The Admiral's Bride

The Admiral's Bride

by Suzanne Brockmann

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His Mission
When six canisters of a lethal nerve agent are stolen from a military testing lab, Admiral Jake Robinson must recover the chemicals — by any means necessary. He defies convention and decides to infiltrate the compound where religious fanatics have stored the deadly toxin.

His Partner
Dr. Zoe Lange is a biological warfare specialist and an expert in espionage. Zoe agrees to assist Jake on the case, and, posing as husband and wife, they manage to gain access to the compound. But Jake fears his instant attraction to Zoe might compromise the mission.

His Crisis
Their marriage may be a hoax, but Jake's growing feelings for Zoe are anything but make-believe. With each hour he's in Zoe's company, the stakes get higher, the game more real. And the dangers within the compound escalate out of control.

Now everything is on the line.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781460399569
Publisher: Harlequin
Publication date: 06/27/2016
Series: Tall, Dark and Dangerous Series
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 304,216
File size: 493 KB

About the Author

Suzanne Brockmann is an award-winning author of more than fifty books and is widely recognized as one of the leading voices in romantic suspense. Her work has earned her repeated appearances on the New York Times bestseller list, as well as numerous awards, including Romance Writers of America’s #1 Favorite Book of the Year and two RITA awards. Suzanne divides her time between Siesta Key and Boston. Visit her at


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The Admiral's Bride

By Suzanne Brockmann


Copyright © 2006 Suzanne Brockmann
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0778322912

Washington, D.C., today

The Pentagon.

Dr. Zoe Lange gazed out the window of the limo as the driver pulled up to the Pentagon.


She was way underdressed.

Her boss, Patrick Sullivan, had told her only that she was a candidate for an important and potentially long-term assignment. Zoe had figured that appropriate dress for such a meeting meant comfortable — blue jeans, running shoes, a T-shirt with a little blue flower print, and hardly any makeup. She was who she was, after all. If she were going to join a long-term mission, everyone might as well know exactly what to expect right from the start.

She didn't dress up unless she had to.

Unless she were going someplace like, oh, say, the Pentagon.

If she'd known she was coming to the Pentagon, she would have put on her skintight black cat suit, her three-inch heels, dark red lipstick and worn her long blond hair in some kind of fancy French braid, rather than this high-school cheerleader ponytail she was wearing. Because men in the military tended to think female agents who looked like Emma Peel or one of James Bond's babes could hold their own when the going got tough. But little blue flowers, nuh-uh. Little blue flowers meant they'd have to hand her hankies to mop her frightened tears. Never mind thefact that little blue flowers didn't compromise her ability to run hard and fast, the way three-inch heels did.

Well, okay. She was here now. The little blue flowers were going to have to do.

She put on her sunglasses and picked up her oversize handbag that doubled as a briefcase and let herself be escorted by the guards into the building, through all the security checkpoints and into a waiting elevator.

Down. They headed down, further even than the B that marked the basement floor. Even though no more letters or numbers flashed on the display over the door, they kept sinking. What could possibly be this far down besides hell?

Zoe smiled tightly at the idea of being summoned for a meeting with the devil himself. In her line of business, it was entirely possible. She just hadn't expected to meet him here in D.C.

Finally the elevator stopped and the doors opened with a subdued chime.

The hallway was a clean off-white and very bright, not the dimly lit, smoky magentas and red-oranges of hell. The guards waiting for her outside didn't carry pitchforks. Instead they wore naval uniforms. Navy, huh? Hmm, wasn't that interesting?

U.S. Navy Lieutenant Clones One and Two led her down that nondescript corridor, through countless doors that opened and closed automatically. Maxwell Smart would've been right at home.

"Where are we heading, boys?" Zoe asked. "To the Cone of Silence?"

One of the lieutenants looked back at her blankly, either too young or too serious to have seen all those late night Get Smart reruns she'd watched as a kid.

But as they stopped at an unmarked doorway, Zoe realized her joking question had been right on the mark. The door was ridiculously thick, reinforced with steel, layered with everything else — lead included, no doubt — that would render the room within completely spy-proof. No infrared satellites could look through these walls and see who was inside. No high-powered microphones could listen in. Nothing that was said inside could be recorded or overheard.

