her on deck.
What struck her as odd was why had the hospital ship gone into silent running.
She’d been woken up and told nothing. Only that some injured officers were inbound. She hadn’t even been told the nature of their injuries. When she came out on deck, there was only a handful of staff and a chopper primed and waiting.
Covert operation.
That was what her gut told her and the tension shared by those waiting said the same thing.
Top secret.
Then it all made sense. She’d been trained and gone through
