It's a good thing Gabe Bristow lives and breathes the Navy SEAL credo, "the only easy day was yesterday," because today, his life is unrecognizable. When his prestigious career comes to a crashing halt, he's left with a bum leg and few prospects for employment that don't include a desk.
That is, until he's offered the chance to command a private hostage rescue team and free a wealthy American businessman from Colombian paramilitary rebels. It seems like a good dealuntil he meets his new team: a drunk Cajun linguist, a boy-genius CIA threat analyst, an FBI negotiator with mob ties, a cowboy medic, and an EOD expert as volatile as the bombs he defuses. Oh, and who could forget the sexy, frustratingly impulsive Audrey Van Amee? She's determined to help rescue her brotheror drive Gabe crazy. Whichever comes first.
As the death toll rises, Gabe's team of delinquents must figure out how to work together long enough to save the day. Or, at least, not get themselves killed. Because Gabe's finally found something worth living for, and God help him if he can't bring her brother back alive.
About the Author
Writing has always been Tonya Burrow's one true love. She wrote her first novel-length story in eighth grade and hasn't stopped since. She received a B.A. in creative writing from SUNY Oswego and is now working on a MFA in popular fiction at Seton Hill University.
She shares her life with two dogs and a ginormous cat in a small town in New York, but she suffers from a bad case of wanderlust and usually ends up moving someplace new every couple years. Luckily, her animals are all excellent travel buddies. When she's not writing, Tonya spends her time reading, painting, exploring new places, and enjoying time with her family.
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Seal of Honor
By Tonya Burrows, Heather Howland, Sue Winegardner
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God help him if he didn't make it to the airport by seven.
Bryson Van Amee checked his watch for the fourth time in as many minutes and frowned. Armando, his usual driver, was as prompt and reliable as the sunrise, and just as cheerful, which was why Bryson — who was not a morning person — always requested him.
Of all the days for him to be late.
Bryson tamped down a hot surge of fear-laced irritation. He had to meet his incoming cargo in Barranquilla and make a three p.m. appointment in Cartagena, and he did not want to piss off this particular client. Just thinking about it made him sweat. Yes, he should have known better than to dip his toes into the murky pool of the gray market, but with that first not-quite-legal gun shipment, he had jumped in with both feet. Now, as he sank into the deep abyss of the black market, where all manner of nasty predators lurked, he couldn't find a life vest. No wonder his heart had been acting up over the past several months.
He tapped his foot, checked his watch again, checked the street. A skinny tabby cat perched on the edge of a dumpster in the alley behind him, but there was no other soul around. Even the vendor that sold handmade knickknacks, who always set up his rollaway shop on the low stone wall across the street, hadn't made it out yet.
Bryson normally enjoyed that Colombian attitude of I'll get there when I get there. No mad dashes through morning traffic with a Starbucks cup sloshing mocha frappe crap all over his Porsche. For a man used to the impatient get-up-and-go of American cities, visiting the laid-back country of Colombia was always a nice change of pace.
Except when his driver was running late.
Another quick check of the watch, street, watch. Twenty minutes late. Damn, he should have bought Armando a cell phone last time he was in town. At least then, he would have been able to call and find out what the holdup was.
He reached into his pocket for his own phone. He hated to report Armando to the limo company when the man had been so good to him, but he needed another car. Now.
Just as he swiped away the photo of his wife and kids on the iPhone's screen, the phone rang and his sister's grinning face popped up on the display. Audrey.
He considered ignoring her call — but, God, what if she'd gotten herself into a mess again? He thumbed the answer button and her face filled the screen. Make-up free, her golden brown hair pulled back in a sloppy ponytail, she looked so much younger than her twenty-seven years.
"Hi, Brys," she said with a bright smile. She'd always been a disgustingly chipper morning person, even as a baby.
"Something wrong, sweetie?" he asked. "Are you okay? Do you need more money?"
"I'm fine." She rolled her eyes and raised a coffee mug to her mouth.
God, coffee. He'd forgotten to grab a cup in his rush to get out the door and his mouth watered for a taste.
"And I've told you a thousand times," Audrey added after taking a sip, "I don't need or want your money."
The hell she didn't need it. "You can't tell me you're making enough doing caricature sketches for tourists."
"Uh, well, no. I'm not doing caricatures anymore."
Bryson suppressed the groan rumbling inside his chest, took off his square-framed glasses, and rubbed his eyes. He loved his baby sister, he truly did, but dealing with her was tiring and not what he needed this early in the morning when he was stressing out about the missing —
Ah, there it is.