It was, indeed, the equivalent of Maxwell Smart's Cone of Silence.

The outer door — and it was only the first of three she passed through — closed with a thunk, followed by the second. The third door was like a hatch on a ship — she had to step over a rim to get inside. It, too, was sealed tightly behind her.

Apparently, she was the last to arrive.

The inner chamber was not a big room. It was barely sixteen by thirteen, and it was filled with men. Big men, wearing gleaming white naval dress uniforms. The glare was intense. Zoe resisted the urge to pull her sunglasses down from where she'd pushed them atop her head as they all turned to look at her, as they all rose to their feet in a unison display of chivalry.

She looked at them, scanning their faces, looking for someone, anyone familiar. The best she could do was count heads — fourteen — and sort through the various ranks on their uniforms.

"Please," she said, with her best professional smile.

"Gentlemen. No need to stand on my account."

There were two enlisted men, four lieutenants, one senior chief, two commanders, a captain, a rear admiral lower grade and three — count 'em, three — full-grade admirals, complete with scrambled eggs on the hats that were on the table in front of them.

Seven of the men were active-duty SEALs. Two of the admirals wore budweisers, as well — the SEAL pin with an anchor and an eagle in flight gripping Poseidon's pitchfork in one talon and a stylized gun in the other — which meant they'd been SEALs at one time during their long military careers.

One of the SEALs — a blond lieutenant with an even, white-toothed smile and a much too handsome face, who looked as if he might've come straight from the set of Baywatch — pulled out a chair for her. Nodding her thanks, she sat next to him.

"Name's Luke O'Donlon," he whispered, holding out his hand.

She shook it quickly, absently, smiling briefly at both O'Donlon and the SEAL on her other side, an enormous African-American man with a shaved head, a diamond stud in his left ear, and a wide gold wedding band on his ring finger. As she set her bag down in front of her, her attention was held by the men on the other side of the big table.

Three admirals. Holy Mike. Whatever this assignment was, it required this spy-proof room and three full-grade admirals to launch it.

The admiral without the budweiser had snow-white hair and a face set in a permanent expression of disgust — as if he carried bad fish in his inside jacket pocket. Stonegate, that was his name. Zoe recognized him from his newspaper picture. He was always showing up in The Washington Post. He was part politician, something she didn't quite approve of in a man of his rank and standing.

Beside her, O'Donlon cleared his throat and gave her his most winsome smile. He was just too cute, and he knew it, too. "I'm sorry, miss, I didn't catch your name."

"I'm afraid that info's need-to-know," she whispered back, "and probably beyond your security clearance level. Sorry, sailor."

The senior chief next to her overheard and deftly covered his laughter with a cough.

The admiral who had reclaimed his seat next to Stonegate had a thick head of salt and pepper hair. Admiral Mac Forrest. Definitely a cool guy. She'd met him at least twice in the Middle East, the last time just a few months ago. He nodded and smiled as she met his eyes.

The admiral on Mac's left — the man directly across the table from her — was still standing, his face hidden as he quickly rifled through a file. "Now that we're all here," he said, "why don't we get started."

He looked up then, and Zoe found herself looking into eyes that were amazingly, impossibly blue, into a face she would've recognized anywhere.

Jake Robinson.

The one and only Admiral Jake Robinson.

Zoe knew he was in his early fifties — he had to be unless he'd performed his heroics in Vietnam as a twelve-year-old. Still, his hair was thick and dark, and the lines around his eyes and mouth only served to give his handsome face strength and maturity.

And handsome was a complete understatement. Jake Robinson was way beyond handsome. He needed a completely new word invented to describe the sheer beauty of his face. His mouth was elegant, gracefully shaped and ready to quirk up into a smile. His nose was masculine perfection, his cheekbones exquisite, his forehead strong. His chin was just the right amount of stubborn, his jawline still sharp.

Lieutenant Cutie-Pie sitting next to her — now he was merely handsome. Jake Robinson, on the other hand, was the Real Deal.

