Jenna swayed, bracing her hands on his chest. You have to stop doing that.
Why?
I barely know you.
You knew enough about me to find me on the beach and save me from an assassin. I reckon that gives us a pass on convention.
She rested her forehead against his chest. I didnt come to Cancun to get involved with a man. But, boy, had that backfired on her.
And I have no business getting involved with you. He gripped her shoulders and set her at arms length. As a SEAL, Im gone more than Im home. And with an assassin after me, I cant risk you becoming collateral damage.
Navy SEAL
Captive
Elle James
www.millsandboon.co.uk
ELLE JAMES, a New York Times bestselling author, started writing when her sister challenged her to write a romance novel. She has managed a full-time job and raised three wonderful children, and she and her husband even tried ranching exotic birds (ostriches, emus and rheas). Ask her, and shell tell you what its like to go toe-to-toe with an angry three-hundred-and-fifty-pound bird! Elle loves to hear from fans at ellejames@earthlink.net or www.ellejames.com.
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This book is dedicated to my sister, Delilah Devlin, who was an officer in the US army. She has inspired me to be the best I can be in my military career and in my journey to publication. Shes my mentor, sounding board and critique partner. And she isnt afraid to tell me like it is. I love you, Sis!
Contents
Cover
Introduction
Title Page
About the Author
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Extract
Copyright
Chapter One
Seriously. I cant believe you talked me into this. And to go straight for the biggest first? Isnt that pushing it? Sawyer Houston adjusted the web seat and waited his turn on the platform. Perched on the edge of a two-hundred-foot cliff, staring down into the vast jungle, Sawyer balked. Cancún Adventures boasted the longest, most exciting zip line in Mexico, guaranteed to make you scream. Not, in Sawyers opinion, the most reassuring advertisement.
Its not like you to turn away from a challenge, Houston, Quentin Lovett ribbed. Youve fast-roped out of helicopters, entered buildings full of terrorists and been shot at by rifles, machine guns and mortars. Quentin snorted. Whats a little ol zip line gonna hurt?
I dont know who set it up, whether the cable is strong enough to withstand my weight or if theres a way to stop me at the other end. Hell, I cant see the other end, and plunging into a tree at the bottom isnt my idea of fun. Besides, how would that look on my tombstone? SEAL ends his navy career on vacation, sliding to his death on a poorly rigged zip line.
Step aside. Quentin circled Sawyer. Let me show you how its done.
Thats right. Test the line. Ill be sure to send your mother a letter telling of your bravery in the face of a zip line.
A couple of women stood in front of Quentin. The curvy one in the khaki shorts and white Cancún T-shirt shook her head, her dark red curls bouncing with her nervous movements. No. Ive changed my mind. She backed away from her friend with the short dark hair, running into Quentin.
Whoa, darlin. Quentin steadied her, his brows rose and he winked at Sawyer.
Sorry. Her cheeks bloomed with color, and she hurriedly stepped away from him.
Jenna, you have to do it, the dark-haired, petite woman said. Its part of your kick-the-boring therapy.
Yeah, but I was thinking more along the lines of riding a roller coaster, not speeding through the jungle at Mach ten on a cable probably salvaged from a shipyard by people who might have used office staples to nail it to some tree ready to fall over at any minute.
Sawyer took a breath for Jenna. How one woman could say all that without inhaling was beyond him. But she was kind of cute, and he didnt blame her for her trepidation.
Hey, Ill go first to test it out, the other woman said.
No way, Carly. If you die, Im stranded in the jungle with no one to get me back to the hotel to find my lost luggage.
Sawyers lips quirked at the redheads adamant refusal to participate in the death-defying feat of zip-lining. Ill give you a ride.
Jenna shot him a narrow-eyed glance before turning back to her friend. Or youll be leaving me at the mercy of strangers, possibly mass murderers.
The brunette rolled her eyes, then gave Sawyer a considering look. Hes not a mass murderer, and hes really cute. You could do worse. Now, Im going. Ill see you back at the parking lot. She pulled on the gloves theyd been given and stepped up to the man in charge.