The shiny black limo rounded the corner at the top of the street and cruised to a stop in front of his apartment complex. Instead of short, balding Armando, a tall dark-haired man got out of the driver's seat.
"Señor Van Amee?"
"Just a minute, Audrey," he said before addressing the driver in Spanish, "What happened to Armando?"
"His son is very sick and had to go to the hospital. I apologize for the delay. It took some time to find a replacement," the driver answered, hustled around the car, and opened the back door. He wasn't dressed in a suit, but Armando didn't always wear one either. "I am Jacinto. I'll get you to the airport in no time."
The hairs on the back of his neck prickled. He'd used this limo company for years now and had never seen Jacinto before. "Are you new?"
"Just started, Señor."
Bryson shifted on his feet, checked his watch again. The idea of using a driver he hadn't screened made him itch but, dammit, what other choice did he have? Barring any morning traffic or an incident at the airport, he should still make both his appointments on time if he left right this very second.
He climbed into the limo.
"Audrey, you still there?" Bryson asked as the driver slid behind the wheel and put up the privacy partition. A moment later, the limo started with a purr and pulled away from the curb.
So maybe Jacinto would do just fine as a replacement. Professional, friendly, and discreet — all excellent qualities in a driver. If his background check came up clean, it wouldn't hurt to keep him in mind for the future in case another emergency cropped up with Armando's family.
Bryson made a mental note to find out which hospital Armando's son was at and send a get well gift. Or money if the family needed it.
"I'm here," Audrey said and reappeared on the screen. "Ran for a coffee refill. Are you busy?"
"On my way to a meeting."
"I won't keep you then. I just wanted to make sure you remembered my opening next weekend at Museo de Arte Contemporaneo. You said you'd come."
Uh-oh. Her art show in San José, Costa Rica. He'd forgotten all about it. He checked the schedule on his phone. Could possibly move a couple meetings around, but that would take a lot of shuffling just to indulge her and her silly hobbies. "I'm sorry, Audrey, but — "
She set her coffee mug on the table in front of her with a hard thunk. "Brys, you promised!"
"Sweetie, I have some very important business deals happening that weekend, none of which I can shove back, and I have to be in L.A. on Sunday morning for ..." He shook his head as his train of thought slid away. What was he saying?
Audrey. Paintings. Work.
It was an old argument, one he could have while gagged and blindfolded, and he settled on one of his pat responses since his mind was suddenly, strangely blurry. "If you want to stay in that condo, I need to work and that means meetings."
"Well, guess what?"
No, he really didn't want to guess. She had that petulant look on her face — drawn brows, a poked out lower lip. The same look that had gotten her anything she wanted as a child. The one that told him he would not like the next words out of her mouth.
"I don't live in the condo. Never did. I sold it the week after you left and gave the money to a charity. I gave your accountant the receipt for your taxes."
"You what?" Oh God, then where was she living? Hopefully not in another beach shack with no indoor plumbing. His parents would roll over in their graves if they knew their precious baby girl enjoyed living one minuscule step up above a homeless person.
"I told you I didn't want it in the first place," she continued. "I was happy in Quepos. I was happy in my little hut. Don't you get that?"
"No, I —" His vision blurred. He blinked a couple times and when that didn't clear away the fuzziness, he pressed his fingers into his eyelids. Boy, was he tired. All of his time zone hopping was catching up to him. Maybe he should ask Jacinto to stop somewhere for a cup of hot, bold Colombian coffee.
On second thought, if he drank some, he wouldn't be able to sleep on the short plane ride to Barranquilla. A nap hadn't been in his original plan — he intended to review contracts on the plane like he always did — but with the way he felt now, a nap was probably the best idea. Last thing he needed was to be sluggish around the people he was meeting this afternoon.
"Are you even listening to me?" Audrey said, and he blinked her blurry face into focus. Had — had she been talking? He opened his mouth to answer, but his tongue wouldn't wrap itself around her name.
Something was wrong. He tried again and only managed to croak out, "Aw-ree."
"Bryson?" Her tone sharpened with worry, but he could no longer make out her features on the little screen. "Are you okay?"
