Her Loyal Seal: Midnight Delta Book 2
Kidnapped and Nearly Broken
Lydia Hidalgo is still defiant as she and her family are sentenced to death at the hands of the Mexican drug cartel. Not knowing if she will survive, her one request is that her sister will be cared for.
A Daring Rescue
Clint Archer and his team mates will stop at nothing to rescue Lydia and her family from their captors. Having to carry this brave woman for five days through the jungle creates a bond that he cannot resist.
Clinging To Life
The closer they get to civilization, the slimmer Lydia’s chance of survival becomes. The Midnight Delta SEAL team work desperately to get her the help she needs, while Clint finds himself losing his heart more each day.
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After the conversation with Drake, it all made sense. Clint was holding on by a thread. He had the exact same instincts as Drake, he wanted to hide her away someplace safe. He just hid his caveman side better than Drake did. Last night had probably terrified him.
She tried to lift her arms to offer him solace, but once again realized that she was trapped by the straps of her bra.
“Please let me take this off.”
“On one condition,” Clint said. She had never heard his voice so deep before. It was as if it was coming from a place deep in his core.
“You do whatever I say tonight. I almost lost you and it’s eating me alive. Will you do this?” Damn, she could see that he was unsure, and it about killed her.
“Clint, we’re still new to one another. But know this. Whenever it is within my power to give to you, I will always provide you what you need.” He framed her face, his eyes assessing, finally he nodded. Peeling of her bra, he took her hands so that they touched the suede headboard.
“Keep your hands there, okay baby?” Lydia swallowed and nodded.
Clint got off the bed and stripped, and then slid her panties down and off her legs. He stood beside the bed and looked down at her for long, long moments.
Lydia’s nipples tightened and her mouth had watered as Clint’s erect flesh came into view. She was pretty sure that tonight wasn’t just about making love for Clint, it was about him needing to claim her. For her, it was an affirmation of life.
She had never seen men battle before. Hearing the gunshots, seeing that dead body in their bedroom, and then having Clint go outside had frightened her to death. Intellectually she had known he was a capable soldier, a SEAL, but she had been scared out of her mind that he was going to die. This was their first time to really be close again, and she needed everything he could give her.
“Lydia, will you keep your hands where I told you?”
“Yes,” she breathed out softly.
He sat down beside her and splayed his hand out on her stomach. She looked down and loved seeing how they looked together. Masculine to feminine. His hand made her feel so safe, but then he stroked through her curls, and parted her intimate flesh, his fingers met with a warm wet welcome.
“Baby, you couldn’t be any more perfect.” He delved further, and sank inside her. “Spread your legs for me.”
Lydia shuddered at the carnal request. She wanted to do what he asked. She wanted to give him exactly what seemed to so desperately need, but years of conditioning made it so difficult.
“Lydia, I love your body, and the idea of you showing it to me, pleases me.”
As if he had uttered a magic phrase, Lydia parted her legs. Dots hovered around the edges of her vision as she forgot to breathe.
“You mean everything to me. Pleasuring you…loving you…keeping you safe…will be my life’s work.”
Clint loved her gently at first, his hand, fingers and tongue a symphony on her flesh guiding her ever upwards. As she soared, he demanded more from her, his strokes turning even more powerful, her body’s responses were not her own. She didn’t even know that pleasure could be so brutal or that she could embrace such need, such a frenzy of passion.
“Again,” he demanded.
“I can’t,” she said as her hands finally moved to touch his head.
His green eyes glittered upwards. “Do you want me to stop? Really?”
“No! I need you inside me. Please, I need us together this time.” Then she saw the real Clint. Ah God, he was feeling guilty. Just for an instant, she saw the emotion flash across his face. That was why he was denying himself. Not on her watch!
“Please, you promised to give me what I needed. You promised Clint.” He hesitated.
“We love each other. The only way this will ever work is if we are both here for each other. Please love, please, I’m begging you. Let me be here for you too.” She watched as he struggled. He bent his head to her tummy.
“I can’t lose you Lydia.”
“You denying us, will tear us apart.” She ran her fingers through his hair, and then tugged so that he was forced to look at her. “You know this. You know you saved me. I know that I’m always going to be able to depend on you.”
“But it was so close.” His breathing was ragged.
She pulled out the big guns.
“Not only do I trust you with my life, I trust you with our children’s lives. We are all going to be safe with you watching over us Clint Anthony Archer.”
He went wild. He pulled her hands away from his head and pressed them back against the headboard.
“Now keep them there.”
His lips bit kisses all over her body. She writhed against him, she couldn’t get close enough. Vaguely she noted him finally putting on protection, happy that they were finally going to make love, but sad that there needed to be a barrier between them. Still the man hesitated.
“Clint, don’t make me beg.”
“Never.” He slid against her entrance and she jerked upwards. He held her down. “We agreed my way tonight.” He waited for her nod.
Lydia reveled in his gentle advancements, she had no recourse but to try to tempt him with her body, and hold him tight so he would stay.
“You’re killing me.” Clint’s expression was grim, as he tried to continue to go slow, but Lydia was as determined that he go fast. She was desperate for the feel of her man. She closed her eyes, concentrating on their joined bodies, and moisture pulsed in welcome.
“Fuck!” Clint lunged and Lydia cried with rapture. But even then Clint gave her a quick look of concern, and flipped them over so that she was on top. Soon they were twisting and twining their bodies merged, both trying to please the other. Finally thought was no longer possible, only feeling was left, and they skyrocketed to another dimension, safe in one another’s arms.
A Heart of Gold
Sophia Anderson takes care of everyone but herself. She will stop at nothing to keep her family safe. When she goes searching for her runaway little brother in a bad part of town, she becomes the one in need of rescue.
A White Knight
Navy SEAL, Mason Gault, faced many dangers while in the line of duty. No matter how bad a mission has gone, he finds solace in three things: His family, friends and the waves of the Pacific. When he hears a woman’s screams for help, he charges in to save her without a second thought.
A Dangerous Love
Sophia is burdened with scars from her past. Mason understands that empowering her spirit is just as important as protecting her well-being. As their love and passion soars, so do threats against her. Can Mason continue to be the compassionate white knight that she needs, while ensuring her safety?
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Caitlyn O’Leary was raised in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. She has been an avid reader. Her earliest creative writing endeavors consisted of “ghost writing” exercises in which she pretended to be her younger brothers and sisters when she did their homework assignments before they turned them in as their own.
Years in corporate America honed her ability to manipulate words by day, and at night she read everything she could get her hands on, including many, romances!
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