Over the years, Storm North has witnessed two teams of Navy SEALs under his command find true love. He doesn’t expect the same for himself. He’s too old. Too jaded. Too set in his ways. Until a woman who’s been right in front of him for years manages to impress Storm in a way very few women—or men—ever have.

Jane Hamilton knows it’s ridiculous to have a crush on the charismatic and handsome admiral. She’s the divorced mother of a twenty-six-year-old daughter. Too old for crushes. Too old for a lot of things. There’s no chance she’ll ever catch the eye of a man like Storm North.

Until someone delivers a bomb to the base.

As the civilian contractor in charge of the mail room, Jane finds herself in the direct line of fire, enduring a series of events that leads to a budding relationship with the very man she’s been longing for. She couldn’t be happier, and Storm feels the same.

The only one unhappy, in fact, is the thwarted bomber. Unhappy enough to do something drastic. Now Storm and Jane have to work together to save innocent sailors—and themselves—from an explosive situation threatening their happily ever after.

Excerpt: Securing Jane

Jane shivered, and Storm must’ve felt it because he squeezed her hips reassuringly.

Then the rear admiral changed the subject. “Your team’s getting home soon, right?”

“Yeah, tomorrow night if everything goes well,” Storm told him.

“I expect you to take at least forty-eight hours off,” Dag said sternly.

Storm opened his mouth to protest, but the rear admiral cut him off. “No buts. I know you’ve got other teams and things to do, but you’ve been burning the candle at both ends lately. Take the time off. Sleep. Relax. Read a damn book. I don’t care what you do, but I don’t want to hear you’ve been at the office. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” Storm said.

Dag chuckled. “Most people would be pleased to get time off.”

“I am,” Storm insisted. “There’s nothing I’d like better than to spend time with Jane.”

“Good,” Dag said. “I just wish it was under better circumstances.

“As far as I’m concerned, there’s nothing I want to do more than hang out with Jane and make sure whoever is behind this bomb doesn’t get a second chance to cause havoc.”

His words made Jane feel good. She didn’t like keeping him from work, but she loved that he wasn’t upset about taking work off to spend with her.

“It’s not easy dating a sailor,” Dag said, looking at Jane again, “but I can guarantee that even when Storm’s not with you, he’s probably thinking about you. I know that’s how I feel about my Brenae. I’ll leave you two then.”

“You’ll let me know if you get any leads on the bomber?” Storm asked, standing up and reaching out to shake Dag’s hand as Jane stood as well.

“Of course,” the rear admiral said. Then he nodded at Storm and Jane and turned and left the office, closing the door behind him as he went.

Storm being Storm, he didn’t hesitate to act. He turned to her and wrapped one arm around her waist, and the other snuck into the hair at her nape. He pulled her into him, and Jane could feel every inch of his hard body against hers. She flushed, wondering if this was even allowed…an officer consorting with a contractor in his office.

But the door was shut, and it was just the two of them.

“Tomorrow night is Friday,” he said quietly.

“I know,” Jane said with a small frown.

“Apparently I’ve got the weekend off. After my men arrive home and we finish the debrief, I’m free for forty-eight hours.”

“Good. You need the break,” she said.

“I’d like to spend that time with you,” Storm said. “As much of it as you’ll give me.”

Jane wasn’t sure what he was asking, but she was more than willing to agree. “Okay.”

“Just like that?” he asked.

Jane nodded. “Yeah. I’m not into games. I like you, Storm. I want to spend time with you. Get to know you better. I know it’s not usual for you to have so much time off, so I’m okay with being greedy and wanting to hoard it all for myself.”

He grinned. “Good. We’ve had two dates,” he reminded her.

“You’re counting that lunch the other day as a date too?” she asked with a smile.

“Absolutely. And you told me before we had dinner you don’t kiss on the first date, but what about the third?”

Jane couldn’t help but smile. “I might…with the right man.”

He smiled back then said, “I didn’t mean to jump the gun earlier. It was instinctive. I saw you, and you were such a bright light in my exhaustion that I acted without thinking and kissed you.”

“You think that was a kiss?” Jane sassed.

His smile grew.

“I’ll have you know, Storm North, that a small peck on the lips isn’t a real kiss in my book. I’m gonna want a true kiss on our third date,” she told him, feeling braver than she’d ever felt before. She’d wanted this man forever, and she’d be damned if she acted like a shy ninny and let her heart’s desire slip through her fingers. She’d learned over the years that if she wanted something, she had to work her ass off for it.

“Noted,” he said with such a look of desire on his face, it made her want to attack him right then and there. “So you won’t mind if I give you another peck, as you called it, before you leave to go back to work? Since that doesn’t count?”

“No,” Jane told him, holding her breath in anticipation.

He leaned toward her ever so slowly, his gaze not leaving hers. Jane couldn’t keep her eyes open, closing them seconds before his lips touched her forehead. Then he kissed her nose. Then her cheeks…