SEAL’s Promise
AN ALPHA SEALS CORONADO NOVEL
Makenna Jameison
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Copyright © 2021 by Makenna Jameison.
All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form.
Table of Contents
About This Book
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
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Epilogue
Books by Makenna Jameison
About the Author
About This Book
A dangerous hostage standoff at sea. An event planner caught in the middle. And a Navy SEAL who’ll risk everything to save her.
Navy SEAL Troy “T-Rex” Harrison doesn’t expect to see the pretty redhead he flirted with at the beach ever again. Her flirtatious smile and sexy curves might’ve made his heart pound, but when he had to rush off to base for an emergency, he didn’t get her name or number.
Event planner Caitlyn Thomas is ready to pull off the highlight of her career. She’s arranged an anniversary party for a high-ranking military officer and his wife. When the admiral is targeted by terrorists intent on stealing state secrets, Caitlyn is caught in the middle of the standoff. Taken hostage and out to sea with the admiral and his wife, she is shocked when the good-looking guy from the beach sneaks onto the boat to save them.
A SEAL team coming to her rescue is the last thing she expects—especially the ruggedly handsome man who made her pulse pound. Danger follows her home from the rescue operation though. Troy won’t let anything happen to her, but he won’t let her get away this time either.
SEAL’s Promise, a standalone novel, is book five in the addictive Alpha SEALs Coronado series.
Chapter 1
Troy “T-Rex” Harrison jogged across the sand, listening to his buddies chuckling behind him as the sun dipped lower over the Pacific and the salty ocean breeze blew in. He nodded at his teammate, Logan “Hurricane” Hudson, who was flirting with a few women on the beach, but kept moving toward his target—the pretty redhead he’d spotted moments ago.
She had a sundress and sweater on and shivered slightly in the breeze, but he could see why she’d chosen to wear a dress despite the cooler weather—she had a purple cast on her left leg and crutches. She couldn’t exactly wear the skinny jeans her friends had on. Not that he minded looking at her toned legs. Even with the cast, he got a nice glimpse of her fair, creamy skin peeking out from beneath the dress that grazed her thighs. Her red waves blew back from her face, and he wanted to grin as he caught sight of the smattering of freckles across her cheeks as he jogged up the steps to the boardwalk where she was standing.
Her freckles were cute as hell, despite the fact that she was otherwise all woman. She had nice hips. Gorgeous breasts. And green eyes that looked surprised as he approached her. “Do you need help?” he asked, nodding at the wooden stairs leading down to the beach. The access ramp for wheelchairs was damaged, which would’ve been easier for her to navigate with crutches.
“Oh, no, I’m fine. I’m just waiting for them,” she said with a small laugh, looking over toward the three women who were talking to Logan.
She seemed nervous, and Troy slowed down as he walked closer. He was a large guy, like his SEAL teammates. And she couldn’t exactly run away from danger with her crutches and cast. If anything, that made him feel even more protective toward her. She was already so much damn smaller than him. Add in the fact that she was at a total disadvantage in getting around with that cast on her leg? The chivalrous side of him sprang into action. Not that he was dangerous to innocent civilians or that he would ever harm a woman, but she didn’t know that.
He heard a whoop from the parking lot and saw a car of young guys peeling out. Even in the winter, the beach was crawling with people. It was sunny and gorgeous. An amazing weekend evening. But despite the fact there were others around, he only had eyes for the redhead.
His gaze followed hers down to the beach. “That’s my buddy Logan talking with your friends.”
“Are those the rest of your friends?” she asked, looking off in the distance. His teammates and their women were gathered around a cooler, drinking beers and laughing. Grayson “Ghost” Douglass tipped his beer bottle toward Troy, and he smirked. His friends knew exactly why he’d left them for a pretty girl.
“Yep. That’s my buddy Ghost and his fiancée, Hailey. The other guys all have girlfriends or are engaged, which is why Logan and I came over here,” he said with a wink. “I’m Troy.” He held out a hand, waiting to see if she’d take it. She paused a beat but then shook his hand, sparks shooting through him at her touch. She looked momentarily surprised as well, and he held on, heat coursing through him.
The sight of her slender hand in his own calloused one was intriguing. Her skin was soft and smooth. She was fragile, like a goddamn bird or something. He felt huge in front of her, but he loved that she didn’t pull away from his touch.
The redhead didn’t get a chance to give him her name as they heard her friends shrieking down on the beach, and Troy released her hand and glanced over to see the women moving away from a crab scuttling across the sand. Logan was chuckling, and
