Back in America following a disastrous mission in Afghanistan, lone survivor Cmdr. Joe Montgomery lives in a whiskey-induced haze, consumed with guilt over the death of his men. His neighbor, navy physical therapist Penny Price, helps him heal both mentally and physically, but she has demons of her own-namely Eric Tomlinson, former business partner of her murdered father. She's been receiving threatening phone calls she believes are tied to Tomlinson, and soon the unknown assailant makes Penny and her sister, Lia, his targets. Joe, looking for redemption, throws himself headfirst into the mystery, discovering love with Penny along the way. The latest in Melton's Navy SEALS series (after Time to Run) features a romance that sizzles, and a subplot involving Lia's own special SEAL works well. Unfortunately, Melton's mystery doesn't maintain the kind of suspense that keeps readers hunting for clues. (Aug.)Copyright 2007 Reed Business Information
Next to Dieby Marliss Melton
Penny Price dreads the sound of her ringing phone. She's convinced that the person barraging her with threatening calls is a man who got away with murder--her father's. Armed with evidence but branded a target, Penny's only salvation is the playboy nextdoor--Navy SEAL Lieutenant Commander Joe Montgomery. The sole survivor of the worst disaster in Special Forces history, Joe has been drowning his guilt in a potent mix of alcohol and isolation. Penny refuses to indulge his behavior and a tentative friendship begins, charged with desire. But as her father's killer sets his sights on Penny, all bets are off. The killer will do anything to protect his identity and Joe fears Penny is...NEXT TO DIE.
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Next To Die
By Marliss Melton
ForeverCopyright © 2004 Marliss Arruda
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Chapter OneThe chiming of Lieutenant Penelope Price's doorbell elicited a groan. She had just sunk onto her overstuffed couch to watch the six o'clock news while indulging in a slice of cheesecake. Penny's hands and feet ached. She deserved a little downtime, having worked extra hours at the naval hospital, seeing to her own patients plus those of the physical therapist on maternity leave.
"It better not be a salesman," she muttered, leaving the cheesecake on the coffee table. As she crossed her two-story foyer toward the front door, she tightened the sash on her velour bathrobe. Perhaps it was her neighbor, the Navy SEAL, back from his assignment and looking for his cat.
But the face peering through the door's glass oval wasn't that of the too-hot-to-handle Commander Joe Montgomery. It was Penny's twenty-four-year-old drama queen of a little sister, Ophelia.
"Hi," said Penny, braced for trouble. "What's up?" Crisp October air surged inside, bearing the scent of dried leaves.
"Um, I need to stay here a while," Ophelia answered, casting a nervous glance over her shoulder. "Can I park my car in your garage?"
Penny tucked a strand of copper hair behind one ear, deliberating. "You can't keep running to me every time you break up with a boyfriend, Lia," she chided.
"I'm not," Ophelia reassured her. "But I need to put my car in your garage, now. Please," she added.
It was the lack of theatrics that persuaded Penny to cooperate. "Okay," she agreed, flicking a glance at Lia's rustbucket of a ride. "Hold on a sec. I'll need to move some stuff first."
Moments later, the '91 Oldsmobile was parked snugly in the single-car garage and Ophelia stepped out of it, dragging a suitcase with her.
Penny eyed the suitcase with dismay, a sure sign that Lia had failed to pay her rent-again. "How long are you planning to stay?" she asked as the garage door rumbled shut behind them, leaving the sisters in darkness.
"I don't know," Ophelia admitted. "Let me tell you what happened, and you can decide for yourself."
Oh, dear, that didn't sound too promising. With concern pooling in her belly, Penny led the way through the laundry room into her hard-earned three-bedroom single-family home. It was supposed to be the house she would live in with her husband and babies, but, at twenty-nine, she still wasn't married, and if her sister kept landing on her doorstep, she might never lead a normal life again.
Ophelia dropped her suitcase in the foyer and headed toward the kitchen, wringing her hands as she went.
"I have leftovers if you're hungry," Penny offered, taking note of Lia's longer locks. Her hair was like Penny's, only layered, with a hint of whimsical bangs. While the elder sister dressed comfortably and sensibly, Ophelia liked to test the limits of fashion using sequins, tie-dye, lace, and beads.
"That's okay, I'm not hungry." But spying the opened box of cheesecake, she pounced on it, serving herself a giant slice.
