Time to Run [NOOK Book]

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On the run from her controlling husband, Sara Garret has discovered she's got a spine of steel - and she'll do anything to protect her son. Now the person she must turn to is another man. But this SEAL, with his Harley and ponytail, is no knight in shining armour.
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On the run from her controlling husband, Sara Garret has discovered she's got a spine of steel - and she'll do anything to protect her son. Now the person she must turn to is another man. But this SEAL, with his Harley and ponytail, is no knight in shining armour.
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The tension starts early and builds throughout the third installment in Melton's romantic suspense series featuring Navy SEALs. Sara Garret, after living in fear of her hard-as-nails JAG prosecutor husband, decides to flee after he terrorizes their son, Kendal. An acquaintance, SEAL sniper Chase McCaffrey, who appeared in Melton's In the Dark, reluctantly offers a means of escape. Headed to Oklahoma to check on a ranch inherited from an abusive stepfather, Chase decides not to let memories of his own miserable childhood keep him from helping mother and son. Soon he's using all his skills to keep himself, Kendal and Sara safe. When they arrive at the ranch, they discover that Chase's dead stepfather played a key role in a group of white supremacists. As Sara's husband closes in and the skinheads prove increasingly dangerous, Chase's growing love for Sara presents an even greater threat as it undermines the grip he's held on his emotions all these years. Melton, who writes medieval romances as Marliss Moon, doesn't miss a beat in this involving story. (Feb.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
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  • ISBN-13: 9780446553421
  • Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
  • Publication date: 12/14/2008
  • Sold by: Hachette Digital, Inc.
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 55,940
  • File size: 311 KB

Meet the Author

Marliss Melton enjoyed an exotic childhood growing up overseas where entertainment meant riding on elephants in Laos, visiting museums in Paris, and tracking tigers in northern Thailand. Her experiences traveling the world led to her love of language, music, and storytelling. She has taught English and Spanish at the high school level and linguistics at the College of William and Mary, her alma mater. A Golden Heart and RITA finalist, she has written ten books since first becoming published in 2002. The wife of a retired Navy veteran, Marliss finds writing military romantic suspense to be a perfect fit. She lives with her husband and many children near Virginia Beach, where she is inspired by real-life stories of Navy SEAL's sacrifices and their struggles to combat terrorism. You can check out her website at www.marlissmelton.com.
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Time To Run


By Marliss Melton

Warner Books

Copyright © 2005 Marliss Melton
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-446-61481-5


Chapter One

Next Day

Chief Petty Officer Chase McCaffrey stalked into the Trial Services Building on Oceana Naval Base in a piss-poor mood. He hadn't put a dent in the paperwork piled on top of his desk at the Spec Ops and, already, he was having to pack his bags and leave-not on an assignment this time, but to claim the land his stepfather had left to him, land he never wanted to go home to.

The young, African-American security guard on duty greeted him warmly. "How you doin', Chief? I ain't seen you here in months!"

"Twelve to be exact," Chase told him, slapping the envelope he'd brought onto the X-ray belt. He withdrew his pistol, a SIG Sauer P226, out of the holster on his battle dress uniform belt and surrendered it to the guard, along with his cell phone, neither of which was permitted in the building.

"Where you been?" Petty Officer Marcelino Hewitt asked. "Oh, wait, I guess you can't tell me that. It's classified."

"Somewhere hot," said Chase succinctly. Which had to be obvious, given his savage tan and sun-bleached eyebrows. He stepped through the metal detector, feeling vulnerable. But this wasn't Malaysia. In this building, he was safe from everything but long lines and red tape, neither of which he had time for today.

"What's wrong, Chief? You don't look so chipper today,"Hewitt needled, reverting to their habit of harassing each other.

"I am never chipper," Chase articulated, with a scowl that was half-genuine, half-pretend.

"Jolly, then," Hewitt amended, with a straight face.

"Fuck you," Chase said, without heat. "You're the one who's jolly." His gaze fell to the petty officer's ample midsection. "I thought I told you to lose weight. You've put on at least ten pounds."

The man chuckled. "You said to lay off the donuts. You didn't say nothin' about no honey buns, though," he retorted gleefully.