He was looking around the table, quickly making introductions that Zoe knew were mostly for her benefit. Everyone else here knew each other. She tried to listen. The two enlisted SEALs were Skelly and Taylor. One was built like a pro football linebacker, the other looked like Popeye the sailor man. Which was which, she didn't have a clue. The African-American senior chief was named Becker. She'd met O'Donlon. Hawken, Shaw, Jones. Try as she might to memorize names, to attach them permanently to faces, she couldn't do it.

She was too busy flashing hot and cold.

Jake Robinson.

Great glorious God, she was being given a chance to work a long-term assignment under the command of a living legend. His exploits nearly thirty years ago in Vietnam were legendary — along with his more recent creation of the Gray Group. Robinson's Gray Group was so highly classified, so top secret, she could only guess the type of assignments he handed out. But she could guess. Dangerous. Covert. Intensely important to national security.

And she was going to be part of one.

Zoe's heart was pounding as if she had just run five miles. She took a deep breath, calming herself as the admiral introduced her to the rest of the room. By the time fourteen pairs of very male eyes focused on her, she was completely back in control. Calm. Cool. Collected. Positively serene.

Except thirteen of those fourteen pairs of very male eyes didn't seem to notice how absolutely serene she was. Instead, they all focused on her ponytail and her little blue flowers. She could read their speculation quite clearly. She was the secretary, right? Sent in to take notes while the big strong men talked.

Guess again, boys. "Dr. Zoe Lange is one of the top experts in the country — possibly in the world — in biological and chemical weapons," Jake Robinson told them in his husky baritone voice.

Around the room, eyebrows went up. Zoe could almost smell the skepticism. Across the table, the admiral's eyes were sparkling with amusement. Clearly, the skepticism's stench was strong enough for him to smell it, as well.

"Dr. Lange works for Pat Sullivan," he added matter-of-factly, and the mood in the room instantly changed. The Agency. He didn't even need to say the name of the organization. They all knew what it was — and what she did for a living. Admiral Robinson had known exactly what to say to make them all sit up and take notice of her, little blue flowers or not. She sent him a smile of thanks.

"I truly appreciate your being able to join us here today, Doctor." The admiral smiled at her, and it was all Zoe could do not to melt at his feet.

It was true. Everything she'd ever read or heard about Jake Robinson's smile was absolutely true. It was warm and genuine. It was completely inclusive. It lit him from within, made his eyes even more blue. It made her want to follow him anywhere. Anywhere.

"It's my pleasure, Admiral," she murmured. "I'm honored that you invited me. I hope I can be of assistance."

"Actually —" his face sobered " — it's unfortunate that we need your assistance." He looked around the table, all amusement gone from his eyes. "Two weeks ago, there was a break-in at the Arches military testing lab just outside of Boulder, Colorado."

Zoe stopped watching the man's eyes and started paying attention to his words. A break-in. At Arches. Holy Mike.


