Navy SEALs Complete Series: 3 Books + 3 Novellas (Tempting Navy SEALs)
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Authors: Lora Leigh
DANGEROUS GAMES
HIDDEN AGENDAS
KILLER SECRETS
RENO’S CHANCE
FOR MAGGIE’S SAKE
ATLANTA HEAT
Lora Leigh
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DANGEROUS GAMES
Lora Leigh
Dangerous Games
Clint had been standing there for over an hour, hiding in the dark corner, watching her, trying to watch those around her, and wondering how the hell he was going to manage to convince her to lay low for a while. Morganna was stubborn as hell, and Reno had warned him that it wouldn’t be easy to convince her to give up her nightlife.
He frowned as he remembered his friend’s words. The subtle warning in Reno’s voice, the feeling that the other man suspected more than he was saying as he gave Clint the names of the clubs she frequented.
Did she have a lover? He watched the men who seemed to flock around her like wolves. She didn’t seem to pay attention to one more than the other, and as she ordered a drink from the waitress, he could have sworn he caught a glimpse of weariness in her face.
He grimaced at his overactive imagination. Morganna had been a social butterfly even before she came of age. She was one of those women perfectly at home in the middle of a crowd, finding her sense of purpose in the number of so-called friends she could gather around her at any one time.
It would drive him crazy. It was driving him crazy now, watching the men who were drawn to her like flies to honey, their hands touching her bare shoulder, her satiny arm, trying to feel that ribbon of silk she called her hair.
He set his jaw in determination as he straightened from the wall, shrugging the muscles of his shoulders, uncomfortable as he prepared for this new battle. He’d rather face an army of terrorists than one tiny, delicate woman. It was pathetic.
For Dad and Mom, because they put up with endless hours of listening to the stories; and my husband, Tony, for always believing in me.
For Patricia Rasey, Beth Anderson, Lyn Morgan, Mama Sue, and Stacey, because they were there in the beginning and helped immeasurably; the Ladies of the Lora Leigh Forum; and the readers who have e-mailed and written; you keep me going.
For my advanced readers, for putting up with more than one copy of the same story and for kicking my butt when it was needed.
For Scheme, my music finder, idea instigator, and chocolate source. Thanks for everything.
And for my editor, Monique, thanks for the chance.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Diva’s, Merlin’s, and the Roundtable and their adjoining underground clubs are all a product of my imagination only. Within the Tempting SEALs series, I’ve tried to set up what I would envision as the most interesting fringe clubs rather than what my research has found for BDSM (Bondage–Domination–Submission–Masochism) clubs. Male dominance, a hypersexuality, and an awareness of a woman’s pleasure are what my heroes have in common, and it’s what the members of the clubs within my books have in common as well, no matter their extremity. And I hope you enjoy reading Clint and Morganna’s adventure as much as I enjoyed writing it.
TEN YEARS BEFORE
Clint McIntyre, twenty-five years old. A Navy Seal. A fully grown, sensual, dominant male. He was a man whom other men looked to in respect. A man who had grown in confidence and in power. He wasn’t a child fighting to hide the abuse he had suffered any longer. He was a man who tolerated nothing less than his best from himself and the men he fought alongside.
But he was a man who nearly came to his knees that night at the sight of one small teenage Lolita decked out in a short skirt, a thin pale blue blouse, and high heels. Dark brown hair flowed around her in a multitude of curls, and gray eyes sparkled back at him with a hint of laughter and interest. Too much interest.
He was a grown man, aware of his sexuality, his tastes, and his hungers. To even consider the beginning pulses of awareness he could feel moving through him was a crime. One he refused to allow to take hold.
She was his best friend’s sister. She was his sister’s best friend. And normally she was the bane of his existence.
Morganna Chavez had been tormenting him in one form or another since the day she learned how to walk and toddled to him to smack him on his eleven-year-old head with her bottle to get his attention. She had been getting his attention in one form or another ever since.
He hadn’t expected this, though. That glimmer of awareness. The way he noticed the full, high breasts beneath her thin blouse and the long, shapely legs beneath the short skirt. Pink lips glistening with a soft gloss and gray eyes that looked smoky, seductive, rather than immature and filled with childlike wonder.
He deserved to be shot.
“So, are you going to stand there like a knot on a log or are you going to dance with me?” She propped one hand on her hip and smiled slowly. “It is my birthday after all.”
His lips twitched at her flirtatiousness. She had been flirting with him for as long as he could remember, too.
He stared around the backyard; the lights strung through the trees cast a soft glow over the thirty-some teenagers enjoying the party her brother had allowed.
Reno had lost his mind this year. Clint glanced across the yard to where his best friend, Morganna’s brother, was testing the punch bowl for alcohol, to the laughing amusement of the kids gathered around the table.
They were kids. Morganna was a kid.
“Go dance with one of your friends, brat.” Clint smiled to soften the rejection. He didn’t have to fake his affection for her; she was as much a part of his life as his sister was, when he was home. He did care for Morganna. Deeply.
“Coward.” She flicked him an amused look from beneath her lashes. A look far too mature for her years and far too knowing.
No man he knew would ever call him a coward. He was fierce. Strong. Deadly. He was scared to death to be within a hundred feet of her.
He shook his head and laughed at her. A soft, indulgent laugh that had her brows drawing together and her gray eyes dimming with a hint of vulnerability.
“Go play, Morganna,” he told her gently as he turned away. “Leave the grown-ups alone.”
He should have never agreed to chaperone the party. He wouldn’t have if he had known what he would face, if he had even suspected that for even a second in time he would see Morganna as anything other than his best friend’s sister. Or his sister’s best friend.
TWO YEARS LATER
She was eighteen. Tall and lithe, a gypsy, a hellion, the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. Two years, a multitude of lectures, and endless nights of dreams he should have been shot for, and the awareness of her had only grown.
Sexy, sensual Morganna.
“When are you leaving?” They were on the back porch of her home, the home she had shared with her brother, Reno, since the deaths of their parents.
The elderly aunt who had once stayed with Morganna while Clint was on assignment hadn’t arrived, but there was no reason to wait for her. Was there? Yet Clint was standing there waiting on her for Reno, who had been forced to leave earlier than usual to take command of the small force of Navy SEALs he was leading into a mission. Reno was comfortable leaving Morganna home alone this time. Clint wasn’t.