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Title: Courage
Series: Blackstone #4
Author: J.L. Drake
Publisher: Limitless Publishing LLC
Genre: Military Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: Deranged Doctor Designs
Photo: Golden Czermak, FuriousFotog
Model: Andrew James
Release Date: October 15, 2020
Blackstone is at it again. We’re chasing down the cartel, but this time, the tables have been flipped on us.
Members of Team North Rock are being plucked off one by one. The race to understand what is happening can be the difference between life and death.
My position at Blackstone requires a clear head, and yet the stress and guilt I carry are affecting my concentration. But after what happened to my sister and the situation I’ve put my family in, I don’t deserve any sort of peace. My team doesn’t even know, and I choose to bear this burden alone.
Despite my constant internal struggle, I can’t help but notice her – Sloane Harlow. Falling for the lawyer who’s supposed to help us figure things out was never something I planned or expected.
With danger at every turn, things seem to only get worse. Missions fail, lives are in danger, and somehow, the cartel always seems to know our next move.
I can’t help but wonder…could there be a mole in the team?
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AUTHOR BIO
Author J.L. Drake was born and raised in Nova Scotia, Canada, later moving to Southern California where she lives with her husband and two children.
When she’s not writing she loves to spend time with her family, traveling or just enjoying a night at home. One thing you might notice in her books is her love for the four seasons. Growing up on the east coast of Canada the change in the seasons is in her blood and is often mentioned in her writing.
Her books can be found in different languages around the world.
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What the hell is going on right now?
I’m so confused. The last thing I can vividly remember is dancing at the club. Now, I’m face to face with a ghost from my past. I never thought I’d see him again, no matter how many times I wished for this, no matter how many shooting stars I watched cross the sky, and said his name as they disappeared, I never thought I’d wake up and he’d just be here.
Slowly, I walk to the table and take a seat. Wyatt helps to push me in, handing me a fork, and going back to the counter.
“You still like extra cream and sugar?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I say, my stomach tumbling softly. “I can’t believe you remember that.”
“Of course I remember. I remember a lot more than just what you like in your coffee.” He winks, giving me a sexy little smirk.
My heart lurches in my chest with that smile. It’s that smirk right there that drew me to him in the first place when I was sixteen, that same smirk that made butterflies flutter in my stomach, and my skin flush, and my heart race inside my chest.
It’s the same smirk he would use after we had. . . Oh, oh no. No. No. No.
My eyes jump to his, wide and on the verge of panic. “Wyatt, did we. . .” I pause, unable to even finish my sentence.
He chuckles, and gives me a genuine smile. “No, we didn’t have sex if that’s what you’re asking.”


ashes of his SEAL brother, who was killed in an attack in Nigeria. A Pacific
Islander by lineage, Jason is unfamiliar with the Gulf Coast shores his buddy
grew up playing in as a child. He befriends a beauty one night at sunset, as
she roams the surf, skipping shells, lost in her own world.
cartel she stumbled upon as an investigative reporter in Portland. She decides
hiding out in her sleepy beach hometown in Florida makes sense until she can
figure out where she can spend the rest of her life in safety. The one-night
stand was nice, but the last thing she needs is a huge tatted overly-protective
guy who won’t leave her alone. His attitude is all hardboiled, but his lips are
warm and seductive. If she’s not careful, she may never escape.
as her enemies find her. In Jason’s arms she finds a true sanctuary, as well as
a safe place to hide forever amongst the white sand beaches and golden sunsets
of the Florida coastline.
her from the wind coming from the South, brushed her hair from her face and
placed a soft kiss to her forehead. “Don’t be afraid. I’m not going to hurt
you. I only want to help. Please, don’t be afraid. I’m here now. Nothing is
going to harm you.”
wrapped around his waist, not reaching very far, as she snuggled in the safe
space he’d created for her. Jason felt a twinge of regret that he’d been so
harsh with her. Her head rested on his chest just below his chin. He ran his
fingers through her hair, sifting, whispering things he’d heard as a child when
he’d jump into bed at night with his mother when he had nightmares.
horror movie that had been playing in her head must have been something
frightening. He knew what fear smelled like. He’d seen women panic and faint in
the path of danger, unable to defend themselves or their loved ones. He’d seen
it all too often, and all too often he’d not been able to save them either.
back, trying to see his face. “What language is that?”
have been chanting, or speaking the circular rhymes they’d sing as kids. It had
come second nature and he couldn’t even remember what he’d said.
