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  Stone Hard SEALs

  Sabrina York

  A duet of steamy SEAL romances by NYT and USA Today Bestselling author Sabrina York

  When a rescue mission goes awry for two stone hard SEALs, they have no idea that their lives are about to change forever. That the women they save might be everything they’ve been looking for and more.

  Book One: Ryder

  A hostage rescue mission turns Ryder “Stone” Maddox’s world on its ear when he comes face-to-face with his greatest fear: A woman he cannot resist. But he has to resist Lily Wilson. He’s vowed never to fall in love. Besides, as the daughter of a senator, she is definitely off-limits. Lily sees things differently. Irresistibly drawn to this hot, hard SEAL, she is determined to prove they belong together…and that her man does not have a heart of stone. (Originally published in the NYT and USA Today Bestselling Hot Alpha SEALs collection)

  Book Two: Drake

  Drake Ronan is all man—a rock hard SEAL who doesn’t need help from anyone. Doesn’t need anyone. But when he’s shot during a dangerous rescue mission, and has to rely on a beautiful nurse to survive, he realizes he has to rethink his resolution. Suddenly he can’t imagine his life without Brandy in it. It’s a damn shame she has a secret that could ruin everything.

  Text Copyright Sabrina York 2014, 2015

  All Rights Reserved

  ISBN: 978-1-941497-06-7

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  Edited by: Carrie Jackson

  Cover art by: Wicked Smart Designs

  Table of Contents

  BOOK 1: RYDER 5

  Chapter One 5

  Chapter Two 12

  Chapter Three 17

  Chapter Four 26

  Chapter Five 33

  Chapter Six 42

  Chapter Seven 50

  Chapter Eight 59

  Chapter Nine 66

  Chapter Ten 73

  Chapter Eleven 82

  BOOK 2: DRAKE 86

  Chapter One 86

  Chapter Two 92

  Chapter Three 100

  Chapter Four 107

  Chapter Five 113

  Chapter Six 120

  Chapter Seven 127

  Chapter Eight 133

  Chapter Nine 141

  Epilogue 147

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR 150

  Dedication

  For Carrie, Carmen and Fedora.

  Acknowledgements

  My deepest appreciation to Dar Albert for a rocking cover—always gorgeous—and to Carrie Jackson and Fedora Chen for your editing genius.

  My heartfelt appreciation to my fellow writers for their support. Especially Cindy Dees, Delilah Devlin, Anne Elizabeth, Sharon Hamilton, Cristin Harber, Elle James, Cat Johnson, Gennita Low, Patrice Michelle, Teresa Reasor and Paige Tyler, for giving birth to Hot Alpha SEALs which, in turn, gave birth to Stone and Drake.

  And of course a shout-out to my amazing support team, Linda Bass, Crystal Benedict, Stephanie Berowski, Crystal Biby, Kris Bloom, Kim Brown, Sandy Butler, Carmen Cook, Celeste Deveney, Tracey A. Diczban, Shelly Estes, Lisa Fox, Rhonda Jones, Denise Krauth, Barbara Kuhl, Angie Lane, Tracey Parker, Laurie Peterson, Tina Reiter, Hollie Rieth, Regina Ross, Sandy Sheer, Kiki Sidira, Sheri Vidal, Sally Wagoner, Deb Watson, Veronica Westfall and Michelle Wilson, as well as the shy ones, Christy, Elf, Fedora, Gaele, Lisa, Nita and Pansy Petal.

  To all my friends in the Greater Seattle Romance Writers of America, Passionate Ink and Rose City Romance Writers groups, thank you for all your support and encouragement.

  BOOK 1: RYDER

  Chapter One

  Lily Wilson braced herself against the railing and tipped her face up to the sun, soaking in the heat. The sky was a shimmering azure and specked with puffy white clouds. The sea was calm. Tiny tufts crested the waves, caught by the briny breeze. Quite a difference from yesterday.

