Goddess Fish Promotions presents The Navy SEAL’s E-Mail Order Bride by Cora Seton. Cora will be awarding a $50 Amazon gift card to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour.
Mason Hall, Navy SEAL, has fought insurgents and terrorists, but his current mission is one for the records. Not only must he find a wife—and get her pregnant—or forfeit the ranch his family has prized for over a hundred years, he also must convince his three brothers to marry, too—before the year is up. Who knew one city girl and three wayward brothers could put up such a fight?
Her phone rang. Regan jumped, then laughed at herself. It wasn’t like Mason Hall could call to check up on her. It could be Jack, though—still angry she’d walked out on him yesterday. Her stomach sank at the thought. When she found her phone, though, she didn’t recognize the number.
“Regan?” It was a man’s voice, deep and husky and confident. It couldn’t be Mason. There was no way it could be Mason, but somehow she knew without a doubt it was. A spasm of happiness shot through her—a feeling so unexpected and alien it caught her completely off-guard.
A low chuckle sent tingles down her spine. “How’d you know?”
“Where are you?”
“Afghanistan.” His voice was amazing. She glanced at the photo she’d made into her desktop background. Mason gazed back at her with his serious eyes.
“You can make phone calls from there?”
“I pulled some strings. So, are you?”
“Am I what?” She bit her lip at the excitement coursing through her body. How could she be so turned on by just a voice? How could such a tenuous connection make her feel so alive?
“A big, hairy, 82-year-old man.”
She didn’t answer for a moment. She couldn’t believe he was on the other end of the line. How did she sound to him? Sexy? Or as squeaky as a preteen at a Justin Bieber concert? She struggled to control her tone. “No. Sorry to disappoint you.”
“I’m not disappointed. What are you doing today?”
“I’m not sure.”
“You quit your job, right?”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
“Would I answer your ad if I did?”
“Maybe.” There was a pause. “I don’t know you yet, do I?”
Yet. Her breath caught. “No boyfriend. Not for a while.”
Wow, he went right to the heart of the matter, didn’t he? “I guess I’m picky.”
She frowned. “I’m not scared. I’ve tried, believe me. I never met the right guy.”
“Or you don’t know you have yet.”
She didn’t know how to answer that. She should tell him right now she wasn’t interested in men. Had no intention of dating again for years. If ever.
“Regan? Did I lose you?” His voice was soft but demanding.
“You move awfully fast, don’t you?”
“When I see something I like, what’s the point in waiting around?”
He kept knocking her off-balance with that sexy, knowing voice. She tried to pull herself together. “Mason?”
“You’re paying a hell of a lot for this call.”
“We could Skype next time,” he suggested.
“Okay.” She bit her lip. Okay? What did she mean, okay?
“There will be a next time, won’t there?” he asked.
Cora Seton loves cowboys, country life, gardening, bike-riding, and lazing around with a good book. Mother of four, wife to a computer programmer/eco-farmer, she ditched her California lifestyle nine years ago and moved to a remote logging town in northwestern British Columbia.
Like the characters in her novels, Cora enjoys old-fashioned pursuits and modern technology, spending mornings transforming a neglected one-acre lot into a paradise of orchards, berry bushes and market gardens, and afternoons writing the latest Chance Creek romance novel on her iPad mini. Visit www.coraseton.com to read about new releases, contests and other cool events!
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