Honor Among SEALs

By Dixie Lee Brown

Navy SEALS are trained to take on all enemies in extreme situations—but there’s nothing more dangerous than matters of the heart . . .
 
This is Matt Iverson’s story.  
Working for a security company with his brothers-in-arms has given former SEAL Matt “MacGyver” Iverson a reason to get up every morning. But keeping a runaway bride from harm isn’t in his job description . . .
 
Former Marine Kellie Greyson is in over her head. A cold-hearted ultimatum leaves her no choice but to wed mob boss Tony Palazzi. But when she overhears his deadly plans for her after she says ‘I do,’ Kellie flees his casino, only to wind up in a seedy Vegas bar. The next thing she knows, she’s waking up beside a protective powerhouse of a man . . .
 
Though Kellie’s body kickstarts his into high gear, MacGyver is all business trying to convince her that they need each other. Both are looking for missing people—and all roads lead to Palazzi. MacGyver will have to lay all his cards on the table to get Kellie to trust him in a game they might not survive . . .
 
Praise for Dixie Lee Brown
 
“Dixie Lee Brown delivers all the goods in high style: romance, adventure and suspense-with a generous helping of sexy that will leave readers clamoring for more. The talented Ms. Brown writes the kind of story romance readers crave: sexy, fun and filled with adventure and suspense.”
—Linda Castillo, New York Times bestselling author of The Dead Will Tell

“Brown will thrill readers who enjoy some spice.” —Library Journal

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lyrical Press
• Release date: Oct 9, 2018
• ISBN: 9781516106493

Dixie Lee Brown

Dixie Lee Brown lives and writes in Central Oregon, inspired by gorgeous scenery and 300 sunny days a year. Having moved from South Dakota as a child to Montana and then to Oregon, she feels at home in the west. Dixie has two daughters that are grown and off living their own dreams. She resides with two dogs and a cat, and they are currently all the responsibility she can handle! Dixie works fulltime as a bookkeeper. When she's not writing or working, she loves to read, enjoy movies, and if it were possible, she'd spend all of her time at the beach.

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Honor Among SEALs

The Hearts of Valor Series by Dixie Lee Brown

Heart of a SEAL

Honor among SEALs

Table of Contents

The Hearts of Valor Series by Dixie Lee Brown

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

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-one

Chapter Twenty-two

Chapter Twenty-three

Teaser Chapter

About the author

Honor Among SEALs

Dixie Lee Brown

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Dedication

Dedicated to the brave veterans

who served and sacrificed,

defending freedoms

sometimes taken for granted

in democracies worldwide,

and to the men and women

still protecting all of us,

thank you for your willingness

to stand on that wall.

You are truly heroes.

I salute you.

Chapter One

Kellie Greyson peered from beneath lowered lashes at the three solemn men making no secret of the fact they were watching her every move. Tony Palazzi, that slimy piece of horse manure, and two of his thugs leaned their backs against the bar to her left, holding drinks they’d yet to sample. Second day in a row.

Good. Maybe the low-cut tops and miniskirts I bought aren’t a waste of money after all. The sky-high heels were killing her feet, though. Combat boots had been far more comfortable.

She placed a hundred dollars’ worth of chips in the betting circle of the Blackjack table, and the dealer dispensed cards to each of four players, turning up a five for himself. The first two gamblers went bust. The third stayed at eighteen. To make Tony think she appreciated his perusal, Kellie smiled before tapping her finger on the table beside the seven of spades and two of hearts she’d been dealt. The dealer hit her with an ace, and a murmur of approval rippled through the players to her right.

Kellie watched in amusement as the dealer appeared to swat absently, as though at a pesky fly buzzing around his ear—the obvious signal about as subtle as a freight train. His hole card was a nine, and when he dealt himself another nine, he did a lousy job of hiding his frustration.

She reached for the chips he pushed toward her, leaving a small bet on the table for the next deal. When he shoved those chips toward her too, she glanced at him. The dealer nodded to someone behind her, and, immediately, a heavy hand dropped on her shoulder.