Chase snatched his folder off the X-ray belt as it reappeared. "No pastries, period, Hewitt," he suggested. "And lay off the soda," he added, pointing out the can of Coke in the guard's work area.

"Aw, Chief!" Hewitt protested with exaggerated grief.

But Chase was already halfway down the hallway. All he needed was for Commander Spenser, a JAG lawyer, to sign off on the document Chase carried, stating that he agreed to represent a petty officer third class in Chase's platoon who'd cracked a few skulls at the waterfront.

With a mutter of annoyance that his job at home port amounted to babysitting, Chase stalked into the lounge area outside the counselor's chambers. To his relief, only one other person, a woman, sat waiting. But then he noticed that the lawyers' offices were empty. Through the milky glass windows in the door across the hall, he could see that they'd come together in a meeting.

"Fuck me," Chase growled, throwing himself down into a hard, plastic lounge chair. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the woman's head come up sharply. "Sorry," he apologized glancing her way.

Their gazes locked in mutual surprise as they recognized each other.

She was Sara Garret, wife of the infamous prosecuting JAG from Lieutenant Renault's court-martial last year.

She'd intrigued him then. Her gray-green eyes had the same effect on him now as they moved over him, taking in his sun-streaked goatee, his jungle-camouflage BDUs, and his black, lace-up boots.

"Do you know how long they're going to be in there?" he asked, unsettled by her scrutiny.

"Um, I don't know," she admitted, biting her lower lip. "Maybe half an hour longer?"

He couldn't look away from her, just like at last year's court-martial. He'd tried to speak with her at the trial's end, only she'd darted into the restroom, frustrating his attempt. He could assuage his curiosity now. "Have we met before?" he asked, certain that they had. "Before the court-martial, I mean."

Her face took on a certain radiance. "Well, yes, actually. You were in San Diego about four years ago?"

How'd she know that?

"You jump-started my car in the library parking lot," she explained. "I'd left the lights on, and the battery was dead." He didn't remember.

"Then a couple years later, I rammed my shopping cart into yours, right here at the local commissary."

Now that he kind of remembered. Her cart had upset the six-pack of canned soda he'd slung over the side of his. Two of the cans had plummeted to the floor, spraying carbonated soda all over his pant legs. The woman had been so shaken that he'd had to call for the mop to do the cleanup himself. "That was you?" he asked.

"Yes." Flushing with chagrin, she focused on the notebook in her lap, which was what she'd been doing when he walked in.

He let himself consider her. From her mousy brown hair to the shapeless beige dress she wore, she wasn't much to look at. She was nervous and tense, and she'd perfected the art of blending in, a skill detectable by one who hid for a living, a sniper like him. He'd wondered last year what she was hiding from. He was still wondering.

"My name's Chase," he volunteered. "Chase McCaffrey. Some folks call me Westy."

"Sara," she said, with a shy nod. She kept a firm grip on her pencil. No hand-shaking allowed.

"Whatcha workin' on?" he asked, wanting to put her at ease, to solve the riddle that she presented.

"Lesson plans," she admitted, scrunching up her shoulders as if doing that would help her disappear.

She reminded him of a wild animal, wary of humans. He'd tamed a number of wild animals when he was younger. All it took was time, gentleness, and patience. "You're a teacher?" he inquired. Aside from the bun confining her hair, she didn't look like a teacher.

"English tutor," she corrected him. She glanced at her watch, and a crease appeared between her slender eyebrows.

"Something wrong?" It wasn't in his nature to be nosy, but he could feel the tension building in her. Not because of him, he hoped.

"Oh, no. I'm ... supposed to tutor at the Refugee Center in an hour, but ..." She glanced toward the closed door where the lawyers convened, and frustration dimmed the clarity of her eyes.

"You don't drive," he guessed.

A flicker of anger came and went. "Not lately," she said, looking down at the notebook.

He wasn't making much headway. Some wild animals took months to tame.

"Could you use a ride?" he heard himself ask. Like he had time to drive her places with all the paperwork waiting for him.

That got her attention. "Excuse me?" she squeaked.

"I was offering you a ride," he explained, figuring he'd overstepped his bounds.

"To the Refugee Center," she clarified.

"Of course." Jesus, did she think he was picking her up? He wasn't that hard up to be chasing a JAG's wife, let alone one who dressed like a nun.

