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  SEALed At The Altar

  Bone Frog Brotherhood Book 2

  Sharon Hamilton

  Sharon Hamilton’s Book List

  SEAL Brotherhood Series

  SEAL Encounter (Prequel Novella)

  Accidental SEAL (Book 1)

  SEAL Endeavor (Novella)

  Fallen SEAL Legacy (Book 2)

  SEAL Under Covers (Book 3)

  SEAL The Deal (Book 4)

  Cruisin’ For A SEAL (Book 5)

  SEAL My Destiny (Book 6)

  SEAL Of My Heart (Book 7)

  SEAL My Love (Book 9)

  SEAL Brotherhood Box Set 1 (Accidental SEAL & Prequel)

  SEAL Brotherhood Box Set 2 (Fallen SEAL & Prequel)

  Ultimate SEAL Collection Vol. 1 (Books 1-4 + 2 Prequels)

  Ultimate SEAL Collection Vol. 2 (Books 5-7)

  Bad Boys of SEAL Team 3 Series

  SEAL’s Promise (Book 1)

  SEAL My Home (Book 2)

  SEAL’s Code (Book 3)

  Big Bad Boys Bundle (Books 1-3 of Bad Boys)

  Band of Bachelors Series

  Lucas (Book 1)

  Alex (Book 2)

  Jake (Book 3)

  Jake 2 (Book 4)

  Band of Bachelors Bundle (Books 1-4)

  True Blue SEALs Series

  True Navy Blue (prequel to Zak)

  Zak (Includes novella above)

  Nashville SEAL Series

  Nashville SEAL (Book 1)

  Nashville SEAL: Jameson (Books 1 & 2 combined)

  Fredo Series

  Fredo’s Secret (novella) Book 1

  Fredo’s Dream (Books 1 & 2 combined)

  Standalone Novellas

  SEAL You In My Dreams (Magnolias and Moonshine)

  SEAL Of Time (Trident Legacy)

  Kindle Worlds

  SEAL’s Goal: The Beautiful Game

  Love Me Tender, Love You Hard

  Paradise Series

  Paradise: In Search of Love

  Sleeper SEALs

  Bachelor SEAL

  Bone Frog Brotherhood Series

  New Years SEAL Dream

  SEALed At The Altar

  Fall From Grace Series (Paranormal)

  Gideon: Heavenly Fall

  Golden Vampires of Tuscany Series (Paranormal)

  Honeymoon Bite (Book 1)

  Mortal Bite (Book 2)

  The Guardians (Paranormal)

  Heavenly Lover (Book 1)

  Underworld Lover (Book 2)

  Underworld Queen (Book 3)

  About the Book

  Despite his thirty-nine years, Tucker Hudson is in peak physical condition and is considering rejoining the SEAL Teams after a ten-year hiatus. What he hadn’t counted on is a steady relationship with Brandy. Is this thing between them something he can count on or is it just a distraction? Now he’s torn between his heart and career. Can he balance them both?

  A plus-size girl, Brandy never fails to be there for her friends’ and their happiness. But for her, relationships are little more than one-night stands, and she’s made her peace with who she is. At least until Tucker shows up at a SEAL wedding on New Year’s Eve. The intensity between them makes her wonder if marriage is a wise choice or just another misstep.

  The evil forces surrounding them will test their relationship. Will their love be strong enough to last a lifetime, or will it become just a pleasant memory of what could have been?

  A continuation of New Years SEAL Dream novella, Book #1 of the Bone Frog Brotherhood

  Begin Reading

  New Year’s SEAL Dream (Bonus Novel)

  Zak (Bonus Novel)

  Dedication

  About the Author

  Series Overview

  Table of Contents

  Copyright © 2018 by Sharon Hamilton

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  All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the copyright owner of this book.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. In many cases, liberties and intentional inaccuracies have been taken with rank, description of duties, locations and aspects of the SEAL community.

  License Notes

  This e-book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This e-book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the author’s work.

  Author’s Note

  I always dedicate my SEAL Brotherhood books to the brave men and women who defend our shores and keep us safe. Without their sacrifice, and that of their families—because a warrior’s fight always includes his or her family—I wouldn’t have the freedom and opportunity to make a living writing these stories. They sometimes pay the ultimate price so we can debate, argue, go have coffee with friends, raise our children and see them have children of their own.

  One of my favorite tributes to warriors resides on many memorials, including one I saw honoring the fallen of WWII on an island in the Pacific:

  “When you go home

  Tell them of us, and say

  For your tomorrow,

  We gave our today.”