Something my grandmother taught me.”
palm brushed tentatively against the side of her face, and then he released her
all at once, and stepped back. His arms fell to his sides.
It was a panic attack,” she mumbled.
exactly. The attack was when you passed out. You are scared of something
That was pure, cold fear.” He sighed again, wanting to hold her once more, but
resisted.
the blanket around her.
danger?” he asked, suddenly wishing he’d not been so forward.
But I’m far enough away from all that. Thank you, and I apologize how
ridiculous I was.”
necessary. Fear does strange things to people sometimes. But you were brave.
You fought well.”
didn’t. I was pathetic.”
difficult to stop. That speaks to your courage, not your skill.”
you?”
her fingers reach for his cheek which had now turned warm and was probably
swollen. She’d packed a good swing and the sting surprised him. He did not back
away, allowing the touch. His heart was pounding, beating like the drums of his
ancestors as she gracefully twisted her wrist and laced the backsides of her
fingers across the side of his face all the way to his ear.
have easily taken her in his arms and he knew perhaps she’d let him kiss her,
but he stood like a statue, feet planted in the sand, like the surfboards
standing guard at Hanalei Bay. The wash of waves lapping on the shore stilled
his restless and troubled soul, while the distance between their bodies
remained. She had the touch of his grandmother and some of the older women of
his community–the way she used to bless his cuts and bruises, especially the
ones left by the two Samoan sisters.
stranger was a healer, and yet Jason knew she didn’t understand yet what her
true capacity was.
to his motel room, he knew that, if the Gods of his ancestors wanted him to
meet her again, they’d create the opportunity. The empty tin sat next to him on
the front seat of his rental Jeep, as if Thomas was witness to this magical
connection he felt to her. Maybe Thomas was laughing at him.
down at the urn.
speak of it.”
obeyed.
way back he couldn’t get the feel of her shaking body against him, the scent of
her hair, the tiny beads of sweat at the sides of her cool forehead, and her
probing but gentle fingers.
about her while he showered, and then watched moonlight glisten on the water of
the Gulf. He thought about her as he lay naked in his bed, his head propped
against his forearm.
left the sliding glass door open a few inches so he could inhale the ocean air
all night long, which was always his custom wherever in the world he traveled,
if it was safe. He dreamt of the beaches back home, lush and full with the
scent of flowers floating all around him. He thought about the tanned
Polynesian girls he’d dated and made love to on the beach, their modest
nakedness a thing of beauty and grace. He felt their full lips, and the smooth
flat of their noses as they cuddled, giggled and whispered things to him. In
those days, drunk on the discovery of sex, he didn’t realize how the ocean, the
beach and a woman’s body could heal all those broken parts he could not.
about the girls he met in Coronado who were a bit too fast for his tastes, and
wanted everything now, hard and deep, leaving him aching for a simple touch of
kindness or a word of wonder.
metronome, the constant rhythm of the ocean sang him to sleep in stanzas
stitched together by the calling of sea birds.
thought he had before he drifted off was that Thomas had brought him here to
Sunset Beach. It was a bigger purpose than the final good-byes to his friend.
Thomas wanted him to see the place where he’d grown up, to see the beauty and
treasure buried here. In time, he’d find out just what that treasure was.
closed, another one was waiting to be discovered. Whatever was on the other
side of that door, was his destiny.
would be a new adventure.
USA/Today Bestselling Author Sharon Hamilton’s SEAL Brotherhood series have
earned her author rankings of #1 in Romantic Suspense, Military Romance and
Contemporary Romance. Her other Brotherhood
stand-alone series are: Bad Boys of SEAL Team 3, Band of Bachelors, True Blue
SEALs, Nashville SEALs, and the Bone Frog Brotherhood.
and former SEALs have invested in two wineries and a brewery in Sonoma County,
which have become part of the new stories. But old characters keep returning to
all the newer books.
writes sexy paranormals in two series: Golden Vampires of Tuscany and The
Guardians.
organic vegetable and flower gardener, Sharon and her husband live in the Wine
Country of Northern California, where most of her stories take place.