"No, thank you," she murmured, with a pretty blush.

He watched her scratch a word onto the list that she was making. The longer he looked at her, the more tightly she gripped her pencil.

"Ma'am?" he said, startling her head up. "Could you do me a favor?" he asked. He couldn't sit here any longer, feeling the tension in her. "Could you give this envelope to Commander Spenser when he comes out of the meeting?"

"Sure," she said, managing a wobbly smile.

"Thanks. Tell him, he can mail the document back to the return address after he signs it."

"Okay."

Coming out of his chair to extend her the envelope, Chase felt like he was jumping into one of the green-gray pools at the base of a Malaysian waterfall. Her eyes were exquisite. "Take care," he said, unsettled by their unexpected pull on him. "You, too," she said, radiant again.

He stalked toward the exit, trying to get his mind on all the things he had to do before taking leave. But as he paused by the security checkpoint to collect his SIG and cell phone, he asked Petty Officer Hewitt, "So what's the deal with Captain Garret's wife?" "Miss Sara?" Hewitt countered with a pitying shake of his head. "She sits in there all day sometimes, waitin' for him to leave work."

"Why?" Chase asked.

Hewitt shrugged. "Captain Garret don't let her out of his sight. Sweet lady, too. It's a shame he treats her so bad."

Chase turned away. He wished he hadn't learned that. "See less of you later, Hewitt."

"Not a chance, Chief." Hewitt chuckled.

As he pushed out of the building into the balmy September afternoon, Chase felt for the woman trapped inside. She must long to be freed to the wild outdoors. He shook his head, picturing her husband, a man whose arrogant demeanor betrayed an overinflated ego.

Men who dominated women belonged to the same category as the terrorists that Chase annihilated. Too bad he'd never get orders to take that fucker out.

Twenty-four hours later, Chase filled his duffel bag with what he'd need for three weeks' leave. He stood halfway between his dresser and his bed, emptying the drawers he'd just filled a few days ago.

Jesse, his black Labrador retriever, lay with his head on his paws, ears flattened, looking devastated.

Chase couldn't take it anymore. "You want to come with me, boy?" he relented. For the last twelve months, the dog had stayed with a friend. It wasn't fair to Jesse to leave him again. Jesse's head popped up.

"Want to go to Oklahoma? It's a long drive."

The dog's mouth parted in what had to be a smile.

"Hell, you might like it so much you won't want to come back," Chase mused, picturing the woods and the stream where he grew up, paradise for a hunting dog. Jesse wagged his tail as if he could see the pictures in Chase's head.

Pictures that went from good to bad in the blink of an eye. He envisioned his mother on the front porch holding the squalling baby. "Linc, stop it!"

Linc had Chase by the scruff of his shirt. Ignoring his wife's pleading, he flung Chase as hard as he could into the door of the two-toned, 1976 Chevy Silverado. The impact was stunning. Chase felt the bone in his nose crack. Hot blood gushed out, running over his lips.

With a mutter of annoyance, he flicked the memory off. He couldn't believe Ol' Linc had gone and left him the ranch. It was probably mortgaged to the eaves, and this was his last bid, even from the grave, to torture his stepson.

If his real father hadn't originally bought it, Chase would let a Realtor sell it. He couldn't care less about the place.

But it was McCaffrey land, not Sawyer land. His daddy had bought it for his mama before he was born. "So, suck it up," he muttered to himself.

He was stuffing his socks in the bag when his cell phone rang. "Yes, sir," he said, having recognized the executive officer's extension.

"I know you're trying to leave, Chief, but did you ever get the lawyer to sign off on the paperwork for Dewey?" asked Lieutenant Renault, who was known to his friends as Jaguar.

He was referring to the document that Chase had left with Sara Garret. "It should be in the mail today or tomorrow, sir. I'll double-check that."

"Just give me a call back if there's going to be a problem." "Roger, sir."

"Listen, drive safely, and take your time. Vinny's got your paperwork covered. Luther's got the range. If you need more time, just let me know."

"Will do. Thank you, sir."

"No problem, Chief."

Chase ended the call, then looked up a number in his dial-up menu. Commander Spenser's phone bumped him over to voice mail. If he left a message on a Friday afternoon, the lawyer might never get around to calling him back.