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Admiral's Bride (Tall, Dark and Dangerous Series #7) 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 70 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was a great book that proves age doesnt matter... just make sure you read Hawkens Heart first so you get to know the admirals dead wife!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If you like reading a book where the man is strong but inside unsure because of a past love and the cold world he's come to know, you'll love Jake. He's a man who loves deeply and will only give his heart a second time when he knows it will be accepted and cherished as he plans to do. There is action, suspense and a touch of gentle sweetness you wouldn't expect to find in a military - do or die novel. Trust me, you'll fall in Love with Jake and read his story time and time again. It's one of my favorites.
jjmcgaffey on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I do love Brockmann. I actually hadn't read this one - I think I've read all the other SEAL Team Ten stories. Excellent - no giving up her career or his to make them fit, though considerable problems with his protectiveness and her drive. The rest of the team were pretty much background - but rich background with parts to play. I was trying to figure out when this was - after Hawken's Heart and before Get Lucky. Can't tell about Cowboy.
twylyghtbay on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book was longer and more detailed than most of the prior TDD series. The Admiral is a strong, self-confident determined former Navy Seal. Dr. Zoe Lange is much younger and idolizes the Admiral. She slowly gets to know the man and not the idol. The Admiral slowly realized that he is 50, not 90 and has a great deal of life left. They have to learn to depend on each other and work together. Their lives depend on it. Lots of action.
dianaleez on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
An early Brockmann - a quick easy read.
ZosiaCanberra on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I don¿t love all of the books in Suzanne Brockmann¿s earlier Navy SEALs series, but this one is great. The relationship and the suspense plot develop because of each other, and everything unfolds at the same time, the relationship moving the suspense forward, and the suspense moving the relationship forward. It was just so good. This is an unconventional romance to say the least. Jake, the hero, is fifty-three, while Zoe, the heroine, is twenty-nine. Jake is an admiral in the navy - a former SEAL - and a Vietnam War hero. He saved Zoe¿s father all those years ago, back before Zoe was even born. Brockmann does unconventional romance very well, and this was a wonderful story, and certainly not focused solely on the age difference. Zoe is brought into the SEAL team when canisters of a dangerous substance are stolen and being held by a cult leader. Zoe is one intelligent lady, and she¿s needed to help the navy guys locate and destroy the substance before it is used to attack Americans. In order to get into the cult Jake and Zoe must stage a relationship and then a marriage. Of course they are already attracted to each other so not a lot of acting is needed. Not all of the books in the Tall Dark and Dangerous series work, because the suspense is not always at the forefront of the story. This book deals with the question of how much you are willing to do - how far you are willing to go - in order to stop terrorists. Is it okay to sleep with someone you hate in exchange for information to help others? How far should Jake let Zoe go to get the job done? The decisions of both lead characters tell a lot about their feelings for each other. I did have a problem with one aspect of the story, but that¿s because the book was written in the Nineties, and also because of a personal reason. The hero, Jake, fought in the Vietnam War, and this is mentioned quite often. My father fought in Vietnam in the late Sixties, putting him over there the same time as Jake. It was extremely difficult for me to picture the hero as anything other than one of my father¿s aged war friends! I had to keep reminding myself the book took place more than a decade ago, and also not to picture any of the men I know! Everything worked so well in The Admiral¿s Bride. I loved the plot, the characters, and how heroes of other books in the series were there because they were necessary to the story. I didn¿t expect to like the relationship, but I really, really loved it. The suspense aspect had the potential to be hokey, but turned out to be very well done. A definite five star read for me.
reneebooks on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I don't particularly like older man/younger woman stories especially if the age difference is more than 18+ years. My first thought is that the hero is old enough to be the heroine's father and that's just icky. In TAB the age difference is 20+ years and was probably the worst aspect of the book for me. But Admiral Jake Robinson was a terrific hero. The first chapter was a flashback to one of his many heroic deeds from the Vietnam War and was a grippingly realistic account and a great way for the reader to get to know and love the hero. Now 52, Jake is a widower whose wife died from cancer three year before. He leads a SEAL team in covert operations and is a fully fit hunk (think Harrison Ford). Zoe Lange is a scientist who specializes in biological weapons and also works in covert operations. Jake's repeated angst because of his concern over the age difference was rather tiring. There was a fake wedding between Jake and Zoe that was arranged in order to get her into the compound (and so they can have hot sex of course) where he is working undercover. It was a rather trite plot device that you find frequently in series romance (and which I secretly love). The suspense was pretty good with most of the action taking place at the end. All in all a readable book. I think I would have liked it better if the age gap had been much smaller. (Grade: B-)
sciezka on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Book 7 of the Tall, Dark and Dangerous series. This is about a May-December romance between an admiral and a doctor. It was refreshing to read a romance with an older, more mature man as the hero.
lynnm on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Probably my favorite category romance novel. I absolutely love the romance between Navy Admiral Jake Robinson - a man who, at 50 plus years, feels far too old to fall in love again - and Dr. Zoe Lange.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I guess this really was not my favorite of Suzanne s books but it did have the other wisecracking characters that likened it up. Just too much angst about the age thing and inner dialogue.
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Loved it
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beckymmoe More than 1 year ago
I really liked this one. Though the age difference between Jake and Zoe is disturbing on the outside (24 years, yikes!) it was dealt with in a believeable way, I thought. Jake's problems/issues with being able to move on without Daisy were also portrayed very realistically and well. Loved the theme of infiltrating a compound of crazies--reminded me of my favorite 80s television show. :-) Can't wait to read more in the series!
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