Teasing Her SEAL

Teasing Her SEAL

by Anne Marsh

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ISBN-13: 9780373798674
Publisher: Harlequin
Publication date: 09/15/2015
Series: Uniformly Hot!
Edition description: Original
Pages: 224
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 6.60(h) x 0.70(d)

About the Author



New York Times bestselling author Anne Marsh writes sexy contemporary and paranormal romances because the world can always enjoy one more alpha male. She started writing romance after getting laid off from her job as a technical writer—and quickly decided happily-ever-afters trumped software manuals. She lives in Northern California with her family and six cats.

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"Hungry?" The dancer gyrating in front of Lieutenant Commander Gray Jackson's table wasn't pushing burgers or chicken wings. She ran a hand down her body, highlighting various edible spots. Her costume—or lack thereof, because she rocked a barely there thong and a pair of four-inch Lucite heels—offered plenty to look at. It was a sad commentary on the state of Gray's sex life, however, that the skin show left him unmoved, without so much as a twitch from the boys.

"Darling, I'm always ready to eat." He ponied up the teasing words automatically, because his cover as a bad-boy biker required acting like a jerk. When he didn't follow up with a cash offer, the blonde pouted and moved on to the next table. Too bad, so sad.

The Born To Ride was a seedy dive bar popular with motorcycle gangs. On a mission to infiltrate the outlaw biker gang M-Breed and shut down their arms pipeline, Gray's squad had been deep undercover as potential recruits for the past six months. It was a scene Gray recognized all too well from his wilder, younger years. Dancers shimmied up and down poles on a raised platform to the banging pulse of the music, while the patrons knocked back beers and shots, broken up by the occasional bar fight or game of pool. This was not the kind of place a man took a date. The men here were interested in three things: drinking, drugs and dealing. Sex, when it happened, was quick, rough and accomplished in the alley or the bathroom stall. They were also, by and large, ex-military and patch-wearing members of M-Breed.

Gray fit right in, and only partly because he'd grown up tough and fighting. He'd ridden from an early age, joining a local biker gang with his cousins and chewing up the highway whenever he could fill a tank. He'd done more than his fair share of juvenile law-breaking and, if he hadn't enlisted in the US Navy when one of his cousins had, he'd have most likely ended up here, anyhow. Instead, he was a SEAL and active-duty military. If tonight's mission went well, they'd finally have M-Breed's lieutenants selling arms on tape. Lights out, show over, go directly to federal prison and serve ten to twenty. Both of the guys at Gray's table tonight were members of his team. Levi Brandon and Mason Black had his back and his six. Outside and down the street, Sam Nale and Remy Leveaux worked the tech detail, monitoring the wires Gray, Levi and Mason wore.

A fistfight broke out in a far corner of the bar, but the ruckus barely merited a second glance. If trouble headed in Gray's direction, the Glock tucked in his waistband had him covered. And, when he ran out of bullets, he had a pair of knives down his motorcycle boots and a length of chain in his jacket pocket. Add to that his two hands, and he didn't need more to kick ass in a fight. God, he hoped there was a fight tonight. He had energy to burn and then some. Fight for Uncle Sam, bust some heads in the names of freedom and democracy. He loved his job.

"Aww, I think you broke her heart," Levi drawled, eyeing the dancer's butt as she worked a new table.

"That's the way it goes."

Levi flipped Gray the bird, but the man was grinning, so his tender feelings were just fine. Unlike Gray. He had no idea when his sex drive had hung a left and disappeared, but casual sex left him cold now. The empty beer bottles lined up in front of him were as much window-dressing as the interest he'd briefly feigned in the female shimmying and shaking her way over to him. Which was kind of a shame. Two years ago he'd have enjoyed the attention, but now he was dead inside.

Mason tapped the table. "Company manners, boys. Our date just walked in the front door. He's not a pretty bitch, but then, neither are we."