No. No, he was not okay, but when he tried to tell her, the words slurred off his lips and barely made sense to his own ears. Was he having a stroke? He was only forty-three, but it wasn't unheard of. Or an aneurysm? His head pounded and the inside of the limo spun around him. He'd had that scare last summer, a mini heart attack, and his doctors had warned him to slow it down a little. They said if a clot broke off, it could travel to his brain and —
"Aw-ree," he gasped and fumbled the phone in hands that felt as clumsy as catchers' mitts. It landed hard on the floor. He scrambled after it, clutched it like a lifeline. "Eh nee ... elp."
Jacinto. He had to get the driver's attention.
Gasping, dizzy, Bryson crawled across the soft leather seat and pounded a weak fist on the partition. The tinted window slid down, and at first, he thought he was hallucinating. Huge bug eyes stared back at him. Some sort of insect now drove the car and — no, not an insect. Jacinto was wearing a gas mask.
He collapsed face-first on the seat and turned his head to the side, staring through hazy eyes at the mini fridge across the car. He reached out a hand. Maybe there was something in there ... Something he could use to break out the window ... Something ...
Tranquilo," Jacinto said, his voice warped by the mask, but still as friendly as ever. Like he was talking about a fútbol game. Or the traffic. Or the weather. "Let it happen, Señor Van Amee. Go to sleep now. I won't hurt you. You're worth too much money."
* * *
DOMINICAL, COSTA RICA
Audrey watched her computer screen in horror as her brother's face went slack and his eyelids fluttered closed. The phone slipped out of his hand and sent her on a jarring ride to the floor of a limo. Or what she assumed to be a limo. She leaned closer to the screen, saw a curved ceiling, part of a black seat, and the toe of Bryson's Italian loafer.
Scrambling. A thump. The picture wobbled and she caught disjoined glimpses of his face, a mini-fridge, the seat, his face again.
"Aw-ree, eh nee ... elp"
Her heart thundered blood through her ears and she barely heard his mumbled whisper. She leaned closer. "What? What's wrong?"
His face slipped away and the picture tumbled into another jerky freefall. White shirt sleeve. Gold watch. White shirt sleeve. He must be crawling across the seat, still hanging onto the phone. And then —
Audrey leapt to her feet, her coffee splashing out of its mug, her chair crashing backward. Vaguely, she registered it knocking into her easel across the kitchen, heard the half-finished painting she'd been working on last night crash to the floor. But she didn't give a damn. Her whole world centered on the computer screen, where a tinted partition slid down and a man in a gas mask told her brother that he was worth too much money.
The screen blanked.
No. Audrey shook her head in denial and turned around in a slow circle. Her kitchen, with its eclectic mix of art and cooking supplies, looked exactly the same as it had when she woke up an hour ago. The coffee pot hissed as the last of the new pot brewed. Her dolphin-shaped cookie jar, which chirped like the dolphins that hung out by her dock when opened, grinned at her from the countertop. Sheet-wrapped paintings waited propped against the wall for their upcoming trip to San José.
All the same. And yet, she must have just stepped into a Twilight Zone episode.
She refocused on the computer screen. Skype had ended the call and now rested on her homepage with her list of contacts. Bryson's name sat at the top of the list.
She straightened her chair, sat down, and tried to call him. The ringtone buzzed. And buzzed. And buzzed.
No answer. Would she like to retry the call?
She blinked back the tears burning her eyes and jabbed yes.CHAPTER 2
Gabe Bristow never thought he'd live to see his own retirement party. Never thought he'd have a retirement party if he did live that long, but this black tie soiree was so typical of his mother. If Catherine Bristow couldn't find an excuse to entertain, she made one up. Wedding? Throw a party. Funeral? Throw a party. Global disaster? Throw a party in the bomb shelter. Personal disaster? Throw a party and invite the who's who of D.C. politics.
This forced medical retirement definitely qualified as a personal disaster in Gabe's book, so of course, every Tom, Dick, and Jane on Capitol Hill were arriving downstairs in their best monkey suits and gowns.
Standing in front of a mirror in his boyhood bedroom, Gabe straightened his cuffs and then just stared at his reflection. Man, he always figured the next time he wore all of his medals, he'd be in a casket wrapped in an American flag. He'd have preferred it that way. This whole retirement thing felt wrong on so many different levels.
"Oooh, bro, lookin' good. I do love a man in uniform."
Gabe lifted his gaze to see Rafael, his youngest brother, propped in the doorway, wearing a hot pink vest over a black shirt, black trousers with a pink satin stripe down the outer seams, and a pink and white striped tie. He carried a black wool jacket over his shoulder and wore a pair of dark shades against the afternoon sunshine. One bright pink highlight streaked his dark hair over his left eye.