"So what happened?" Penny prompted.
Ophelia ignored the question. "Hey, I didn't know you had a cat," she said, pointing her fork toward the family room.
Commander Montgomery's tomcat was crouched over Penny's dessert. "Felix!" she scolded, rushing over to scoop him up. "He's not mine. He belongs to my next-door neighbor."
"The Navy SEAL?" Lia's slender eyebrows shot up as she stuffed her mouth with another huge bite. "Are you sleeping with him?"
"Of course not," Penny answered, seeing through her sister's delay tactics. "He's on assignment somewhere. One of his girlfriends is supposed to be pet-sitting, but she's unpredictable and Felix likes to eat-don't you, big boy?" She scratched the cat's broad head. "Now can we get to the point of your visit?" she demanded.
Ophelia's shoulders drooped. She put her plate abruptly on the counter, pushing it away. "Well, first of all, the tourists have gone home, and I'm not making much money waitressing."
"Right," said Penny, who had advised Lia to get a real job when this same thing happened last year.
"But that's not the only thing," her little sister added with a miserable sigh.
Penny thought of the worst possible scenario. "I hope this has nothing to do with Daddy's journal," she pleaded.
"I'm afraid it does," Ophelia admitted in a small voice.
"Oh, no. What did you do?"
"I called Eric," Lia admitted, begging Penny with her pretty turquoise eyes to understand. "I was pissed. I wanted answers."
"What did you say to him?" Penny asked, clasping the cat more firmly, furious that her sister might have blown their chance to seek justice.
"I asked him how he slept at night, okay? I didn't accuse him of stealing the ricin or murdering Dad."
"And what did he say?"
"Nothing. He couldn't say anything. You know how he talks. He started stuttering and stammering, and-believe me-his stutter is even worse when he's nervous, and he wouldn't be that nervous unless he was scared."
Penny regarded her sister over Felix's twitching ears. "Did he threaten you?" She didn't know whether to slap her sister or comfort her. "Is that why you hid your car in my garage?"
"I told you. He can't even talk. He just breathes into the phone."
"Breathes? You make it sound like you've talked more than once."
Lia swallowed visibly. "He's called a few times since then. But like I said, he doesn't say anything."
Penny shivered as she caught a whiff of Ophelia's apprehension. "Oh, boy," she murmured. Lia had taken their discovery to a whole new level, and now she was paying for it.
"I'm sorry," her little sister added, with uncharacteristic humility. "I don't know what made me call him. I was just so upset."
Penny's worry subsided into pity. "I understand, honey. I was upset, too." She considered their options. "Well, I guess it's not going to change anything for Eric to know that we're onto him. Unless he disappears between now and then, the FBI will still be able to arrest him."
"Have you shown them Daddy's journal yet?"
"No, I have an appointment on Thursday."
"Oh, good," said Lia, rubbing her arms as if chilled.
"I'm glad you're moving in with me for a while," Penny decided suddenly. "We're better off sticking together on this." She didn't like the thought of Ophelia being scared.
Lia sent her a grateful smile.
Over Felix's purrs, Penny overheard the newscaster mention something in the news about Navy SEALs. She turned her attention to the television, hushing whatever Lia was about to say.
"... northeastern Afghanistan, the worst disaster inSpecial Forces history," the female anchor was saying. "Known casualties include the sixteen men aboard the Chinook helicopter and three SEALs found dead nearby. Taliban leaders claim to have beheaded the fourth SEAL. An unprecedented search continues, despite those claims. The identity of the missing SEAL has not been released."
As the anchor moved to a bombing in neighboring Iraq, Penny directed her gaze out her window to her neighbor's dark, empty home, and her heart constricted with empathy. She wondered if Commander Montgomery knew any of the casualties personally. The Special Forces community was especially tight-knit.
"Do you think your neighbor was involved?" Ophelia asked, following her gaze.
"No," Penny answered definitively. "He's a high-ranking officer. He'd never be out in the field. But he probably knew a lot of those men," she added, aware that the tragedy would have touched him deeply. When a neighbor had returned from Iraq half-paralyzed last year, the SEAL built a handicap ramp and organized hospital transportation for the man. He was considerate like that.
He was also six feet three inches of sculpted muscles, with sun-streaked hair and khaki green eyes. Penny'd had a crush on him for years, but with gorgeous women jumping in and out of his hot tub with him, she knew she never stood a chance. Besides, he'd scarcely even spoken to her, except in polite greeting.