One of the muscled suits, who’d been standing with Tony a moment ago, leaned to speak in her ear. Miss, please come with us. His tone left no room for discussion.

Kellie glanced over his shoulder to see who us was and met the stern glare of Tony’s other gorilla. Well, it’s about friggin’ time. Three days she’d been here, choking on the foul air, counting cards and beating the house—waiting for this exact moment. She grabbed her chips, which the helpful dealer had placed in a box, and stood to accompany her escorts to the cashier’s window. After she cashed out, she’d demand to speak with the owner of the Dominion Hotel and Casino, whose orders were, apparently, getting her tossed out. At long last, she’d have her chance to find out what Tony knew about her sister.

Except…they weren’t taking her to the cashier’s window. Sandwiching her between them, the two beefy men veered toward the elevators.

Where are you taking me? There was really only one place they could be going, and Kellie’s restrained excitement warred with nervousness.

One of the men pushed the top button beside the closed elevator, and an arrow flashed on, pointing up. Mr. Palazzi wants to talk to you. The doors opened, and the man gripped her elbow, guiding her ahead of him into the car. His hand moved over the panel of buttons and the number forty lit up—the top floor. The second man fingered a card on a lanyard around his neck and slid it into a slot above the numbers. The elevator started upward.

Kellie’s heart rate lurched into overdrive. Her palms started to sweat, in spite of her plan having finally become reality. All she had to do was continue her charade a while longer. She fished a tube of lipstick from her purse and swiped on a fresh coat of Parisian Red. Tony’s vice was women—and his weakness would be her means to the information she needed. Saliva pooled at the back of her throat as revulsion threatened her determination.

Stick to the plan.

She’d been over this a hundred times. Tony had been the last person to see Anna before she disappeared. Her sister’s missing person’s case was now officially cold. But Tony, Las Vegas businessman and crime boss, knew something. She felt it in every fiber of her being. All she had to do was get close enough to make him trust her—long enough to find a thread of evidence—something or someone who knew what happened and was willing to tell the story.

To find her sister, Kellie would use the assets the good Lord gave her without conscience. As much as she despised playing the slut card, that description epitomized the type of woman Tony was attracted to. She’d seen the pictures, read the stories in the rag magazines and seen the women hanging on his arm. Dumb, beautiful and the sleazier the better. That was what it would take to catch the eye of the rich and powerful Tony Palazzi.

Kellie wasn’t gorgeous, by any stretch of the imagination, and she certainly wasn’t dumb, but she cleaned up good enough, and her strong, toned legs, thanks to four years in the Marine Corps, had garnered her fair share of admiration. She could play the vamp if incentivized—and finding Anna, possibly alive, was incentive enough. There was nothing she wouldn’t do to bring her home. Nothing.

The elevator doors slid open directly into Tony’s office. Tall and slim, with glistening black hair and pretty-boy features that belied his evil heart, he leaned against the edge of his desk and stared.

The man on her right gave her a shove and stepped into the room behind her. The doors slid shut and the elevator whirred to life again, taking the other man back the way they’d come.

Tony pushed away from the desk and advanced toward her, his face a mask of annoyance. Who are you, and why are you here?

Despite having prepared herself, mentally and emotionally, to meet the casino’s owner on his turf, his nearness and obvious anger almost made her back up a step. She stopped herself just in time. I can do this. Just play the role. Locking away any emotions that might trip her up was second nature, also courtesy of the Marine Corps. She allowed a faint smile to curve her lips. My name is Kellie Greyson. As to why I’m here…I’m afraid you’ll have to enlighten me.

Tony stopped in front of her, snatched the box of chips from her hand and set it on a nearby table. He slid the strap of her small handbag off her shoulder and rummaged through it until he found her driver’s license. Sidestepping her, he handed the ID to his thug and whispered something. The man disappeared through a doorway to the right of the desk.

Kellie seethed at Tony’s arrogance and the high-handed examination of her personal property, but the object of this exercise was to convince him he could trust her, so she’d let it go.

