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  New Years SEAL Dream

  Bone Frog Brotherhood Book 1

  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 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)

  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: Bone Frog Brotherhood Series

  Bachelor SEAL

  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

  Tucker Hudson has been off SEAL Team 3 for nearly ten years. He reluctantly attends his former Teammate’s wedding on New Years Eve, vowing to keep his hands to himself and his mouth shut. Suffering nightmares from a tragic deployment, he barely left the Teams with an honorable discharge. Romance is one complication he does not need. And no one needs him either: not the Teams, not his family.

  Brandy Cook knows she isn’t as attractive as the skinny blondes who usually attend SEAL weddings. Although she’s dieted for three months straight, she’s only managed to fit into a size 16 dress, and only then with the help of a monstrous undergarment that nearly prevents her from breathing. So when the big grey-haired former SEAL with a body built like Shrek takes a passing interest in her, she figures he’s been forced by a wager or some kind of trick.

  But as the clock strikes midnight, the improbable happens and suppressed passions take over, ending in a steamy night neither will forget, but both will admit later was a huge mistake. When Brandy finds herself in trouble, Tucker turns out to be the only one who can keep her safe from the fury building around her world.

  This version contains a bonus novella, SEAL My Love. I’m including it as a thank you for preordering this book or purchasing it during the early book launch. SML has never before been released on its own as a stand alone, but it was featured in the anthology, Tropical Tryst.

  Since the characters in the novella, Trace and Gretchen, continue their love story and relationship in my next full-length release on March 30th, I thought I’d give you a little taste of some of the SEAL Team characters and their families, so you’ll be up-to-date with the storyline.

  I hope you’ll continue on with their story, which you can preorder from my website by clicking this link.

  Begin Reading

  SEAL My Love (Bonus Novella)

  Dedication

  About the Author

  Series Overview

  Table of Contents

  Copyright © 2018 by Sharon Hamilton

  Kindle Edition

  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

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nbsp; Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  SEAL My Love

  Title Page

  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

  About the Author

  Series Overview

  Reviews

  SEAL Prayer

  Chapter 1

  “No thanks needed, Tucker. I didn’t ask you to be part of the wedding party because I didn’t think you’d fit into a 5X tux on top with your XL waist. You’re an action figure, Tuck. Besides, you drool.”

  Tucker growled as he turned his back on the groom, Brawley Hanks. The dressing room full of handsome penguins grunted and politely guffawed, since they were all dressed up and on good behavior.

  “And there’s, no room for even a Barbie on his arm. Damn those church aisles,” barked Riley Branson.

  Another former Teammate, T.J. Talbot, grabbed Tucker’s arm and drew him out of the Room of Doom, as the single SEALs called it. “Pay no attention to them. They’re assholes. Also, who wants to walk down the aisle with a Barbie Doll?” He winked at Tucker.

  He felt at ease immediately. Tucker’s huge hands and fingers knotted themselves to oblivion, having no place to hide and looking like a bushel of antlers he was carrying. “Thanks, T.J. I hate these things,” he said, pulling on his lapel. “But I’ve been out of commission so long, thought it would be nice to see some of the guys.”

  “And now you’ve seen that nothing has changed.” T.J. was nearly as tall as Tucker, perhaps an inch shorter. He bumped foreheads. “But the girls will be younger because of Dorie, and that’s probably a good thing,” T.J. whispered.

  “You having regrets, you old married fart?” Tucker murmured back.

  Brawley’s dad appeared in the church hallway before T.J. could answer and slapped both the former Teammates on the back simultaneously. “Glorious day, isn’t it?”

  Tucker knew old man Hanks was relieved his son had finally settled down and picked somebody. Brawley had more breakups than a pre-teen homeroom class.

  “Yessir. Just took the right woman.” T.J.’s face was shriveled up, like his last comment had soured his tongue. Tucker knew he was lying through his teeth. Privately, he thought, it took more alcohol than could fill a battleship to convince Brawley it was time to man-up.

  “Dorie’s a real nice gal,” Tucker offered up. “You’re gonna be a lucky father-in-law. She should fit in well with the rest of the family,” he added, trying to keep a straight face. He knew it would be painful for T.J.

  Both gentlemen looked back at him, T.J. not showing an ounce of expression. Mrs. Hanks was raised in the local Mennonite community. She was as plain as a saltine cracker, without any makeup or hair curling or adornments. Her two daughters were younger, even paler copies of her. Whereas Dorie looked like she could handle a Las Vegas pole and entertain a whole room of men. Those were going to be some interesting family dinners during the holidays, Tucker figured.

  When he had the courage to look back into Mr. Hanks’ eyes, he realized old man Hanks married her probably because little Brawley was on his way, and for no other reason. He felt the man’s pain.

  “You believe in miracles, son?” Hanks said, his eyes folded into thin slits.

  “Yes, sir, I do. I surely do. That and redemption, too.”

  T.J. cleared his throat. “Well, congrats, sir. Must be a load off to have Brawley settled. I think those two will be happy together.”

  The far away look Mr. Hanks gave them back was difficult to read. Tucker had been feeling a little lonesome and sorry for himself until he encountered Hanks Sr. today. Now he was damned pleased he’d never hooked up with anyone.

  Sure, they’re pretty, but they’re dangerous. Unpredictable. Who needs them? Certainly not me!