He had no idea that she cared for his cat and kept his front yard tidy while he was out playing commando.
With a hidden sigh, she retrieved her half-eaten cheesecake and carried it to the kitchen. "I'd better go to bed," she announced, rinsing the plate and sticking it in the dishwasher. "I have to get up early for work," she added. "I think you'll find everything you need upstairs."
"Thanks," said Lia, who'd flopped into the recliner and was flipping through channels.
As Penny slipped into bed minutes later, she remembered the nineteen men who'd lost their lives. As a lieutenant in the United States Navy and a proud patriot herself, her heart ached for them and their loved ones. She considered the commando still missing. Let him be alive, she prayed.
Then, as her mind had a habit of doing, she conjured an image of her awe-inspiring neighbor. His first name was Joseph; she'd overheard his friends call him Monty. But to her, he was more of a Mighty Joe. Given the concern he'd shown the injured vet last year, she just knew that Mighty Joe was taking this tragedy very personally, and she wished with all her heart that she could comfort him.
I'm going to die here, Joe thought, collapsing in the meager shade afforded by a rock overhang.
He panted, hungry for oxygen to feed his fast-beating heart. Near the height of this mountain chain, fourteen thousand feet above sea level, the air was terribly thin. It was warm by day, but at night the temperatures plummeted, leaving him shivering in his dust-covered uniform.
The relentless wind chapped his lips and stung the burn on his cheek. His mouth was so parched that his tongue had swelled. If he didn't find water soon, he'd have to steal it from the soldiers hounding him. And wouldn't that be fun?
The escape-and-evasion plan was weak, another oversight of this botched mission. Joe would have been better off slipping through enemy lines to reach coalition forces than he was penetrating the Hindu Kush to seek the E & E extraction point. For four endless days, he'd been chased by guerillas familiar with the terrain. And all he'd had to eat in that time was a lizard, caught basking on a rock.
He'd come so close, so many times, to being caught. But the fear of death-especially death by beheading, which the Taliban were notorious for-kept him moving, to no avail. The extraction point remained elusive.
He was stuck in a death trap where nothing made sense. How could everything have gone so wrong so quickly? Why couldn't he find his way out of this labyrinth of terror?
The sound of distant bombing was his only connection to reality. The Americans were retaliating.
Then a remote-controlled drone darted past him, diving down into a valley. It was searching for him, he realized, shedding tears of frustration.
There was no way to signal his location. Along with his floppy hat, he'd lost the glint tape he kept Velcroed to the underside of the brim. He'd ditched his infrared strobe when he'd ordered his squad to shuck their rucksacks. His E & E kit, with signal mirror, was lost when he fell four days ago. There was no other way on this barren mountainside to signal an SOS.
His only choice was to stay on the move or risk capture, but he'd driven himself to exhaustion. He lay in the scant shade afforded by the rock beside him, panting what might be his final breaths.
Was he turning delirious? He thought he heard voices, where before there was only the howl of the wind.
He tried to rouse himself, but he could scarcely crack an eye. As he pulled his knife free, it clattered from his clumsy fingers and rolled away.
Shit, he'd just given himself away.
The voices stopped talking. Cautious footsteps came closer.
Be merciful, God.
He struggled to his elbows.
Through bleary eyes, he blinked at the vision of two men, swathed in cream-colored robes and wearing turbans. Angels? he wondered, blinking to bring them into focus. But then he heard the bleating of sheep; no, they were herdsmen.
They approached him cautiously, conferring between themselves, casting glances all around. The only word Joe recognized was "Amerki," American.
One of them produced a knife and he flinched, expecting the worst. But it was his own knife, which they'd retrieved. The older of the two laid it on Joe's abdomen. The man reached under his robe for a goatskin canteen and offered it, his eyes watchful and concerned.
"Thank you," Joe managed to rasp. He lifted a hand to bear the canteen to his lips, but he was shaking too badly.
The stranger helped him. As Joe sipped the rejuvenating liquid, fighting the impulse to guzzle it, the older man said something to the younger. "Come," he added to Joe, urging him to sit up.
Joe hesitated. Who was to say these men wouldn't turn him over to the Taliban? As if sensing his distrust, the man said again, "Amerki."
Hope made Joe's extremities tingle. Maybe, just maybe, they were going to help.