Gray checked out the door and, sure enough, it was showtime. Spokes, M-Breed's second lieutenant, sauntered toward the bar, towing a petite blonde in his wake. The blonde was his old lady and Friday-night bar accessory, although how a crusty fifty-year-old man like Spokes had scored this fetching twentysomething was debatable. Cash or drugs—Gray would have laid money on one or both as the culprits. Spokes had gotten his name after stabbing a guy with a handful of motorcycle spokes in a chop shop. He'd done five years on a manslaughter rap before rejoining the gang. He was a mean bastard who preferred fists to words, as the rainbow of bruises on his old lady's arms attested.

Emily. Her name was Emily. Gray would damn well use her name, rather than the label that marked her as belonging to Spokes.

Spokes might not be parting with Emily, but he had agreed to sell Gray a trunkload of high-caliber automatic weaponry for bargain-basement pricing. AK-47s weren't the kind of firearms that should be available on the street, although Spokes clearly didn't give a crap about where his guns ended up.

"You want me to see if I can detach Spokes's arm candy?"

The fourth member of Gray's undercover team, Ashley Dixon, wasn't actually a SEAL—since the SEALs had yet to induct a female member. She'd been borrowed from the DEA to provide mission-critical cover, pretending to be Levi's girlfriend. She perched on the man's knee as if he were a chair, a skintight minidress skimming the tops of her thighs.

Gray's phone vibrated before he could answer Ashley, and he automatically pulled it out, checking the screen. Around him, Levi and Mason did the same. Yeah. From the disbelieving looks on their faces, he knew their phones were also flashing the code word to pull out.

What. The. Hell?

"You seeing what I'm seeing?" Maybe the alcohol fumes had finally done a number on his brain.

Levi nodded, looking pissed off. "We need to roll."

Fine. He'd fall back, but first he had a detour to make. "Detach Spokes's girlfriend. Get her out on the dance floor."

Ashley slid off Levi's lap. "I've got this."

Busy pounding tequila shots, Spokes didn't object when Ashley tugged the man's lady out onto the dance floor. Ashley bumped and spun, the hem of her cocktail dress inching its way up her muscled thighs. She dipped and worked her hips in an exaggerated shimmy, and her companion flashed a smile and followed suit. Ashley looked happy, and Gray didn't think it was an act. She enjoyed dancing and so she was seizing the moment. The awkward bump of her butt against her companion's had them both laughing.

Levi watched the pair, a frown on his face. "Where do you think she learned to dance like that?"

"Not at Saturday ballet class." She demonstrated a serious lack of rhythm and finesse, but her enthusiasm was contagious. Ashley had a life outside the DEA and her undercover work. He, on the other hand, was a SEAL. End of story. If he ever walked away from his team, he was nothing. A big, blank page of nothing. He didn't have any family he'd stayed in contact with, which he could only partially blame on his work for the government. Sure, he couldn't share the details—or anything much at all—about the covert missions, but he also hadn't tried.

Since his inner shrink had apparently decided to work overtime, he could admit that he was hollow inside, carting around a crater-sized hole that couldn't be filled by gunfights or the adrenaline rush of nailing a dangerous assignment. He'd tried the bar scene and the fight clubs, but the alcohol left him with a hangover, and the fight clubs gave him two broken ribs. Neither were long-term options, and at least he'd been smart enough to recognize that truth. Now he ran on empty. No love, no faith in anything but his guns and his guys, nothing to look forward to but the next time he shipped out and the next firefight.

Speaking of which, it was time to get this show on the road. Shoving to his feet, he headed toward the dance floor. His guys fell in behind him, ready to hump their asses onto a plane, fly down to Central America and take care of whatever it was that needed doing there. They were real fucking Musketeers, and that was the truth. They'd have his back, even on the dance floor, where way too many bodies did the bump and grind. Some of the dancers were pretty, others were not. He knew which category he fell into, although his face didn't stop hands and thighs from touching him in a way that was pure invitation. He was big. He had money. And in the world of the motorcycle gang, that put him at the top of the food chain until someone else knocked him down.

"Ladies." He inclined his head as he joined the dancing duo, and Ashley pulled him into her circle of two. Spokes's girlfriend gave him a quick once-over, looking nervous, and darted a glance over her shoulder. Spokes must not have protested, because she stayed put. They danced silently for a moment, the music pulsing around them and vibrating through the soles of his boots, and he almost got why Ashley liked this.