  At last, Hanks pushed through the two younger men, heading for greener pastures, having exhausted any thought process he was following. He turned his head back to them and whispered, “Happiness’ got nothing to do with it. All a state of mind, gentlemen.” His fingers pointed to his temple, oddly positioned to look like a gun. “All a state of mind.” He sauntered off, straightening his jacket and making room for his crotch as he walked, swinging his feet at the ankles to shake off wrinkles.

  “Close your mouth, Tucker. You’re gawking,” T.J. reminded him.

  “That’s a complicated man right there,” murmured Tucker. “I can see how he gutted out twenty years on the Teams. Thank God Brawley made it. Would hate to be a son of his and not make a Team.”

  “You know the family better, but I’m guessing being on the Teams was summer camp compared to growing up in the Hanks household.”

  Tucker knew T.J. was right. They’d grown up together in Oregon, and the two boys got acquainted by competing for spots in high school sports teams. They joined their BUD/S class together, but Tucker disengaged after ten years. Brawley re-upped for a short tour and was going to leave as well. Then he met Dorie, so he extended and used the bonus to buy a house. Dorie had a lot to do with that decision.

  The rest of the wedding party began to spill out onto the walkway leading to the sanctuary. Blossoming orange trees gave off a gentle and pleasant aroma. Tucker punched Brawley hard in the bicep, nearly knocking him over before he gave the groom and his groomsmen a fat-fingered wave. He was going to find a seat toward the front, but not too close, give himself enough room to spread out in case he fell asleep during the wedding. His goal was to keep his big mouth shut and his eyes glazed over so he could just swim a little with his former Teammates without getting into trouble. That meant he’d keep his hands to himself and wouldn’t ask anyone to dance. He’d also pretend not to look for cleavage or evidence of a proud bony mound or ample ass beneath layers of swirling chiffon and taffeta.

  Piece of cake, he thought as he entered the sanctuary. Organ music played, accompanied by a violin and flute combination.

  Hospital music.

  The two Hanks sisters were dressed in identical maroon dresses with white lace collars, revealing their beanpole stature. Both girls had their long brown hair parted in the middle, tied in a bun at the back of their neck. No curls, ribbons, or sparkles to adorn them. Each had a deep pink lily wrist corsage on their right hands, folded identically next to each other.

  The moms were ushered in next. Mrs. Hanks wore a darker shade of maroon, but her brownish grey hair was pulled back similar to her daughters’. Mr. Hanks looked around the room, catching eyes of friends and landing briefly on Tucker’s face. He sat down hard, making the pew squeak.

  Dorie’s mom was lead in by Riley Branson. The lady was the same kind of bombshell for the older crowd, and Brawley had told Tucker stories of her younger years growing up in San Diego. Though she was close to sixty, her hair was as blonde as her daughter’s gorgeous locks. She wore a tailored light pink suit with a flared waist jacket covered in glistening crystals that flashed all over the interior of the narthex and the aisle going down. The skirt below her tiny waist didn’t leave much to the imagination. She wasn’t as tall as her daughter, so the high heels were giving her some trouble on the cushy rug.

  Dorie’s mother sat next to her already seated boyfriend, an obvious sign that he might not be a permanent fixture in the family, but he gave her a peck on the cheek anyway.

  The organ music crescendo rose, and a majestic non-wedding style march was on, signaling that the audience should rise for the bride and her father. Everyone came to their feet, Tucker one of the last to stand. He turned to the narthex and saw beautiful Dorie all decked out in bright white. A
head of her were several bridesmaids, all Barbies, except for one, who was a big girl with about the largest chest Tucker had ever seen. He found himself praying for a clothing malfunction as she paraded down the aisle with Riley. Her tight bustier looked like it was going to explode any second, which might even knock Riley off his feet. He found himself chuckling under his breath at the image in his head until someone in the row ahead of him turned around with a frown.

  But Tucker’s daydream was shattered by the presence of Dorie, looking every bit the virginal angel. She was probably the prettiest bride he’d ever seen. Her veil was loaded with little crystals, like her mother’s suit. By candlelight at the evening service, it created the effect of a thousand little faeries dancing down the aisle all around her. Mr. Carlson looked tanned and about as proud as a father could be, since his daughter was marrying a war hero.

  Brawley was gaping and looked pale as the creamy skin on his bride’s beautiful face. His best man whispered something to him, which caused a quick glance to his crotch, followed by an annoyed sigh as he realized his best man was messing with him. He presented his elbow to Dorie as her father kissed her good-bye. Dorie grabbed Brawley’s hand instead.

  Tucker prepped himself so that he wouldn’t fall asleep, but found he needed very little help. The girls were ten point fives, even the heavy one. He told himself to stop it several times, but he was used to ranking women in front of him. Dorie would be number one, of course. Then there was that red-head, but the dark-haired heavy one kept catching his eye. He matched them all up to her, and, to his surprise, his dick preferred her.

  The Hanks sisters began a duet that was about as bloodless as the middle-aged female lab tech at the VA who actually sported a five o’clock shadow. It was about as pleasant, too. The slightly off-key rendition of a country song he couldn’t remember had people in the audience coughing to clear the pain in their ears. Tucker was going to burst out laughing if he wasn’t careful. He opened a package of gum, made too much noise, and found people frowning at him.