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He made it home from a war zone.
But danger remains in the mountains of Montana…
Navy SEAL Brett Morgan has come home to recover after a disastrous deployment, desperate to remember what happened. As he struggles to find his feet as a civilian, he intervenes in an armed robbery, saving the life of waitress Anna Larkin. But there’s more to Anna’s past than meets the eye and as that past circles dangerously closer, Brett will have to draw on all of his combat experience to keep them both alive.
New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author CINDY DEES is the author of more than fifty novels. She draws upon her experience as a US Air Force pilot to write romantic suspense. She’s a two-time winner of the prestigious RITA® Award for romance fiction, a two-time winner of the RT Reviewers’ Choice Best Book Award for Romantic Suspense and an RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award nominee. She loves to hear from readers at www.cindydees.com.
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Navy SEAL’s Deadly Secret
Cindy Dees
ISBN: 978-0-008-90488-3
NAVY SEAL’S DEADLY SECRET
© 2020 Cynthia Dees
Published in Great Britain 2019
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Please, God, let the guardrail stop her.
Slowing carefully as he approached the curve so as not to go off the road himself, he started around the bend.
No sign of the homicidal truck. And then he saw that the guardrail on this stretch of road was missing. A voice inside his skull started screaming, and the sound grew louder and louder as he stopped his truck. He jumped out before the wheels barely stopped turning. He raced over to the edge of the embankment and looked down in horror.
Long skid marks showed where her car had slid much of the way down a steep embankment. They stopped about three quarters of the way down and turned into big splat marks in the rocks. That was where her car had rolled. Heart in his throat, he traced them to the bottom of the ravine.
Anna’s little red car was upside down, at least two hundred feet below.
His heart stopped. Literally stopped. He couldn’t breathe, and a ten-ton weight crushed his chest.
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