She raised an eyebrow. You don’t believe me?

Tony turned his back, setting her purse on the edge of his desk. You were counting cards in my casino.

Kellie shrugged. That’s not against the law.

He faced her again, a cold smile stopping far short of his eyes. It’s frowned upon. Surely you’re aware of that. I’m curious why you were so obvious. Winning eighty percent of the hands you’re dealt is sure to get you caught and kicked out.

Kellie glided forward until she reached a chair positioned in front of his desk, sat and crossed her legs. If that’s the case, why did it take you so long to catch me?

His lecherous appraisal flicked over her legs and back to her face. Because I enjoyed watching you.

She caught herself before disgust mushroomed and seeped through her facade. With effort, her smile widened. I could say the same to you. Perhaps that’s why I kept coming back.

The door swung open and Tony’s man returned, striding across the room until he reached his boss. Their whispered exchange continued for far too long, unnerving her, and suddenly the wisdom of her scheme came into question.

The hired man didn’t look at her as he scooted by to resume his silent vigil in front of the elevator doors.

Well? Am I who I said I was? Kellie stayed in character, clinging to her bravado, but it was definitely slipping.

Something was wrong. Either Tony’s penetrating gaze saw right through her, or he simply wasn’t interested. Either way, her sixth sense said it was time to go, regroup and try again another day.

A smirk twisted Tony’s features, and his silence battered her flagging confidence. She pushed to her feet with a deep sigh. It’s settled then. You have your money back, and I promise never to set foot in your casino again. She stepped toward the desk and reached for her handbag. I’ll let myself out.

Tony moved quicker, catching the strap of her handbag, and ripped it from her fingers. I’m afraid I can’t let you leave, Kellie. You see…counting cards is a felony, if you use a computer. He reached inside her bag and brought out a pocket-sized device she’d never seen before.

Kellie’s uneasiness grew. That’s not mine.

You know that, and I know that, but the Nevada Gaming Commission will believe what I tell them. And I’m going to tell them I found it in your handbag, where you hid it after I caught you cheating. Tony stepped closer, draped his arm around her shoulders and led her back to her chair.

Kellie was tempted to break his oh-so-perfect nose with a well-placed fist, but elevator-man wouldn’t let her leave anyway, and splattering blood all over Tony’s white shirt would likely make him less amenable. Diplomacy was undeniably the best course of action.

She cocked her head and studied him for a moment. "You want something from me. What is it?" Unless she missed her guess, Kellie already had the answer. He was trying to blackmail her into sleeping with him. She wasn’t proud of her attempt to manipulate him into a similar scenario, but she had a reason that justified her actions. He was simply perverted. You sonofabitch.

He laughed as he strode around the desk and took his seat. Let’s get down to details, shall we? I have a proposition for you.

Kellie hadn’t been able to persuade Anna that Tony was bad news. To be fair, not even she had realized the depths of his depravity until now. Could she sleep with him to stay out of jail? She’d been willing to compromise her values in order to find Anna, but that was different—important.

No. Kellie stared unflinching, instantly pleased by the surprise and irritation that flashed over his countenance.

No?

I’m not sleeping with you, so do your worst. Put me in jail. I don’t care.

Tony scowled. "You think I want a romp in the sheets? I have plenty of women…willing women for that. What I need is a wife."

Kellie inhaled audibly. Her lips moved, but shock had apparently curtailed her ability to form words.

Ah, I see I have your complete attention, so here’s the deal. Marry me…and I’ll overlook your criminal activity. If not, I’ll turn you over to the authorities and let them prosecute you according to the letter of the law. The State of Nevada takes its gaming industry quite seriously, so I can almost guarantee jail time.

The threat fell from Tony’s lips so easily, Kellie didn’t doubt, for an instant, he was serious. The idea was ridiculous. Absurd. Bizarre.

She tamped down a string of four-letter words and nearly choked with the effort. Are you crazy? Absolutely not. I can’t think of anything more revolting.