The bruises on the blonde's arms, however, were even more disturbing close-up. His own relationships might not last longer than a night, and he might need his sex raw and gritty, but hurting his partner was off-limits. No exceptions. Whether or not the US Government had enough to put the scumbag away for a few decades, the lady needed a breather. Unfortunately, while her tired eyes flitted between him and the man waiting for her at the bar, she showed no signs of heading for the door.

He put his mouth right up by her ear, making sure she had no excuse to not hear him over the pounding beat of the bar music. "Emily, you need to pick up and get the hell away from Spokes."

Maybe she tweaked or maybe Spokes's cash spoke louder than the man's charming personality. Either way, breaking Spokes's nose wouldn't get her to the door if she didn't want to leave. A woman had to want to walk, and she also had to be ready. He'd learned that firsthand when he'd been six. The trailer park where he'd grown up hadn't been big on personal space or privacy. When a man and a woman fought, the neighbors heard every word, every grunt, every slap of flesh on flesh. He slipped Emily a wad of cash. Money wasn't enough, but it was a start. She'd have to do the rest of the work herself. After a moment, she nodded and laid in a new course for the side door. With the cash, she'd have a chance, but only if she kept on walking and didn't return home where Spokes could find her.

Still, it was hard to turn away, towing Ashley with him as if he'd busted up the dance circle simply to collect her. It helped some that all hell broke loose behind them as two of the bar's patrons got into a fistfight that rapidly escalated to criminal property damage and felony assault and battery. He'd given up pretending that he minded the violence. Because truth was, violence came with the territory, and his team had ended more than one mission that way.

The Harleys he and his boys had parked outside were, hands down, the best perk of this particular mission, especially since it looked as if they wouldn't be taking Spokes down any other way tonight. Ashley had complained loud and long that she hadn't scored a bike of her own, but an independent ride didn't fit the biker girlfriend image.

Mason turned the ignition switch on and shifted his bike into neutral. "Where we headed?"

Gray rechecked his phone. "I've got one word for you. Belize.''''

"What's in Belize?" Levi kicked the starter hard, his bike firing to life.

It was a good question. Up until five minutes ago, Gray would have answered jungle, scrubland, historic ruins and some damned good fly-fishing. He might even have fantasized once or twice about buying a piece of land on one of those little sandy cays and putting up a house. Sitting out in all that blue, casting a line. He sighed. Whatever undercover op Uncle Sam needed them for now, it sure wouldn't involve a cold one and a fishing lure.

"Our next op. We're going undercover as resort staff at some place called Fantasy Island." He gunned the bike toward the highway. Another night, another mission, even if this one came with blue water and palm trees. Yeah. The odds of him passing as the employee of a five-star resort seemed low, but he went where he was sent, and he'd do what it took to get the job done. He'd never blown his cover yet.

Hooyah.

The seaplane lurched, and Laney Parker dug her nails out of her armrest. When she risked a glance out the window, she spotted nothing but Caribbean blue beneath them, the ocean's flat surface dotted with shadows from the clouds. The view was pretty, but missing any kind of landing zone whatsoever. She'd triaged a small plane crash her first year in the UCSF emergency room, and the injuries had been particularly horrific.

The plane bounced again, and she immediately reattached herself to the armrest. Although the odds of dying in a plane crash were low, it hadn't been her week for playing the odds. Her stomach rose halfway up her throat. She'd pass on the meet-and-greet with the ocean's surface. Leaning forward, she riffled through the seat pocket contents. The charter airline had stocked up on glossy magazines, but skimped on the barf bags. For the ridiculous price tag this week in the tropics had cost, she'd use the magazines if she had to. What was supposed to be a week of glamorous sex with her new husband by her side was most definitely not turning out as planned. Still, when the plane leveled out, she exhaled slowly. Maybe surviving the landing was in the cards, after all.