Their parents would have a conniption when they saw Raffi today. God love him.
"You're trying to give the Admiral a heart attack, aren't you?"
Raffi waggled his brows. "That's the idea. Why else do you think I act so fabulous when he's around?" He stepped into the room and performed a quick turn, topped off with a fanciful flourish of his arms. "Like?"
"No, it looks ridiculous. And you're not doing yourself any favors by perpetuating this" — Gabe waved a hand to indicate the pink monstrosity of a tux — "stereotype whenever you come home."
"But it's so much fun to see that vein throb next to Dad's eye."
"Raf, c'mon, man. Drop the act. I know exactly how much his prejudice hurts you, and beating him over the head with a rainbow stick every time you see him won't make it any easier for him to accept you."
"I don't want that man's acceptance." His tone said he'd rather lick a platoon of combat boots clean than admit he needed anything from the Admiral. He pointed an accusing finger. "And neither should you."
"Stubborn," Gabe muttered.
"Hard ass." Raffi plopped down on the edge of the bed with a long-suffering sigh. "Dad raised his little sailor so well. It's sad."
"Hey, I like —" No. Past tense. He had to use past tense now. Gabe paused, drew a breath, and corrected himself, "Liked being on the teams."
"Okay, you liked it. Though God knows why anyone would like being a SEAL." Raffi propped his chin in his hand and lifted his brows in question. "So ... you're going into private soldiering, then?"
"Soldiering? Are you trying to insult me?"
"Soldiering, or sailor ... ing?" He waved a hand. "You know what I mean. Are you going into the private sector?"
Gabe stifled a groan. This again. He'd already told his best friend and former SEAL teammate, Travis Quinn, that he was not going merc. Several times. In fact, just about every day since the car accident that ended both of their careers last year. "Lemme guess. Quinn talked to you."
"Mm-hmm. A minute ago, downstairs. And let me just say, it's a damn shame that guy's straight."
This time Gabe did groan. "Raffi, man, I love you, but please don't talk about my friends like that. It puts pictures in my head and weirds me out."
"That's why I do it." He grinned. "Anyway, for some reason, Quinn thought I'd be able to talk some sense into you. As if anyone can talk ol' Stonewall Bristow into doing something he doesn't want to do."
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
The good, the bad, and why I did not finish SEAL of Honor….. Well the cover is nice, but that’s not what convinced me to read the romantic suspense novel, SEAL of Honor by Tonya Burrows. In actuality, the title caught my attention, because I love stories about Navy SEALs/ men in uniform. There were some characters that I loved and some characters such as Rafael that seemed a bit extraneous. He was Gabe’s flamboyant brother and direct opposite, but he wasn’t essential to the plot. As indicated in the synopsis, Audrey is “…determined to help rescue her brother.” However, her role in resolving her brother’s hostage situation was surreal. Audrey’s lies and presence appeared to be a bit of a distraction. Audrey and Gage would even become intimate at inopportune times when they should have been developing a plan of action. Yet their irrational behavior was kind of intriguing because it created harrowing situations that called for action. Although, the action fell flat at times because Gage did not always make the best use of his weapons. When they came under attack and he had fair warning, I couldn’t understand why he wasn’t prepared to fight. As for Audrey, she was too afraid to hurt anyone in the beginning and she had to deal with inner conflicts prior to taking action. The adrenaline-charged action started after Gage was inspired to keep Audrey safe at all cost, but the high powered action was only short lived. Audrey was amusing when she thought that Gage was in trouble. The fire started burning in her, and she became creative with developing an unconventional weapon as she planned to defend her man or “stupid alpha male” (145). At this point, I still thought that the book was okay. However, when I arrived at page 216, I found some of the content distasteful, which influenced my decision to not finish the book. Rating-DNF The publisher provided me with an e-ARC of SEAL of Honor for an unbiased review, thank you.