With a long-suffering sigh, he descended the stairs to his kitchen, where he pawed through the phone book. Hopefully Sara Garret's number was listed, and hopefully she'd be home to take his call.

Her name wasn't listed, but her husband's was, identifiable by his rank, Captain Garret. Chase dialed *67 to conceal his number from caller ID. As the phone rang, he pictured her exquisite eyes and his pulse quickened inexplicably.

The jangling of the telephone startled Sara from counting her money on the bathroom floor. Stuffing the bills back into the tampon box, she shoved it under the sink before hurrying to the adjoining bedroom to snatch the phone off the cherrywood secretary. "Hello?"

"Mrs. Garret?" asked a male voice. The familiar drawl made the air back up in her lungs.

"Yes."

"This is Chief McCaffrey. I left an envelope with you yesterday at the Trial Services Building?"

"Yes," she said, rendered almost mute by the fact that he was calling her. Her thoughts ran wildly before her.

Chief McCaffrey. Four years ago, he'd approached her stranded car in the parking lot, offering to help. He'd been so considerate, so competent, so handsome in a rough-and-ready way, that she'd been in a daze when they parted company. Garret had berated her for her tardiness the instant she arrived home.

Running into him again at the base commissary, here in Virginia Beach, had struck her as a marvelous coincidence. And he'd been just as cordial and considerate as the last time, even though she was fully to blame for toppling his soda cans. She'd left the store amazed that such a man existed, only to have Garret seize her checkbook because she'd splurged on strawberry shortcake.

Now Chase McCaffrey was on the phone, calling her!

"Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but I need to know if you were able to give Commander Spenser that envelope."

"Oh, yes," she said, disappointed that the call wasn't personal, of course not. "I handed it to him right away, along with your message."

"Thanks," he said. "I'm headed to Oklahoma this afternoon. Just wanted to tie up all my loose ends."

Oklahoma? Had he just said Oklahoma? The word jolted her like an electric shock. Sara sputtered, searching for an appropriate way of asking whether he could give her and Kendal a ride.

"Why ... why are you going to Oklahoma?" she stammered, her head spinning so fast that she could hardly think.

"Family member died," he said shortly. "Left me some land."

Sara licked her dry lips, desperate to put her question to him. But within the confines of a casual phone call, it was inappropriate. Besides, she could hear Kendal's bus coming up the road now, hydraulic brakes screeching as it slowed beside the bus stop. "Please, can ... can I see you before you go?" she added before she lost her courage. "There's something that I have to ask you."

He kept notably quiet, no doubt thinking she had lost her mind.

"There's a park in my neighborhood," she persisted, sacrificing her dignity for Kendal's sake. "I'm taking my son there today at four. Could you meet me there?"

"Well, I'm pretty busy packin' and all," he answered, but he actually sounded like he was thinking about it.

"Just give me ten minutes." She wanted to melt into the Berber carpet for being reduced to begging favors from a stranger, but the opportunity was too golden to pass up: a ride out West without having to use public transportation.

"The park on Sherwood Drive?" he asked her.

"Yes," she confirmed, her hope flaring, "just past the pool."

"See you there," he said, ending the call.

Sara stared at the phone in her grip, dazed by the possibility that the miracle she'd been praying for had just dropped in her lap. Who better to help her and Kendal slip away than a Navy SEAL? He'd been so helpful in the past; surely he'd consider helping just one more time.

Her gaze shifted out the window to where ten-year-old Kendal was getting off the bus, his shoulders bowed beneath the weight of his backpack. He'd dressed all in black today, still mourning his rabbit.

His teacher had called yesterday evening, the day after Mr. Whiskers's death, alarmed by the change in Kendal's demeanor.

Sara was also alarmed. But she wasn't going to waste time wondering where the downward spiral would end. She was taking every conceivable measure to get her and Kendal out of this nightmare before another incident took place.

(Continues...)



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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 9, 2014

    one of my favorites of Melton's

    Interesting and moved at a good pace. Highly recommend!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 2, 2013

    Very good story!

    I did like this story. I thought it was realistic.

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  • Posted March 23, 2012

    Team Melton

    the Team 12 Series is sexy, suspenseful and engaging

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  • Posted September 10, 2010

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    A nice touching story

    It started real good, got a little slow, and then picked up again. I think it could of gotten real good with a little more navy seal team action, and more intimacies. But the plot was original, which is always a plus when you have read a hundreds of romance books.