  These are my stories created out of my own imagination. Anything that is inaccurately portrayed is either my mistake, or done intentionally to disguise something I might have overheard over a beer or in the corner of one of the hangouts along the Coronado Strand.

  I support two main charities. Navy SEAL/UDT Museum operates in Ft. Pierce, Florida. Please learn about this wonderful museum, all run by active and former SEALs and their friends and families, and who rely on public support, not that of the U.S. Government.

  www.navysealmuseum.org

  I also support Wounded Warriors, who tirelessly bring together the warrior as well as the family members who are just learning to deal with their soldier’s condition and have nowhere to turn. It is a long path to becoming well, but I’ve seen first-hand what this organization does for its warriors and the families who love them. Please give what your heart tells you is right. If you cannot give, volunteer at one of the many service centers all over the United States. Get involved. Do something meaningful for someone who gave so much of themselves, to families who have paid the price for your freedom. You’ll find a family there unlike any other on the planet.

  www.woundedwarriorproject.org

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Sharon Hamilton’s Book List

  About the Book

  Copyright Page

  Author’s Note

  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

  New Years SEAL Dream

  Title Page

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

/>   Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Zak

  True Navy Blue

  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

  Zak

  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

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  About the Author

  Series Overview

  Reviews

  SEAL Prayer

  Chapter 1

  Tucker thought about his hot tub lovemaking session with Brandy the night before. It sprang from the long kiss he’d given her after he told her to just lean back, put her arms out to the sides, and fly away with him to who knew where? He’d told her to just trust him, that he’d be right there behind her, just as they’d been the day before skydiving. He’d professed his love for her and promised to take care of her.

  But he’d stopped short of asking her to marry him. That was what was giving him problems today as they drove to the winery picnic the whole group of SEALs and their wives and girlfriends were attending in Wine Country. Last night under the stars he’d taken her body as they’d floated in the hot tub, thrusting as if he rammed her hard enough, he’d stick there forever. He wanted to dig deep and never leave, and she accepted all of him, begging for more as he pleasured her every way he could think of. He kissed away all her tears as she released so beautifully in soft moans, shuddering and spurring him on, stroking her insides until his full release.

  He’d even carried her wet nude body back through the patio and back into the barn where their cubicle was carved out with sheets hanging over stringer wires. He laid her back on the bed and worshiped her, nuzzling all the softness of her curvy hips and wonderful breasts. Her white flesh and droplets of water shone in the moonlight as his arms covered hers and clutched her fingers in his. Even as his kisses lowered to her belly he knew she was fast asleep, and he’d put her there in the land of Nod.

  Was she dreaming of him?

  He hadn’t slept, even after trying to sync with her breathing, but it was no use. He was not going to be able to sleep until whatever was needling him worked its way out, like an old splinter.

  Morning came softly and he watched her sleepy body awaken to the sounds of birds outside. Her eyes were full of wonder as she lay next to him and stared at the wooden ceiling, like he had done all during the night.

  They’d spoken very little this morning. The two of them showered together and she teased him but didn’t demand anything. Their fondling and tickling and kissing was always a pleasant start of the daily routine, most the time leading to another sexual encounter. But today, it was enough that they couldn’t keep their hands off each other, as if the words spoken so sparsely last night under the night sky was enough to last them a month.

  Maybe that was it.

  “You’re so quiet this morning, Tucker. What has you so preoccupied?”

  He smiled to cover up his surprise that he’d failed to mask his pensive mood. He glanced to his right and she wasn’t having any of it. He could lie, of course. But he wasn’t going to. He just wanted to remain silent until he figured out what was bothering him.

  “I’m just happy, Brandy. Really happy.” It was the truth. But would it work?

  She reached into his lap and felt his semi-hardness, and stroked him, coaxing him to lose himself between her fingers. He wanted to unbutton his pants but was hoping she’d do it. He did need release.

  She continued to stroke up and down as he spread his knees further and he presented to her warm palm he could feel even through the fabric of his pants.

  “This what you’re thinking about?” She asked. “We could always take a detour…”

  He had a flash of clarity. He saw her in a wedding dress, and then he saw her belly grow large with a child. He was definitely having dangerous thoughts. Sex had always been just that: sex. With Brandy, he’d wanted to fill her, make her have his baby.

  This scared the pants off him. While that would solve one problem, it left another one glaring: the more they made love the more he wanted her. This had never happened before. Even Shayla, his first wife, when they were young and fresh and fucking like rabbits all the time, even then he didn’t feel like this. He was burying himself to make roots, not to get himself off.