Play hard, love harder! Very good and funny start to a new series. Throwing a bunch of alpha males together to make up a team of bad-asses and send them on dangerous missions is bound to have their fair share of problems: insubordination, egos, toeing the line, being disrespectful and not following orders. That alone already has me hooked on this series. Each member has their own unique story and temperament. I can’t wait to discover more about each one of them. But let us start with the fearless leader, Gabe. Oh, I do love that name. Gabe was a Navy SEAL until a car accident forced him into medical retirement. Being a SEAL was his life. He lived and breathed it. The prospect of taking on a desk job at the Pentagon thanks to his father, the Admiral, has him sweating bullets, until his friend Quinn talks him into taking on the job as a mercenary and the new leader of Hornet. Piece of cake, right? Not exactly. Getting a bunch of strangers together to form a team and trust one another while making it clear that he’s in charge is just the beginning of his problems. His new team only has days to rescue kidnapped businessman, Bryson Van Amee. When it rains, it pours. Gabe never expected that he’d be dragging a civilian along in the form of a spunky and sexy Southern Belle package – Audrey Van Amee. Audrey is a struggling artist living in Costa Rica. She witnessed her brother’s kidnapping during their Skype session and ultimately headed to Bogota to do some reconnaissance of her own. Lucky for her that she bumped into the good guys first. How convenient that the team only had one member fluent in Spanish, and she was the other option. Naturally the impulsive, free-spirited, flighty, mouthy and capricious Audrey got paired with the leader who was so stiff (pun intended) that it would take all her feminine wiles to get him to cut loose a little. It didn’t take long before they were captured by a bunch of guerrillas, and Audrey got to see up close and personal just what it took to survive in the wild. It’s kill or be killed. But she let Gabe handle that part because her mama taught her that “violence breeds violence”. I half expected Gabe to say to her “If you want to live, do as I say”, but he never did. Instead he went soft when the water works came. I liked irritatingly adorable Audrey. I enjoyed her mouthy comebacks and her spunky attitude when it came to calling Gabe on his BS. I’m a straight-shooter like her in many ways, so I identified with that side of her. What I didn’t like about her was her tendency to be incredibly naive of the dangerous situations they found themselves in and how gullible she was in certain areas. There were many instances I wanted to gag her. Little to no sense of self-preservation. Overall, I loved the plot and all the action. It was fast-paced and rarely slowed down except for the sexy times. This story is told from multiple POVs, but it made me feel more connected to the story and the goings on when I was allowed in their heads. The majority of the dialogues between Gabe and Audrey are pretty funny.. I definitely thought they had chemistry together, even if Gabe was the one trying to fight the attraction the whole time. I can’t wait for the next book to come out. I hope there will be more of the same action packed suspense, humor and, of course, romance. Rating 3.75 rounded up to 4. Disclaimer: I received a review copy from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
SEAL of Honor starts with an intense, pulse-pounding kidnapping scene that sets the pace for this action-packed novel of romantic suspense. Tonya Burrows draws you into her story of suspense with the ragtag members of a private hostage rescue team. The team members are from various government agencies—FBI and CIA—or have the skills needed to fill out the team. Leading this crew is Gabe Bristow, a former Navy SEAL. HORNET, as their team is called, takes on the mission of freeing kidnapped businessman Bryson Van Amee. The author realistically portrays these team members jockeying for position and respect with the other members, making me want to keep turning pages to see if these alpha males would figure out how to get along. While the team is trying to figure out where Bryson is being held, Gabe finds himself dealing with Bryson’s sister, Audrey. Gabe, a hardened military man, is attracted to Audrey from the instant he sees her. Audrey, to her dismay, is attracted to Gabe too. The sexual tension sizzles between these two characters while they are on the run. When Gabe and Audrey finally succumb to the heat that has been building between them, their bedroom scenes are downright steamy. If you are a fan of the KGI series by Maya Banks, then you will surely love SEAL of Honor and the men of HORNET! Both of these series contain similar elements that I just love—tight plots, strong heroines, and seriously delicious alpha male soldiers. By advancing multiple storylines and strongly developing the other members of HORNET, Burrows brilliantly sets the stage to highlight these personalities in future stories, creating the perfect beginning to what is sure to be thrilling page-turning series of romance and suspense. I cannot wait for the next adventure with the hot men of HORNET! I received an eBook copy from the publisher for purpose of an honest review for The Jeep Diva. I was not compensated for this review, and all conclusions are my own responsibility.
Could not connect with anything about this book..disjointed and farfetched.
This book seems to be lacking something. Although I really liked Audrey and Gabe as the main characters, the spark just wasn’t there. Also, I sure wouldn’t want to bet my life on this team to save me. It was an ok read, but nothing special.
## I enjoyed reading this book for the most part. The action and suspense were really good and I loved the banter between the teammates. What was lacking was the romance. Big time. I couldn't make myself like the heroine. Oh I tried, but to no avail. SPOILER ALERT: She kept throwing herself at the hero even after he kept telling her no. He leaves for a month without so much as a goodbye or a call and she instantly forgives him and bullies him into marriage. I found her to be way too needy.