The sound of a cork popping and champagne fizzing had her head turning in time to catch the flash of a long-necked bottle out of the corner of her eye. Frankly, she wasn't sure how anyone could think of drinking so early in the morning—although it was definitely five o'clock somewhere. The woman who dropped into the seat opposite her, however, didn't look as if she cared about what the rest of the world thought. Ever. It was a good look, and one Laney needed to emulate. Screw it. That was her new motto, and she'd buy the T-shirt just as soon as she could.

Maybe Fantasy Island had a gift shop.

The woman had ink-black hair and an ear full of piercings that must have given the TSA fits. She'd paired the metal-head look with jeans, a ripped concert T-shirt from a band Laney had never heard of and a pair of military-issue combat boots. An audible, fist-pumping beat issued from her earbuds. Laney, on the other hand, sported her usual yoga wear from Target in practical black. Dark colors didn't show the blood, and since as a trauma surgeon, she tended to get called in whenever she wasn't actually already at the hospital, there was no point in not being comfortable or racking up a dry cleaning bill. In fact, now that she thought about it, her yoga pants were just about the only thing she owned that weren't hospital-blue or wedding-white. Right. So not going there.

Champagne dripped onto the carpet as her new seat-mate brandished a trio of flutes. Amusement sparkled in her eyes as she popped the earbuds out.

"Want some?"

Ten o'clock in the morning, Laney's brain volunteered. Wouldn't be prudent. Sure, partaking would be fun, but the careful habits of a lifetime were awfully hard to break.

Her hostess jiggled the bottle. "It's free."

Nothing was free. As Laney's credit card company had called to remind her yesterday.

"You look as if you could use a drink." Goth Princess leaned forward, revealing that she'd skipped a bra that morning. When she reached over to offer a flute to the third woman in the cabin, she followed the boob shoot with a flash of neon-green thong, which was way more than Laney needed to know about the woman's preferences in the underwear department.

"I'm good," she said.

Which was part of the problem, wasn't it?

When Laney didn't take the flute, the other woman curled up in her seat and grinned. "Two for me. Yay."

"If we're experiencing turbulence, you should probably buckle up." PSA…achieved.

Goth Princess shrugged and knocked back half the flute. "What's the worst that can happen?"

