Meet the Military Men of the Lucky
Thirteen Series in Once Upon a Seal by Suzan Butler!
Coming
May 19th is the fifth novel in the Lucky Thirteen series,
ONCE UPON A SEAL from New York Times
and USA Today best-selling author,
Suzan Butler! Read how a small town girl starts to change her perceptions after
conversations with a reclusive former Navy SEAL.
Grand Prize: $25 Amazon or B&N gift card
Runner-up Prizes: Digital copies of
any one (1) book by Suzan Butler in the Lucky Thirteen series (except Once Upon
A Seal)
About ONCE UPON A SEAL
Maddie Benson has spent
her entire life in Sugar Falls and has never ventured—nor wanted to
venture—beyond her small town’s safe borders. But when her delivery job takes
her to the doorstep of one very reclusive, former Navy SEAL, Sebastian
McIntyre, her small town perceptions are challenged with every conversation
they have. It’s not long before she’s losing herself—and her heart—to the
mysterious man behind the door.
Bastian’s scars are deeper than the
surface. They’re embedded into his soul, and he’s content to keep them buried.
But the second Maddie ends up on his doorstep with her sparkling smile and her
sunshine hair, his quiet new life shatters and she just might be able to excise
the demons he’s tried hard to keep tucked away—if he lets her in.
When
Bastian’s old life comes haunting them, he knows he should let her go. But the light
she shines on his soul keeps the darkness within him at bay. Letting her go may
take more strength than he has, and keeping her close could get her killed.
Once Upon A Seal by Suzan Butler Excerpt #1
Tommy’s Grocery was the only grocery store in Sugar
Falls. We had a lot of older folks that lived out in the country, so I
frequently ran out deliveries for them. But as I surveyed the contents of the
delivery I had now, making sure I had them all, this wasn’t for one of the
older couples, and I hadn’t recognized the name on the order either. Sebastian?
It sounded like a younger guy. Why couldn’t a younger guy come get his own
groceries?
And it wasn’t a particularly large order either. Lots
of fruits, vegetables, a package of razors. So I imagined he was a clean-shaven
health nut. Not that I cared either way. I got paid no matter what. And
honestly, even though it was hot outside, I still liked getting the fresh air
and not being stuck in the store all day.
The house wasn’t a rundown piece of crap like I
expected, which was further evidence that it wasn’t an older man. The house was
cute, gorgeous and had colorful flowers lining the front porch. Pretty walking
stones framed the sides of the circular driveway. The grass was slightly
overgrown, but mostly, the yard was well- landscaped. Someone spent hours on it
regularly. This was not the work of a landscaper. This house was cared for with
love, by someone who liked working with his hands.
Which only made me more curious of the owner.
I got out of my truck and grabbed the three bags from
the passenger side. The heat beat down on me as I walked up. I rapped sharply
on the door and waited. It was solid oak, with two rectangular window panes
spanning half the height of the door. The decorative glass obscured a clear
view of the inside, but I could see a vague shape of a man coming toward the
entrance to the house.
But the door didn’t open. A gruff voice barked, “Who
is it?”
“Maddie Benson. I have your delivery from Tommy’s.” As
if for emphasis, I lifted one arm so he could see the shape of the bag through
the decorative window.
“Just a sec.” His form moved away. A minute or two
passed as I waited for him to return. He came back, and the chain rattled as he
unlocked it. I started forward when the door cracked open, but he didn’t let it
open. “Leave it on the mat.”
Slowly, I set the bags down. “Okay. Um... It’s
twenty-five sixty.” I squinted my eyes to look through the glass, as if that
would make it easier to see him.
His hand snaked around the door, holding a twenty and
a ten. The hand was large, fitting the massive shape I could make out on the
other side of the door. “Keep the change.”
I took the bills from him. “Thanks, um...” I glanced
at the ticket in my hand, skimming over it quickly. “Mr. McIntyre.” I stopped.
McIntyre? “You’re related to Jenny?”
The door slammed shut in answer.
I glared at the shut door. Wasn’t that just nice. Was
this how he treated everyone or was I just special? I almost wanted to knock
and tell him what an asshole he was, but instead, I turned and headed back to
my truck.
On Sale in Print and Digital: May 19, 2015
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