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  • Posted November 18, 2008

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    Jennifer Wardrip - Personal Read

    The books in this series are full of passion, action-adventure, and suspense, and if you haven't had the chance to read them yet, you need to pick them up today! <BR/><BR/>Chief Petty Officer Chase "Westy" McCaffrey was having a bad day when he strode into the Trial Services Building at Oceana Naval Base. It wasn't just that he needed the signature of a JAG lawyer to sign off on a case, or the fact that he'd just returned from sniper duty in a bad hot spot. It wasn't even really the fact that his stepfather was dead; rather, it was the fact that he had to head back to Oklahoma to take control of the McCaffrey land that the lazy, cruel, and insufferable man had been living on. When he sees Sara Garret, wife of infamous prosecuting JAG attorney Captain Bartholomew Garret, he's immediately struck, once again, by her skittishness. When Sara asks to meet with him only a day later, in a secluded park, he figures out why she's always seemed so nervous-Sara claims to need to escape her husband, and wants Chase to take her and her son with him to Oklahoma. <BR/><BR/>Sara Garret is a woman who, for all intents and purposes, is an abused wife. Her husband demands absolute perfection from her, and also crazy things like arranging their groceries in the cabinets in alphabetical order. When she fails at any task he's given her, or disobeys him in any way, he takes something away from her-which is why, for several months, she hasn't been allowed to drive. But Sara has been forming a plan, a way to escape. Then things boil over when her husband strangles her son's rabbit, simply for the boy playing his music too loud, and Sara knows she has to make her move. <BR/><BR/>Chase instinctively refuses to help Sara when she asks for his assistance. Later, though, he has a change of heart, and shows up telling her and Kendal to hop into his car on his way out of town. As newspapers flash stories of Sara and Kendal's disappearance and possible kidnapping, Sara and Chase realized that it's going to take a lot more than just leaving town to get rid of Captain Garret. One way or another, though, this man has to go. <BR/><BR/>When Sara realizes that she's developing feelings for Chase that are more than those of a friend, she's more panicked than ever. She doesn't have the time or the energy for a relationship, but Chase treats her differently, more like a woman, than any man in her life ever has. As for Chase, although he realizes the dangers in having a relationship with Sara, he's determined to protect her and her son from harm at any and all costs. <BR/><BR/>This newest installment in Ms. Melton's SEAL series is a heartfelt winner, and I highly recommend it. I can't wait for further books in the series!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 20, 2008

    A Time to Enjoy

    I am not a huge fan of romance novels, but Marliss Melton made me a fan. The way she describes the charater Chase Mcafferty in A Time to Run is amazing. You can easily picture him in your mind, and what a picture. She combines romance,mystery, and supense into an awesome page turner. A Time to Run was the first of her novels, that I have read, but as soon as a finished it, I ran out looking for more of her work. I have not been disappointed yet. I can not put them down once I get stated. She describes people, places and things that make you feel as if you are right there. If you have never read about the navy seals in her books you are missing an awesome treat, and an amazing get away.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 20, 2008

    Fantastic

    I absolutely loved this book. Marliss Melton is brilliant. She knows how to tell a story. I was completely immersed in this book. It had suspense, humor, romance...all the things I look for in a good book. I like the fact that Ms. Melton writes her books in a way that the reader can get a good mental picture of characters and places....and she doesn't over do it by explaining things over and over and over again. The relationship between Chase and Sara was great as well as the friendship between the men on the SEAL team. Read Forget me not, then In the Dark before reading Time to run.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 23, 2007