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Teasing Her SEAL 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 11 reviews.
Maria-Rose More than 1 year ago
Tropical resort? Sunlit days and moonlit nights? Handsome sexy hero who gives great ...massages? Check, check and check! This fun and sexy story gives Laney, a trauma surgeon seriously in need of some R&R just what she's looking for. After finding her fiance in a compromising position that resulted in the end of her engagement, a lost job, and no plans for the immediate future, she's going to enjoy what was supposed to be her honeymoon at an exclusive resort that caters to a variety of sexual fantasies along with the traditional fare. Her masseuse seems a bit too rugged and rough to have been working there for long - he's got that military air and the scars to prove that things haven't always been so easy for him. In point of fact though, Gray is at the resort undercover, hoping to catch a notorious drug dealer, the latest intel having him making a stop at the resort. A no strings attached fling is just what the doctor ordered (straight off the 'extra' menu) - until their connection gets to be a bit deeper than either expected. Now Gray's got to choose between keeping his cover or letting Laney in all the way. This one hit all the right notes for me, with its tropical setting, interesting characters and strong connection between them right from the start. I liked Laney as this down to earth gal, one who's no stranger to lies or danger from her position as an ER doc. She knows Gray's not quite on the up and up but it doesn't stop her from having a little fun with him on the side. They have great chemistry together and the sex scenes are fun and steamy. It's not long before Laney is drawn into the web of secrecy surrounding Gray's mission (her medical skills definitely come in handy). Gray's the one who it turns out has commitment issues, but he's soon got to pull his head out of the sand or he'll lose Laney for good. The whole plot comes together nicely and made for a fun and entertaining story. 4 stars.
AnyTime_ReaderSF More than 1 year ago
I was given a complimentary copy for an honest review by author Anne Marsh. Laney Parker had to get away from things because of an ex fiance cheating on her before the wedding so since she couldn't get a refund she went to Fantasy Island to forget. Gray Jackson is a Navy SEAL on assignment as a massage therapist on Fantasy Island. Things get sizzling hot when these 2 get together. Story line flow was a little shaky in parts but the characters were very good. This is for erotic book readers.
missalicia2013 More than 1 year ago
I received an advanced copy of this book in exchange for an honest review... Very inventive book!!!! I have never read a take on the Navy Seal's this way before. The Seal's are undercover at am exclusive resort. Fantasy Island is the name of the resort and the men are on the menu. You order them like drinks. Laney an un-newlywed. Who is here on her non honeymoon. Is looking for some action and is willing will a little encouragement from her new found friends. She is a big time doctor who has lost her job and is at loose ends for now. Gray the masseuse is exactly what she is looking for. She hopes he is on the menu. Her fantasies are hot and heavy. She may even lose her heart, however it turns out she gets more than what she bargained for when she ends up knee deep in an undercover mission.
Lashea677 More than 1 year ago
Character Chemistry: A Sex Appeal: A++++ Comic Relief: A- Story: B- Total Grade: B+ Teasing Her Seal supplies everything I expect from an Anne Marsh novel. It does Harlequin Blaze proud.
ArizonaJo More than 1 year ago
Teasing Her SEAL by Anne Marsh was a fun and hot read that I enjoyed thoroughly. Dr. Laney Parker is on her honeymoon alone after discovering her fiancee' with a nurse. She couldn't get a refund on the trip to Fantasy Island so she decided to go and enjoy it. I liked Laney because she was smart, loves being a trauma surgeon and totally in control most of the time. I also loved what she did to her cheating ex-fiancee'. No, I'm not telling you have to read the book. SEAL Lieutenant Commander Gray Jackson is on a covert mission. He's all Alpha male and his SEAL career is all that matters to him. He is smart, stubborn, loyal to his team and has integrity. His cover on Fantasy Island is a masseuse and Laney is his first client. The sparks start flying as soon as these two meet and only build throughout the story. Frankly, I don't know if SEALS would ever be assigned to this type of mission but when reading fiction I go with the premise the author has written and enjoy the ride. The plot is smoothly written and the SEAL action was believeable. The sexy fantasies between Laney and Gray were hot so I was fanning myself while enjoying the book. The secondary characters played a big part in this story and I hope that Anne is already busy writing their stories, too. I was given an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
gromine49 More than 1 year ago
Laney and Gray: Gray is one cool cucumber as a SEAL but also undercover, first at a nightclub and then at a place called Fantasy Island. Laney is a doctor who gets dumped by her fiance but she decides to go on the honeymoon, which is where? Fantasy Island. I always love Anne Marsh's books and this one doesn't disappoint. With a hot guy to help Laney act out her fantasies and trying to catch a drug kingpin, this story keeps you on the edge of your seat.
BooksAndSpoons More than 1 year ago