  Yesterday a monsoon had pounded the Gulf of Aden, sheeting rain in an impenetrable curtain and tossing their ship like a giant’s plaything. The boat was hardly small, with three masts and a thirty-man crew, but the storm hadn’t cared. Lily and her friend Brandy had holed up in their cabin, alternately retching and hanging on for dear life. Yesterday, going out on deck would have been insanity. She would have been swept overboard in an instant.

  Lily grinned, filled with exhilaration. Yes, it had been miserable and frightening and horrifying at times, but how exciting. Totally at the mercy of Mother Nature, unsure where the next wave might hit. Buffeted and tossed and flung about.

  Magnificent.

  The name of their ship was apt. The Avonturier. The Adventurer. She felt like one.

  “There you are,” Brandy grunted as she came up to the rail at Lily’s side. Her short brown bob was askew and she had pillow marks on her cheek. She wore the same t-shirt she’d worn as they’d hunkered in their bunks. The last couple days must have hit her hard; it was out of character for Brandy to have so much as a hair out of place.

  “Good morning to you too,” Lily said, nibbling back her smile. It was, perhaps, inappropriate to be amused, but Brandy was still a little green about the gills. Lily couldn’t help it. It was fun to see her usually unruffled friend knocked off-kilter.

  “I can’t believe we survived.” Brandy grimaced and glared out at the sea. Which was hardly fair. It wasn’t the sea’s fault.

  Lily’s laugh caught on a gust and danced away. “Of course we survived. It was just a little storm.”

  “Little?” Brandy tucked a curl behind her ear. “You realize we almost died, right?”

  “We didn’t almost die—”

  “Several times.”

  “Oh, balderdash.”

  Brandy studied her with a cynical eye. “You know what your problem is?”

  Lily tipped her head to the side. “What?”

  “Optimism.” A hint of amusement softened the familiar criticism.

  “There’s nothing wrong with looking on the bright side of things.”

  “Except that so often, things go to shit. And optimists aren’t prepared.”

  Untrue. Optimists were simply preparing for the best outcome, while pessimists prepared for the worst.

  How she and Brandy were friends should have been a mystery. They were so different. But Lily understood. They were friends, and had been since college, because they were so different. Each provided a perfect foil for the other.

  “Honestly. I know your parents thought they were doing you a favor, sheltering you from the big bad world, but the trouble with that is you have to live in this world, and it’s not always lollipops and roses.”

  Not always. But sometimes.

  Still, she couldn’t argue with Brandy. Her parents had sheltered her. Overprotected her. She’d been cosseted and caged her entire life. Everything had been controlled by her father, or one of his minions—gentlemen in black suits and sunglasses, who spoke to their wrists a lot. She’d never been allowed to do anything wild or crazy. There had been a couple times in college when she’d been able to shake her security team, including one very awkward moment when they’d tracked her down at a kegger and descended like the hounds of hell. Needless to say, she hadn’t been invited to many parties after that. But for the most part, she’d never been allowed to do anything fun. It had been a point of contention in the family for years.

  Now she’d broken away. Now she was living her own life. And it was glorious.

  “This trip isn’t going to shit,” she said. It was an adventure. This opportunity to do something important energized her. Sang in her veins. They were headed to the most exotic place on the planet: Ethiopia. Ethiopia, where they would f
eed hungry children and rescue puppies and build wells and…make a difference.

  “Not going to shit? Are you serious?” Brandy threw out her arms, encompassing the sea. “Do you notice anything missing?”

  “Missing?” Lily rumpled her brow.

  Brandy sighed. “Were you not paying attention during the orientation?”

  Um. No? She’d been preoccupied, thinking about the puppies she could save. Imagining living in a hut for three months and glorying in the freedom of not being watched all the time.

  It had been such an alluring thought, she’d left without telling anyone—Jeremy, her mother, her father… Daddy was going to have apoplexy when he got the letter telling him where she’d gone. It had been unfair to send a letter, but if she’d told him in person, he would have stopped her.

  “Lily…”

  “Umm hmm?”

  “The convoy? The convoy we’re supposed to be a part of until we reach Kenya?”