Tonya Burrows is an awesome new voice in (Military) Romantic Suspense!! The story had me at word one and kept me on the edge of my seat with anticipation over what was going to happen next! It certainly lives up to the tag of being full of suspense and danger and of course romance! The characters are real and you can't help but love them all! They just "fit" together and work well together too! I'm really looking forward to more books to come!
All the cursing is unnecessary!!!!! I love SEALS stories and this one has a good story line, but all the cursing, bad language and disrespect is rediculous!!!!
Lots was happening in this book. Love the rag tag group sent to rescue a hostage. There are a lot of loss ends that I hope will be answered in this series. Mjw
I really enjoyed this book, because it was action-packed. Burrows takes readers on a suspenseful ride, as Gabe and his men try to rescue Bryson and stop the terrorists. Each of the men of HORNET were intriguing enough to keep me invested in reading this series. There’s the Cajun ladies man, a genius CIA analyst, an ex-FBI negotiator, medic, and crazy explosives expert. Not to mention Gabe’s best friend who’s currently operating a few cards short of a full deck. Throw in hot, artsy Audrey, and Gabe has his hands full. I recommend this book to readers of romance who love a great, suspenseful story, or anyone looking for some action. Though insta-love abounds, Gabe and Audrey are so endearing that you can’t help but root for them. Not to mention, all of the men of HORNET are smokin’ hot. Yes, there are descriptive sex scenes, but they fit the story, and aren’t gratuitous. However, though descriptive, the book isn’t some erotic romp through the jungle. Burrows writes complex characters, and her world building is fantastic. I can almost take the empanadas, and feel the warm tropical breeze. Overall, I give Seal of Honor two thumbs up!
Keeps you engaged the whole way through.
J: The ending is a bit too drawn out and there is way, way too much romance. But still this is a pretty good story with lots of excitement and suspense.
Loved this book. gr8 start to new series. These guys are so interesting. This is the first book by Ms. Burrows 4 me & I was VERY impressed. Can't wait 4 next in series. Highly recommended!
I enjoyed this book, as I do all military stories...keep them coming..
Good read. Some parts seemed to drag on, but the storyline was good.
This is Book #1....in a series. I have read several books about Navy Seals. I really enjoyed this one. It had everything I like, Romance, adventure, suspense. And it kept me interested in wanting more. I had to find out who was responsible for the kidnapping of Bryson Van Amee. A rag-tag group of men come together to form a team. These men were former military men. One was a former FBI agent. If you read the other reviews you will get more information Gabe is a retired Seal. Due to an injury he sustained in a car acciden he could not remain a Seal.. His father is an Admiral, and wants Gabe to take a job in D.C. But he had enough of his father trying to lead his life. He has a brother who wants to be on Broadway, and admits to being Gay. That doesn't make the Admiral happy. Gabe gets an offer to head up this newly formed team. Gabe goes to work for a Private Company. They form a team and name them selves Hornets. They are sent to South America to bring back a wealthy business man who is being held for ransom. You will laugh and you may even cry, but you won't want to put this book down. I can't wait for Book # 2 to come out.
Great book........action, suspense, romance......what's not to like? Loved the characters and their individual personalities. Will buy more of this author.
Really enjoyed the story. LOVED the characters. Lots of suspense. Looking forward to reading the next in the series.
Very enjoyable read. So glad I found the author. Looking foward to the next Hornet novel and any other works she has.
SEAL of Honor is book one in the HORNET series by Tonya Burrows. Equally hot and exciting, there’s not a dull moment to be found in this book. Gabe Bristow is disgruntled and trying to figure out where to go with his life now that a car accident left him unfit for duty as a SEAL. Reluctantly he agrees to a private sector job in a unit that’s just starting up, and the team find themselves under a trial by fire when they are called in to rescue a hostage in Colombia. The victim’s sister, Audrey Van Amee, is at her brother’s apartment in Colombia searching for clues herself when both Gabe’s team and the villains show up at the same time. Gabe and Audrey end up separated from his team and on the run from different guerilla factions. The bullets fly as fast as the heat flashes up between Audrey and Gabe. It was refreshing to have a heroine who was not military or law enforcement but managed to take care of herself and the hero as well. That’s not to say she didn’t make mistakes, but she and Gabe were pretty evenly split on taking care of one another. If you like your romances filled with action and suspense and surprise twists at the end, pick up SEAL of Honor. ARC provided by publisher in exchange for an honest review.