Tony leaned back, and his piercing regard swept from her eyes to her lips and slid lower to her legs beneath the hem of her short skirt. Before she could stop herself, she reached to pull the swatch of fabric farther down her legs…as though that were possible. His gaze bounced back to hers, and the lust in his nearly black eyes chilled her.

Who is Charlie Webster?

Kellie jerked as though he’d slapped her. Charlie is off limits. Forcing herself to remain seated, she crossed her arms and glared. Leave my stepfather out of this.

You live with your stepfather? The two of you must be very close.

I needed a place to stay for a while after I…moved back to town. Pop was the only family she had left. She’d protect him with her life if necessary. Why do you care?

Your address is on your driver’s license. My associate Googled you. I wanted to know if my future bride had a boyfriend or husband I’d need to deal with. You can find anything on the Internet, if you know where to look.

Oh God! What else did he find? Does he know Anna is my sister? Kellie had changed her name after returning from Iraq, dyed her hair blonde and purposely stayed away from places where she might be recognized. She’d taken measures to disassociate herself from Anna, but, obviously, she’d not done enough to safeguard Pop.

Calm down. If Tony knew about Anna, he’d have led with that—not tried to nail Kellie on a bogus felony charge. Now she needed to downplay her family ties to Charlie. If I go to jail, I’m sure the old man will be glad to have his house to himself again. She studied her fingernails and gave him her best I-don’t-give-a-damn attitude.

Tony was silent for a moment. When he spoke, he took his time and enunciated each word. Well done, Kellie. You’ve managed to convince me you’re prepared to pay for your crimes. The question is—will you let Charlie pay too?

Kellie was tempted to reach out a hand to steady herself on the edge of his desk. Meaning what?

I’ve got friends in this town. It would be a small thing to make your fingerprints, and Charlie’s, appear on the computer you used to cheat in my casino. I can enlist at least a half dozen eyewitnesses who’ll swear you and Charlie worked together to steal from me.

Why? Pop has nothing to do with this. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing, and yet, the absolute certainty that he could do what he said coiled around her, leaving her trembling and shaken. Anger stirred as her hopes of ever finding Anna crumbled into dust.

Come now. Must I spell out all the wretched details for you? Very well. If you don’t agree to marry me five days from now, you and your stepfather will be tried, convicted and sent to prison for as long as the law will allow. Is that clear enough for you?

He couldn’t be serious. A scornful snort escaped her. He was insane if he thought she’d agree to his unreasonable demand. Yet, the echo of his last words left little doubt he’d meant what he said. Tony held all the cards, and he’d drawn an unbeatable hand…or he was extremely skilled at bluffing. Either way, she needed time to figure out how to keep Pop safe, and if pretending to surrender bought her that time, she’d wave the white flag gladly.

* * * *

Kellie stomped back and forth in the spacious Dominion Hotel suite, her teeth clenched so tightly her jaw hurt. The skirt of her ankle-length wedding gown twisted around her legs and made it challenging to walk in her four-inch Jimmy Choo heels. She kicked them off, made one more pass in front of the door and stopped abruptly.

The one bedroom suite Tony had assigned her was lavishly furnished but smelled of stale cigarette smoke and sweat. The combination was nauseating. Squeezing the bridge of her nose, she groaned as she counted slowly to ten. If she didn’t get some fresh air soon, the nasty headache lurking just around the corner would roar in like an F-22 fighter jet and top off her day—as if it wasn’t already as bad as it could get.

I’ll go through with this sham of a wedding if I have to, but if Tony thinks this will be a marriage made in heaven, he couldn’t be more wrong. He’ll need to wise up fast if he wants to hang on to his man parts.

Two more barefoot loops on the plush almond-colored carpet and she stopped again, staring at the door. It’d been five days since she’d agreed to his least objectionable option—though it was still hard to imagine a scenario where marrying him could possibly be anything but disgusting. Five days without sleep and she was no closer to figuring a way out than when he’d voiced his vile proposition.