    Originally Posted on Romance Junkies

    TIME TO RUN is the third installment in Ms. Melton's Navy SEAL series, and the third book I've given five blue ribbons. The books in this series are full of passion, action-adventure, and suspense, and if you haven't had the chance to read them yet, you need to pick them up today! Chief Petty Officer Chase 'Westy' McCaffrey was having a bad day when he strode into the Trial Services Building at Oceana Naval Base. It wasn't just that he needed the signature of a JAG lawyer to sign off on a case, or the fact that he'd just returned from sniper duty in a bad hot spot. It wasn't even really the fact that his stepfather was dead rather, it was the fact that he had to head back to Oklahoma to take control of the McCaffrey land that the lazy, cruel, and insufferable man had been living on. When he sees Sara Garret, wife of infamous prosecuting JAG attorney Captain Bartholomew Garret, he's immediately struck, once again, by her skittishness. When Sara asks to meet with him only a day later, in a secluded park, he figures out why she's always seemed so nervous-Sara claims to need to escape her husband, and wants Chase to take her and her son with him to Oklahoma. Sara Garret is a woman who, for all intents and purposes, is an abused wife. Her husband demands absolute perfection from her, and also crazy things like arranging their groceries in the cabinets in alphabetical order. When she fails at any task he's given her, or disobeys him in any way, he takes something away from her-which is why, for several months, she hasn't been allowed to drive. But Sara has been forming a plan, a way to escape. Then things boil over when her husband strangles her son's rabbit, simply for the boy playing his music too loud, and Sara knows she has to make her move. Chase instinctively refuses to help Sara when she asks for his assistance. Later, though, he has a change of heart, and shows up telling her and Kendal to hop into his car on his way out of town. As newspapers flash stories of Sara and Kendal's disappearance and possible kidnapping, Sara and Chase realized that it's going to take a lot more than just leaving town to get rid of Captain Garret. One way or another, though, this man has to go. When Sara realizes that she's developing feelings for Chase that are more than those of a friend, she's more panicked than ever. She doesn't have the time or the energy for a relationship, but Chase treats her differently, more like a woman, than any man in her life ever has. As for Chase, although he realizes the dangers in having a relationship with Sara, he's determined to protect her and her son from harm at any and all costs. This newest installment in Ms. Melton's SEAL series is a heartfelt winner, and I highly recommend it. I can't wait for further books in the series!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 1, 2006

    Marliss Melton has put the Romance back in Romance Novels

    If you haven't read Marliss Melton's previous works, 'Forget Me Not' and 'In The Dark' I strongly suggest that you do so, as all of the characters are introduced in 'Forget Me Not' Her account of Helen & Gabe's intimate reunion was exquisitely told, it was truly a 'Love Scene' rather than just another steamy sex scene, she has truly put the Romance back in Romance Novels. The fact that Hannah and Luther didn't immediately jump into bed in 'In The Dark' was very well done. She focused on developing the characters and the storyline. The account of Hannah's escape/rescue from the Cuban jail cell was riveting and grabs you from word one. And now to 'Time To Run', the opening scene of Sara putting away her groceries so meticulously and precisely because of her fear of her abusive husband was chilling and very true to life, and again she did not allow her lovers to jump into bed on page one, but rather formed a true friendship evolving to true love. Marliss Melton is a delightful new author and I for one am anxiously awaiting her next work.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    fine SEAL romantic suspense

    US Navy JAG Captain Bartholomew Garret runs a tight ship at home expecting his wife Sara to even alphabetize canned goods and his ten year son Kendel to be quiet when he is at home. When Kendel plays his music loud, an angry Bartholomew strangles to death his son¿s pet rabbit. Sara knows they must leave him before his mental abuse turns to physical abuse on them. --- Chief Petty Officer Chase McCaffrey relaxes at Ocean Naval Base following completion of his latest assignment as a SEAL sniper. He notices Sara sitting outside Garret¿s office as her husband expects her to wait all day for him until he finishes his work. He asks Sara to give a package to JAG Lieutenant Renault who is tied up in a meeting. Because he is leaving to check his newly inherited Oklahoma ranch, he calls Sara to verify she gave the package to Renault. She begs him to take her and Kendel to Oklahoma. Chase takes them to his ranch and gets them new IDs. As the adults fall in love and he mentors her son teaching him to whittle. A supremacist group that his late stepfather belonged to and Bartholomew make it unsafe for Sara and Kendel. --- Marliss Melton¿s latest SEAL romantic suspense is an exciting tale starring a fine lead couple and her likable son. The return of Hannah from IN THE DARK will be welcomed by readers who have not forgotten this strong FBI agent. Though Sara adapts too easily and Bartholomew has no redeeming qualities (one must wonder why the Navy let him obviously mentally abuse his wife), fans will enjoy this wonderful thriller. --- Harriet Klausner

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