I absolutely love it, when story surprises me positively, like this one did. Here we have a story, that doesn't only have steaming hot, and I mean sizzling, fantasy filled romance, but also there's action and danger from the military opp the SEALs are on, there's medical emergencies, with the addition of fun, humor, and blazing hot massage at the resort. Gray is tough, rough, and grouchy commander of the team. He likes his motorcycle, he lives for his job, he doesn't do relationships, and he rather not do verbal communication cause he doesn't do it well. Laney is trauma surgeon, she likes order and planning, she is tough, rational and capable in her job, but sweet and accommodating in her personal life. Her ex fiance cheated on her, she is alone on her honeymoon, and in need of some wild, dirty, and racy fantasies. Gray and Laney are perfect together, because they are so much opposite, they make a perfect match for each other. The time together they have, is supposed to be temporary, but feelings rarely ask for permission to enter the picture. And when things get dangerous, when it is a matter of life and death, Laney and Gray don't have the chance to the goodbye they wanted. The story just pulled me in, it is hot, fun, and entertaining. Gray and Laney are not only sizzling hot, but there are tender, adorable elements to their road to happily ever after. The steps they have to take to get there, are clearly marked, and it is a joy to see them both having the a-ha moment, when they realize there's more in the play than just fantasies. And boy, does Gray learn how to communicate, also verbally... A completely swoon worthy speech, that he himself wished to have flash cards for. A delightful, sweet, and thrilling tale, a true treat! ~ Five Spoons
onlyminordetails More than 1 year ago
My Thoughts: I read Anne Marsh before and thought the story was very well done--especially the characters. When this one landed on my radar, I had to read it. Laney is on vacation while Gray is undercover. He's the massage therapist on staff to her, but he's working otherwise on a mission. He doesn't want to get involved with a civilian because he could risk their life in the process. However, when Laney and Gray give in to their desires, it's a lost cause. After an unfortunate accident, Laney discovers what Gray really is. Will what they have be over when their time is done on the island? Teasing Her SEAL is a hot and suspenseful read. It doesn't get too deep into the SEAL operations, which works very well for this romance. The side characters added to the story greatly. And Laney and Gray's connection was sexy and full of chemistry. Definitely a good story! My Rating: Very Good
BuckeyeAngel More than 1 year ago
Surgeon Laney Parker is supposed to be heading to her honeymoon, enjoying her new husband, and loving her job. The only thing still going for her is the trip to the island that her honeymoon is supposed to be on. She's newly single, just lost her job, broke, and basically will have to relocate her entire life. Gray Jackson is a SEAL whose undercover at Fantasy Island. The only thing he really lives for is the job...Until he sees Laney on the massage table. From the minute I started reading this book, I couldn't put it down until it was done. My heart totally went out to both of the main characters. I think the author made both of them perfectly and exactly what the other needed. It was a fast-paced book that left me wanting more introduced me to a number of characters that I'd love to read about. Excellent story and characters. I highly recommend it. **I received an ARC of this story in exchange for an honest review**
ButtonsMom2003 More than 1 year ago
Hot SEAL, woman done wrong, Fantasy Island? Check, check and check! Laney Parker and Gray Jackson (Gray) meet when he is undercover on Fantasy Island. The trip was supposed to be Laney’s honeymoon but her former fiancé cheated on her so she decided to take the trip alone. Normally a busy trauma surgeon, but now unemployed, Laney wants to just let go and enjoy herself; something she usually has trouble doing. Gray is undercover as a masseuse and Laney is really attracted to him. Rumors about the staff fulfilling any fantasy have her thinking naughty things that she wants Gray to do to her. Gray is also attracted to Laney but he’s there on a mission and he doesn’t do relationships. He is, however, willing to have a good time as long as it doesn’t interfere with his job. As they begin to get closer he just wants to make sure Laney stays safe if his mission goes sideways. Of course, things go wrong and there is excitement in the story. I very much enjoyed reading this and the unexpected twists and relationship dynamics. If you Like reading about hot SEALs you should enjoy this story a lot. I received an ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review.
aries_sword More than 1 year ago
Teasing Her Seal-An exhilarating roller-coaster ride of sizzling romance and danger. This story features Laney, a sultry, audacious beautiful surgeon who is burdened with distressing memories of a cheating ex-fiance; Gray, a strapping, gorgeous, undercover Navy Seal Commander who sports an alpha personality that would have the Hulk standing at attention, doesn't do relationships and has barriers around his heart for true everlasting love. What you'll find in this story; a cast of awesome impressive and engaging characters, phenomenal banter, fabulous creative story-line, picturesque and powerful scene descriptions, life threatening incidents, camaraderie, gripping suspense, emotions spiral, fantasies fulfilled, jaw-dropping spine-tingling pulsating romance, and a heart-melting conclusion that leaves you cheering. Spectacular exhilarating fast paced well written read by a truly gifted author. The passion between Laney and Gray skyrockets. The characters are credible, the story held my attention to the end; and I loved it as it was a joy to read. I so love when a story comes together and this one certainly did. If you relish romance with suspense this is a great book for your library. {I was gifted a copy of this book for a completely honest review}. In the world of fantasy romance the possibilities are endless and always fascinating. Without reservations I highly recommend this book.