The answer, of course, was to find that one shred of proof linking Tony to her sister’s disappearance, get her stepdad out of town and go to the cops. Making sure Pop was safe always tripped her up, complicated by the fact she hadn’t told him about any of this. Not her plan to find Anna. Nor her impending wedding. He would have been furious with her for taking such a risk in the first place, and he would never have stood aside and let Tony blackmail her into a phony wedding. No…Pop would have defended her, and she couldn’t let him do that—not against a man like Tony.

Once Pop was safe, Kellie would have to lay low until Tony was arrested, convicted and locked away for the rest of his life. It was a small price to pay, but time was running out. She had forty-five minutes to locate evidence that might lead her to Anna and halt the travesty that loomed ahead of her like a black cloud. She had nothing to lose.

Clenching her teeth, she straightened and stepped toward the room’s exit. The knob turned silently beneath her hand, and she cracked the door open before remembering her shoes. The champagne-colored creations, which matched the bodice of her gown, still littered the floor in the center of the tight serpentine she’d been pacing. Slipping into them quickly, she returned to the door and started to pull it open.

An involuntary shudder raced down her spine as a familiar voice came from the hallway to the right, followed by one she didn’t recognize. Tony was speaking to someone in hushed tones. Instinctively, she nudged the door into the jamb until there was barely an opening and pressed her ear to the crack.

"But, marriage, Tony? What does this bimbo have that the others don’t?"

What a jerk. Where did he get off calling her a bimbo? Although, she’d have to agree, wholeheartedly, that Tony liked his women loose and brainless. If the wedding did take place today, he was in for a shocker…on both counts.

Evidently, he hadn’t anticipated her listening at the door—or maybe he was so sure of himself he simply didn’t care. Their footsteps stopped in front of the room next to hers. Relax, Uncle Rico. And, please, a little respect for my bride-to-be. Kellie is an attractive, intelligent woman. Her eyes and lips have bewitched me, I’m afraid.

Kellie tried to stifle a crude obscenity. Who was Tony kidding?

Coarse laughter came from Uncle Rico. Oh, that’s rich. You’ve been bewitched by many women, but this is the first one you’ve planned to marry. It’s not like you to mix business with pleasure. Forgiving a cheat, even a beautiful one, can have far-reaching implications. Today, this one woman. Tomorrow, every gambler in the casino thinks you’ve gone soft.

"Do you think I’ve gone soft, Uncle Rico?" Tony’s voice was quiet and smooth, but the steel-edged timbre of his query reminded Kellie of a tiger crouching to spring.

Of course not. I know you too well. I raised you, after all. There’s more to this story than you’re confiding, so have pity on an old man and fill me in. The two of them chuckled together as though sharing an inside joke. I understand obsession with a hot piece of ass, Tony, but why marriage? Why not have your fill of this girl and then dump her, or turn her over to the Gaming Commission?

"Because I’m a lot like you, Uncle. I like to own things. As my wife, everything she possesses will be mine for the taking. Everything. His words morphed into a growl before he laughed. Besides, she’s worth more as my wife."

The conversation paused while the dread in Kellie’s stomach grew. She pulled the door open farther, afraid she might miss their next words.

Now you’re talking. How much more?

Five mil…in the event of her accidental death.

Kellie fell back from the door as though she’d taken a punch, throwing her hand over her mouth to quiet the gasp that hissed in the sudden silence. The next second the drone of voices began again and she rushed to resume her position.

Not a bad profit, said Uncle Rico.

And if the old man causes any trouble, I’ll take care of him too. In any case, there’ll be enough speculation on the Strip that everyone will know it’s not healthy to cheat the house at the Dominion.

What’s the timing of this accident? Uncle Rico’s voice receded as though he’d stepped inside his room.

As soon as I get what I want from her, the honeymoon’s over. Tony laughed gloatingly, obviously pleased with his double entendre.

Uncle Rico’s reply was muffled, but his laughter joined Tony’s.

The ceremony starts at five sharp. Don’t be late. Tony was still talking when Kellie closed the door silently and leaned against the cool wooden panels, the heavily varnished wood smooth beneath her fingers.