From USA Today Bestselling author KL Donn comes the third book in her Task Force 779 series, an all new military romance series with heart, heat, and suspense.
Nightmares and monsters are supposed to remain in the dark. Thought of, frightened from, but never seen.
The only question is: Will it be enough when one more obstacle is thrown their way or will Lola break for certain this time?
Note from the Author:
Just a heads up: While my stories carry their share of violence and adult situations, this one, in particular, touches on some socially prevalent issues that may be upsetting to readers.
the friend of his fathers, a former Navy diver now turned treasure hunter.
Between deployments, S.O. Silver is addicted to adventure, and searching for
pirate booty is right up his alley. What he hasn’t counted on is that his net
has also captured a local mermaid.
and film work, but she’s also an experienced scuba diver. Between jobs, she
tends a salty beach bar catering to whatever the sea blows in. She’s unprepared
when her heart is hooked on the muscled beach bum she’s hired to work with on a
treasure dive.
welding torch, the pair will have to discover who is captain and who is First
Mate.
gulf side much better. Warmer I think, more temperate. And it’s slower. I mean,
we got lots of tourism here, no question about it. But it’s happier, you know
what I mean?”
boulevard, heading north and south along the beach.
beachside properties and then you have your inland properties which sometimes
are on a waterway. In any direction you’re no more than five or six blocks from
some body of water. I think that’s why I like it“
and white beaches in between two story rental units and occasionally a large
condo complex. Along the way it was dotted with beach shops and rental agencies,
renting everything from vacation cabins to surfboards, golf carts and beach
bicycles. He passed a lot of ice cream stores. There were shops on both sides
of the road selling fishing and beach gear, flip-flops, bathing
suits, tanning lotion, and a couple of Taqueria‘s with open air palapas
just like Ned had seen in Mexico. There were lots of fish and chips places, a
smattering of outdoor bars with brightly-colored umbrellas. Occasionally they
had to stop between lights to allow couples or families to cross the road,
usually towing a canvas wagon filled with towels and equipment.
bicycle. Ned felt himself starting to relax, even though Noonan was quick to
hit on the gas and slow to hit the brakes.
bridge over the sand dunes. It was the Treasure Island beach access trail. Off
to the side was an alleyway, unpaved, just wide enough to accommodate two cars
passing. On both sides of the path were smaller shacks, some of them
well-painted, and others left to the sea’s devices. Vacation rental signs hung
in most of the yards or attached to the upper eve of the houses, colorfully
lettered in bright Caribbean paint, with names like Pete’s Paradise and Laura‘s
Lair, with pictures of fish, starfish, and mermaids adorning fences and sides
of buildings. Newnan pulled into the driveway of a tiny pink house that sat
right on the beach.
owner has plans to build a McMansion, sort of triplex building. He wants to
live upstairs and rent out down below. But for now, this place is vacant and it
has a little bit of furniture. I hope you like it. And the price is right.“ He
said as he exited the truck.
white mixture of crushed shells and stones. Noonan produced a set of keys and
unlocked the front door, which was slightly warped, causing Noonan to have to
lean into it hard with his shoulder. At the second try, it gave way and let
them enter, but part of the door trim had cracked.
a few open windows could take care of. It hadn’t been updated in many years.
That surprised him, because Ned thought all these beach properties saw
themselves underwater every few years due to the storms. But this one looked
like it had survived many seasons of winters and lots of fall hurricanes.
USA/Today Bestselling Author Sharon Hamilton’s SEAL Brotherhood series have
earned her author rankings of #1 in Romantic Suspense, Military Romance and
Contemporary Romance. Her other Brotherhood
stand-alone series are: Bad Boys of SEAL Team 3, Band of Bachelors, True Blue
SEALs, Nashville SEALs, and the Bone Frog Brotherhood.
and former SEALs have invested in two wineries and a brewery in Sonoma County,
which have become part of the new stories. But old characters keep returning to
all the newer books.
writes sexy paranormals in two series: Golden Vampires of Tuscany and The
Guardians.
organic vegetable and flower gardener, Sharon and her husband live in the Wine
Country of Northern California, where most of her stories take place.