  His hands were sweaty. His forehead too. His deep breathing was mistaken for arousal, causing Brandy to deftly slip her fingers inside his waistband and unfasten him. She seared him with a sultry smile just before she went down on him. He nearly went off the road, quickly checking his rear view mirror.

  Her tongue curled around him. With one hand on the steering wheel, he placed his other palm at the back of her head buried in his lap, and pressed her onto him. She moaned as she sucked and kissed him to oblivion.

  The sunshine was extremely bright outside as they continued down the winding two-lane country highway. It got brighter the more she worked on him—the closer he got to climax. And, bless her soul, just as he began to spill, she placed him between her enormous breasts and squeezed.

  Brandy’s tee shirts were always too small for her, and the look of the cotton shoved up under her chin, her double large chest all ripe and firm, was a sight he’d never tire of looking at. A few seconds later and that tee shirt was desperately needed.

  He laced his fingers through her hair. “God, Brandy, I’ve died and gone straight to Heaven.”

  She rose to her knees, leaned over him, removed the wet shirt, and grabbed another one from her bag in the second seat. Pulling it tight over her breasts, her nipples puckered under the new pink fabric, bulging and knotted.

  “You’re going to distract everyone at the picnic, sweetheart. No bra?”

  She leaned back on the seat and tickled her nipples outside the cotton shirt. “No bra,” she said, with her eyes the size of a small child’s. “Will that make you jealous?”

  “No, honey. I’m a man of action. I don’t dwell in those places of self-doubt and pity. I’ll beg you to ride my cock hard until you behave.”

  She grinned, and then stared out the windshield. “I’m happy too, Tucker. Really happy. I wish I hadn’t been so afraid of this.”

  He nodded, understanding he’d been her nearly first sexual partner, though he would have been easily fooled to think otherwise. She was preening, reapplying her lipstick that had been smeared all over his organ, which he now stowed back into his pants with one hand.

  That word again came up: this. Just what was this? Should he tell her about the fantasies he’d been having? Or, should he not distract from her delicious mood, exploring the newfound feeling of love and lust all wrapped up in one velvet package? He’d experienced the cravings, but not these cravings that only lead to that stronger desire to have her again after every encounter.

  Tucker knew he’d been intense as a SEAL, and perhaps that’s why Shayla left him for the other Team Guy. He’d been so focused on his career, on the brotherhood of men he was absolutely digging serving with, the danger and excitement of being a man’s man doing things most people cou
ldn’t even comprehend. Now that he was out, perhaps that’s why he and Brandy had made the instant hook-up. He willingly let her be needy with him because he needed to give it all back. With Shayla, their carefree spirit gave way to routine and eventually boredom, where they were just going through the motions. They were pretending to be a couple long after she’d mentally and even physically moved on.

  It was fucked up, and after the breakup it caused him to force a change of scenery, but he never felt he lost something he needed.

  He needed Brandy.

  That’s what made all this talk between them last night and internal thought this afternoon so dangerous. Brandy was very dangerous. She was lethal. And still he allowed his wrists to be bound by those golden ropes, his chest bleeding from the pain in his heart. He needed her so much he might die over it.

  He saw the three Hummers and trucks pull up to the large steep-roof buildings of the winery created from a hop-drying kiln. Kyle and Cooper directed traffic and that’s when it hit him. He needed them too. He missed the contact he used to have with the Team Guys all weekend between deployments. Even when he knew Shayla was staying out late, making naked calls to the Team Guy who was on deployment, he still needed his buddies. It’s where he wanted to be most of all.

  He barely had time to think about it as he was directed to park. But, would the same thing happen to them if he got accepted back on a SEAL Team? Would Brandy, now erupting with womanly wiles and enough pheromones to sink a battleship, find someone else to satisfy her when he was no longer around? Four and six month deployments were common these days, Kyle had warned. Would she wait for him? Could she wait for him?

  Or, was that too much to ask?

  Because he was still deep in thought, Brandy made it out of the truck before he did, and sauntered over to Christy and Dorie. He hoped she didn’t notice his lack of attention. Her voluptuous body swayed down the driveway in front of him, her long mahogany hair fluffed up by her fingers as she called out to her best friend. He could watch her all day, and had many nights.

  But still, he felt like a heel. That talk show doctor would be wagging her finger at him. He was taking the cookies out of the cookie jar without paying for them. But had that doctor ever found two things she couldn’t do without like he had? Was it really fair to judge him so harshly?