Eric Tomlinson's persistence paid off. On his third visit to Ophelia Price's apartment, a German woman, with her hair in rollers, stuck her head out of the opposite apartment and demanded, "Vy do you knock every day on Lia's door ven you can see she isn't home?"
With a bead of cold sweat sliding from his temple to his jaw, Eric summoned a ghastly smile for her. "Do you know ... w-w-w-where she is?" he asked.
"Vy shoult I tell you?" the woman asked, running a wary eye over his gaunt frame.
"I have to ... t-t-talk to her." His body twitched with the effort needed to get the sentence out.
"No, I don't know vere she is," insisted the frau. She stepped back, intending to shut her door.
"Wait!" Eric threw himself across the breezeway, putting a shoulder against the door before she could fully close it. "You do know," he accused. He could see it in her fleshy face as she battled to push the door shut.
"Go away. She vent to stay vith her sister, okay? She vill haf friends stayink here. Dat's all I know!"
He stepped back suddenly, and the door slammed shut. Her sister? Ah, yes, Danny's Price's older daughter. Eric had preferred her over the impious Ophelia. But Sonja, his wife, had liked the younger daughter. Isn't she beautiful, she would say about her red-gold hair and turquoise eyes.
Yes, he would agree, but the older one is smart, like Danny.
Danny's insight had brought Eric to the brink of ruin five years ago. Danny'd died because of it, taking Eric's secret to the grave.
Or so Eric had hoped.
Ophelia Price seemed to know the truth. How do you sleep at night? she'd demanded of him.
He hadn't slept a wink since her call.
How could she have guessed, he agonized, unless Danny left a note, a clue, a message from the grave? It wouldn't take long for the elder sister to get the feds involved.
He would have to silence both of them, or they'd all be sorry.
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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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This book was good, i liked the chemistry between lia and vinny. The main characters didn't have as much chemistry to me. Lia made too much of a big deal about vinny's age as someone else commented. I didn't like that joe and penny took so long to get together, and I thought it was really tacky that penny almost had sex in joe's 'the man she's inlove with' hot tub, with someone else.
I loved the main character Penney, who is everything a real heroine should be, compassionate, caring, courageous and with a beautiful heart. Of course Joe, the hero is not perfect and at first fails to recognize what a gem Penney is. As with all her other novels lesser characters are part and parcel of the story and the reader knows they will have their own book.
Again, another great book by Marliss Melton. I do have to agree with a previous review that there did seem to be more chemistry between Lia and Vinny than there was between Joe and Penny. Still kept me hooked from the first page. Read Forget me Not, In the Dark and Time to Run before reading Next to Die.
I have enjoyed all her books and this one was the best so far!
Another good addition to the SEAL Team 12 series. Why did I give it a four? 1. Editing which is a problem with 90% of the books I¿ve read in the last few years. I need to apply for a job as a proof reader since no one else seems to be doing it. 2. Too much was made of the age difference between Vinny and Ophelia. She was FOUR years older than him, not fourteen! 3. Ophelia used her sexual appeal to get a job. 4. Not enough mystery. But am looking forward to the next book!
Penny and Lia Price thought they lost their father to an automobile accident but after reading his journal they are convinced that one of his work partners was killed him. Their father believed the person responsible is Eric because he needed money to take care of his very ill wife. Lia confronts Eric who warns her she better keep quiet. She moves into Penny¿s home as a safety precaution. Joe, a SEAL who lost his squad in Afghanistan is Penny¿s next door neighbor. She is attracted to him but he hardly even notices her as he is in pain physically and mentally from the wounds he received in combat. Penny, who is frightened that Eric will go after her, comes to Joe trying to help him as she is a physical therapist. The more time he spends with Penny the deeper his feelings grow for her. When Eric is murdered, they realize he was the puppet not the puppet master. When nothing happens to her, police protection is withdrawn and that is when the mastermind strikes. --- There are two romantic subplots in NEXT TO DIE Penny and Joe, and Lia with Vinny a SEAL who is four years younger than her. He challenges her as he woos her not realizing that she is in danger from a murderer. Readers will find him adorable and Lia spunky. Joe and Penny make a great pair as he allows her to heal him by giving him her warmth and he makes her feel wanted. There is a lot of action and suspense in Marliss Melton¿s latest romantic suspense, a work that is as exciting as at is heartwarmingly riveting. --- Harriet Klausner