Daring Her Seal. Anne Marsh

      

      Subject: Navy SEAL Levi Brandon

      Mission: Sort out his accidental marriage...without sleeping with his “wife!”

      Devil-may-care Navy SEAL Levi Brandon faces a terrifying task: telling Ashley Dixon that their faux wedding during their last mission together was actually real. It’s bad enough that she completely loathes him, but she’s DEA. Levi will be lucky to get away with his life...

      Now Ashley and Levi have returned to Fantasy Island to sort things out...and are tempted to play a dangerous game of lust and restraint. A game of dares. All Levi has to do is keep himself from having sex with the hottie DEA agent. But Ashley’s playing to win—and darers always go first.

      “I dare you...”

      “No sex for one week.”

      “Sure,” Levi said agreeably. “But if I take your dare, you take mine.”

      Ashley’s hand shot up. “No. I’m done negotiating with you.”

      Of course he kept right on talking, as if she hadn’t said anything. “For each night I go without sex, I get to choose a drink for you from Fantasy Island’s cocktail menu.”

      She really, really needed to ignore the pulse of heat that suggestion generated in her stomach. And lower. This was Levi. She didn’t even like him, but apparently her body thought angry sex was something she should try at least once in her life. Preferably tonight. He had her, and he knew it. She just couldn’t walk away from a dare.

      “You want to get me drunk?”

      His teeth flashed as he snagged the drinks menu from the bar and waggled it in front of her. “We both know I’m talking about the other menu, babe. The secret menu, where the drink names are code for sexy stuff.

      “I pick the drink. You do the deed...”

      Dear Reader,

      The idea for this book came to me while trolling Amazon looking for a fun, racy-but-not-so-racy-he-can’t-open-it-in-public gift for my husband. Did you know you could buy dirty Truth or Dare games for couples? Let’s just say I learned a thing or two. Levi Brandon and Ashley Dixon have plenty of learning to do about each other, as well. These two barely got along on their last undercover mission together, so discovering they might be accidentally married has sparks flying. Soon they’re on Fantasy Island to sort out their marital status, but they can’t stop fighting. Or daring each other. And the dares just get sexier and sexier...

      Dares are a chance—a permission slip—to live out a secret fantasy. And what better time to do that when you’re on a tropical island with a bad boy SEAL? Ashley is hardly a wild child (hello, she prefers to play by the rules), but rugged, sexy Levi tempts her to lose her inhibitions. And when she loses a bet and has to pay a very sensual forfeit, bringing her fantasies to life suddenly seems like the best of ideas.

      Daring Her SEAL is the final story in my SEALs of Fantasy Island trilogy, which started with Teasing Her SEAL and then continued with Pleasing Her SEAL. Each couple has explored a very different set of sexy fantasies—and I hope you enjoy Levi and Ashley’s story!

      Happy reading,

      Anne

      Daring Her SEAL

      Anne Marsh

      

www.millsandboon.co.uk

      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.

      For Lisa. Never, ever underestimate the power of your smile. I can’t tell you too often that you’re as fabulous as the heroine in any book and I’m rooting for your happily-ever-after.

      Contents

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       Back Cover Text

       Introduction

Dear Reader

       Title Page

       About the Author

       Dedication

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       Extract

       Copyright

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      “CAN YOU BE married without having sex?”

      In all fairness, Levi Brandon needed the answer ASAP. His SEAL team leader paused, however, in the act of piling into the C-23 Sherpa transport aircraft as if Levi had farted in front of the President or something equally crass. The pained look on Gray Jackson’s face was the only high point in Levi’s day since he’d rolled out of bed for a dark o’clock training exercise only to discover that the US postal system and karma had caught up with him.

      Gray slapped him on the back, harder than was strictly necessary. “Little personal, don’t you think, Brandon?”

      “I’m talking about myself, here,” he said, humping his gear on board. The plane was a no-nonsense set of wings and wheels, perfect for the day’s HALO training exercise.

      While Gray mulled over his answer, the rest of SEAL Team Sigma loaded up with varying degrees of enthusiasm. Levi wasn’t the only guy who felt jumping out of a plane at thirty thousand feet wasn’t the best way to pass the time. He preferred keeping his feet on the ground or his fins in the water, thank you very much. On the other hand, at least when he jumped, he felt something. Even fear was marginally better than the emotional desert in which he usually existed.

      “Last time I checked, you weren’t married, planning on getting married, or even dating the same woman for consecutive nights. The better question is...can you go without having sex?” Gray dropped onto the bench beside Levi, buckling up as the door slammed shut and the plane started its taxi down the runway.

      He’d tried dating when he was younger. Hell. The word younger made him feel like Methuselah, but the feeling wasn’t inaccurate. Courtesy