  Lily glanced out at the glassy waters, deep blue and dancing with speckles of sunlight. Beautiful. And yes, empty. A trickle of unease sifted through her. “Where did they go?”

  “Where did we go is the more pertinent question. We must have gotten separated during the storm. Blown off course.” She frowned. “We’re probably lost.”

  “The captain knows how to steer a ship,” Lily said, trying not to sound too patronizing. Yes. Lily was an optimist and Brandy was a pessimist, but there was a fine line between pessimism and paranoia. “He’ll get us back on course. We can hardly miss Africa. It’s quite large.” This last bit, she whispered in a confidential tone.

  Brandy was not in the mood for Lily’s quirky humor. But then, she rarely was. “I’m not worried about missing Africa. I’m worried about where we are. Alone. In the middle of the Indian Ocean.” She sent Lily a meaningful look.

  It didn’t mean anything. “And?”

  “Oh Jesus God, Lily. Don’t you watch the news?”

  Lily wrinkled her nose. “It’s too depressing.”

  “These waters are notorious for pirate attacks. And here we are. Unprotected.”

  A shiver walked up her spine. Lily forced a laugh, but even to her own ears, it sounded hollow. “Pirates. Really?” She studied the horizon. Nothing. Nothing but ocean and sky as far as the eye could see. There probably were pirates out there, but the sea was vast. The pirates would never find them.

  At least…she hoped.

  * * *

  Lunch was charming. The buffet had been set out on the deck so the passengers could enjoy the beautiful day. It featured a delicious soufflé along with a fruit salad and some cold chicken. Lily enjoyed it immensely. A great part of her enjoyment was reveling in the cool ocean breeze, the kiss of the warm sun, and the amusing banter of the other members of the team.

  They were an eclectic group, all young people who felt the need to serve. Michael was a civil engineer, just out of the University of Washington. Since they’d attended the same school, they had a lot to chat about. Nancy was a nurse, like Brandy, so they talked business, which Lily found a little boring since she didn’t understand most of the terms they used. She had no idea what a tension pneumothorax was, and from the sound of it, she didn’t want to know.

  Pierre, the lone Frenchman, was very handsome…and quite a flirt. He tried flirting with Brandy, but that went nowhere—Brandy never had much patience for flirty men—so he turned his attention to Lily.

  As a result, lunch was charming…until it was interrupted by a flurry on the deck.

  At Captain Garnier’s barked command, a hubbub erupted. Lily stilled, her lemonade halfway to her mouth; she stared at the seamen scrambling to their stations and pulling out fire hoses.

  Garnier rushed over to their table. “Quickly,” he said in his thick accent—Lily had been trying to place it for days. It seemed so rude to ask where he was from. “You must go below. Now.”

  Brandy bristled with energy. “What is it?”

  “We’ve spotted two crafts. Approaching quickly. It could be nothing, but I must ask you all to vacate the deck.”

  “Is it pirates?” Brandy was like a dog with a bone.

  The soufflé in Lily’s belly heaved as she scanned the calm waters.

  Garnier frowned. “We don’t know. We must follow procedure. Please.” He gestured toward the bridge. “Down below. Go. Now. There’s a hidden cubby in the storage hold. It should be large enough for all of you.” He waved at a crewman. “Enrique will show you where it is.”

  Pierre leaped to his feet. “Nonsense. I shall stay and fight.”

  Michael shot a glance around the table. “Guess I should, um, stay and fight too.”

  “Don’t be daft,” the captain snapped. “My men are trained. You are not. Now go. And take some food and water.”

  Lily’s pulse surged. “Food and water?”

  Garnier threaded anxious fingers through his beard. “We don’t know how long this will last. And if they are pirates, and they take the ship, you will be glad for it.”

  Everyone did as he said, skittering toward the stairs to the hold. All but Pierre. He thrust out his chest and set his chin, and headed for the railing.

  Lily gaped at him in shock. If the captain said they should hide, they should probably hide. Perhaps it was foolhardy of her to follow Pierre instead of the others, but she felt the needling urge to convince him to go below. To safety.