As the seed of an idea began to grow, she lifted her head. For the first time in the past five days, a sense of purpose settled over her. While a few minutes ago, she’d had no option but to go through with the ceremony in order to protect her stepdad, now that path was a dead end. Tony was going to kill her and make it look like an accident to collect on a life insurance policy he’d no doubt taken out in the name of Mrs. Tony Palazzi.

She should have known. If she hadn’t been so stunned by his demands and concerned for Pop, she’d have been thinking more clearly. None of it made any sense, and she’d missed the glaring inconsistencies in Tony’s behavior because she’d let her emotions rule her intellect. Damn it! Four years in the Marine Corps Lioness program, searching Iraqi women for explosives at the city gates, had taught her to read the enemy better than that.

Kellie whipped around and hurried toward the bedroom. There was no way she was going down quietly. She was a fighter, and a damn good one, and she certainly wasn’t delivering herself to the executioner. She had to get out of the hotel. Without attracting attention. One glance at her wedding attire and she almost laughed out loud.

No problem. It was only four twenty. There was still time to change. Her overnight bag sat open on the bed, the clothes she’d worn there strewn across the coverlet.

As she stretched to reach the zipper at the back of her dress, the phone on the nightstand beside the bed jingled, startling her. She stopped and stared. Who was calling? Pop didn’t know where she was since she’d been too cowardly to tell him of the mess she’d gotten herself into. Besides, Pop would call her cell phone if he needed her. It had to be Tony…or someone who worked for him.

Kellie slapped a palm to her forehead. The photographer! She was supposed to meet Tony downstairs for photographs. He was no doubt calling to tell her she was late.

Nerves stretched to the breaking point, she couldn’t trust her voice. If she answered, he’d know something was wrong. On the other hand, if she let it ring, he might think she was on her way down. Either way, her time was up. She had only minutes to escape.

Her heart pounding, she surveyed her belongings. She’d brought only one small bag, containing clothes and personal items, but if she was spotted in the hall with her bag packed so close to the time of the wedding, someone might become suspicious and sound the alarm. It wasn’t worth the risk. Making up her mind, she toed off her heels and slipped into a pair of soft leather sandals, grabbed her cell phone and a small clutch, opened her door and stepped into the recessed entryway.

She peered around the corner, jerked back just in time and froze against the wall. One of Tony’s bodyguards was headed for the bank of elevators. Was his name Jerry? He seemed like a decent enough guy. She’d ridden up in the elevator with him earlier. Chatting amicably, he’d made her smile when she hadn’t thought that possible. An hour ago, she might have appreciated his company as she made her way downstairs—but not after the conversation she’d just overheard.

She eased toward the corner and peeked into the hall again. One of the elevators opened and Jerry stepped inside, the arrow indicating he

Reviews for Honor Among SEALs

[nelispelusa · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Rcvd an ARC at no cost to author..(netgalley) I liked that this was a slow burn instead of a insta love, as they spent time together they fell a little more. Kellie loves her sister to the point of doing what she can to assist. Kellie ends up getting into some problems that are dangerous and ends getting the help of Matt and his security service to help. We have a lot of actions, twists and laughter...Enjoy!

[cathygeha · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Honor Among SEALs by Dixie Lee BrownHearts of Valor #2Action-packed fast paced runaway bride story of a woman searching for her sister and willing to do anything to find her. Kellie Greyson’s sister Anna went missing and she is going undercover to find her but in so doing finds herself in difficulty that could see her married to a mobster with her life in danger. She runs into Matt Iverson “MacGyber” who soon lends a hand – and the hand of his teammate – to help her out as she runs from the bad guy and looks for her sister. This story includes threats to lives, fights, bad guys, good guys, miscommunication, love of family, teamwork and a secret that unfolds along with the story. There is almost instant attraction between the lead characters but I had trouble figuring out what they truly had in common for the long haul…except their military skills and attraction. Did I like this book? YesWould I read more by this author? I think soThank you to NetGalley and Kensington Books – Lyrical Press/Liaison 3-4 Stars