  “Pierre,” she said as she tugged his sleeve. “We need to go.”

  He waved her away with the slash of a hand. His gaze was trained on the approaching boats. They seemed to fly toward them, skimming the waves, jouncing and soaring over the water. There were four men in each craft, and they all had rifles, though one man had what looked like a grenade launcher.

  Lily’s heart clenched. Her breath caught.

  Pirates.

  Dang it. She hated when Brandy was right.

  The sailors scuttled about, preparing their hoses to repel the onslaught. As the tiny boats neared, a cry went up and streams of water blasted from the lower deck. The pirates changed course, zipping around the bow of their ship to keep from being swamped. In response, they fired several shots. The sharp retorts echoed, twined with the cries of the sailors.

  “Down!” Garnier bellowed. “Get down!”

  Several more shots rang out, hitting the hull and the bulwarks with dull, staccato pings. Lily flinched with every one.

  All this happened in a matter of seconds, but it felt like minutes, hours, as though time had slowed down. Her pulse thudded in her ears. Something bitter rose in her mouth.

  “Please, Pierre!” she wailed.

  He shot her a frown, but then grudgingly followed.

  They raced across the deck to the hatch that led to the lower decks, keeping low—bullets were whizzing by with alarming rapidity. A bullet slammed into the hatch, burying itself in the steel just above their heads, leaving a smoking hole. Pierre eeped and pushed past her. He scampered below, nearly bumping into Brandy as she bounded up the stairs.

  As her gaze landed on Lily, she cried, “Where the hell have you been?”

  “Collecting Pierre. He wanted to watch.”

  Brandy caught her arm and dragged her down the stairs. “Heaven protect us from innocents and devils,” she muttered.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Nothing. What were you thinking? Going after Pierre? You need to take care of your own ass. For pity sake, Lily, those were real bullets out there.”

  Lily swallowed, but she didn’t respond. Her throat was too tight.

  “A bullet doesn’t care who your father is. Understand? And when bullets are flying, anyone can get shot. Trust me. I’ve patched up more than one bystander who took a stray.”

  “Well, I didn’t get shot.” There had been a close one, but she didn’t get shot. “Where are we going?”

  “Into the hold.” Brandy led her down another set of stairs and another. It seemed to get darker as they descended.

  Li
ly wrinkled her nose. “It smells down here.”

  Brandy gusted a sigh. “Get used to it, Lil. We could be here for a while. The pirates don’t just go away. They stay. They follow you. They continue attacking until you outrun them or until help comes.” She pinned Lily with a dark glower. “We’re in real danger here. People die in situations like this. They get taken prisoner. Held as hostages. For years sometimes.”

  Lily’s stomach lurched. “H-held as hostages?”

  “Yes.”

  Oh dear.

  If she were taken hostage, someone would, in all likelihood, notify her father.

  He was going to be furious.

  * * *

  As they ducked into the small cubby in the bow of the boat, behind a pallet of crates marked “Iodine,” an explosion rocked the ship. Lily teetered to the side and stepped on someone’s foot. It could have been Michael’s, but it was hard to tell, because they were all entwined. There was barely room for her to fit.

  “Close the door,” Pierre trilled. The panic in his tone was unmistakable. It was probably a good thing he had not stayed above to fight. He wasn’t alone in his terror though; the scent of fear gripped them all.

  Lily arranged herself on the hard wood floor, hunching in so there was more room for the others. The air was already stale with so many people in such a cramped space. And it was warm. She ignored her discomfort and the sounds of the battle, the thrum of the engine, the muted retorts of rifle fire, calming herself with her familiar mantra. What would happen, would happen. It always did. Worrying about it, when one was helpless, was pointless. Best to plan for any contingencies. She drew in a deep, calming breath and started running scenarios in her head.

  It would be all right. No doubt Garnier had sent a distress signal and the French fleet—or whoever patrolled these waters—would come and chase the pirates off. All they had to do was hold out until then.

  The engine revved then, and the ship sped up. Yes. They could outrun them.