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Avid reader, neurotic writer and die-hard shoe fanatic, Tawny Weber has been writing sassy, sexy stories for Harlequin Blaze since her first book hit the shelves in 2007. When not obsessing over deadlines, she’s watching Johnny Depp movies, scrapbooking or hanging out on Facebook and Twitter. Come by and visit her on the web at www.tawnyweber.com

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A loud blast filled the air as seven guns exploded in succession. Once, twice, thrice. Twenty-one shots. Faces implacable, the honor guard shouldered their guns and stood as tall and rigid as the oaks lining the cemetery.

The echoing silence broke when the bugler sounded taps. Lieutenant Blake Landon stood at attention, his eyes narrowed against the bright morning sun. The chaplain's words of honor, bravery and sacrifice rolled over him like the gentle breeze, teasing, hinting but not really making an impact.

There was no mention of Phil's sense of humor, of how he always carried a rubber snake on missions to break the tension. That he'd hit a McDonald's the minute they were stateside for a bagful of French fries. The chaplain didn't know that before jumping from a plane, Phil always kissed his mother's picture, then rubbed a rabbit foot. He wouldn't mention Phil's love for the beach. It didn't matter how godforsaken hot their assignment might have been, the minute he was off duty, he'd hit the beach—sun, surf and girls in bikinis. He'd often said those were his reward for getting shot at on a regular basis.

But that wasn't the Phil they were honoring right now.

Here, at Arlington National Cemetery, Lieutenant Phil Hawkins was a soldier. Here, the sacred tradition of honoring the noble warrior focused on service, dedication and sacrifice to country.

The entire SEAL platoon in attendance, Blake stood shoulder to shoulder with his team. His squadmates. The men he served with, fought with, trained with. Prepared to offer up the ultimate sacrifice for their country.

Later tonight, they'd all celebrate Phil, the man. Their squadmate, buddy, friend. The Joker.

He clenched his jaw, his eyes glancing off the flag-draped casket, then shifting to the distant trees again when the captain began the ritual of folding the red, white and blue material. As the chaplain offered his final words of comfort, the captain gently placed the folded flag into Mrs. Hawkins's hands.

Blake's focus locked on that triangle of fabric and didn't waver as the funeral finished. The people around him moved, shifted, left. He didn't. He couldn't.

They'd gone through BUDS training together. He, Phil and Cade. All cocky as hell, all determined to push their limits, to be superheroes. The Three Amigos, the rest of the team had called them. Inseparable.

Now permanently separated.

A large, beefy man joined him, scattering his thoughts. Grateful for the distraction, Blake directed his attention to the admiral. His hair as white and gleaming as his uniform, the older man topped Blake's own six feet by at least two inches.

"Lieutenant," Admiral Pierce greeted quietly. "I know this is a hard loss for you and your team. You have my sympathies."

"Thank you, sir," Blake said, his words stiff as he watched Phil's mom softly smooth her fingers over the folded flag, as if running her fingers over her son's cheek. Blake cringed when she lost it, her slender shoulders shaking as she sobbed into the triangle.

Desperate for distance, he ripped his gaze away. He looked at the trees. Oaks, mighty and strong, stood tall. Symbolic, probably. But he was having trouble finding solace.

"It never gets easier," the admiral said.

"Should it?" Blake asked, looking at the older man. His superior. His trainer. His mentor.

"No." The admiral glanced over at the trees. He sighed, then looked at Blake again. "No. But it's something you'll revisit. One way or another. Make sure you don't let it get in your way."

Just like that? Blake wanted to protest. To call bullshit on it being that easy to simply push the loss of his comrade, his friend, aside. But years of training, the respect he had for the man who'd recruited him to the SEALs, eliminated that thought almost before it formed. Instead, he inclined his head to indicate he'd handle it.

Clearly expecting exactly that, the admiral nodded. Then he cast an assessing glance around the graveside.

"Lieutenant Commander," the admiral called, his words carrying over the gentle grasses and soft murmur of the milling crowd.

Cade Sullivan, Blake's team commander and the third amigo, subtly came to attention. With a quiet word and a brush of his hand over Mrs. Hawkins's shoulder, he turned and strode across the lawn.


"I'm assigning your men leave."

Blake and Cade exchanged looks. All it took was two seconds, a slight furrow of the brow and a shift of their shoulders to know both men were in perfect accord. They didn't want to go on leave.


"Two weeks R&R, effective immediately."

For the second time since joining the navy—and both in the space of the last few minutes—Blake wanted to protest an order. He didn't want time off. He needed distraction. Work. A mission. Preferably one that included blowing up large buildings and letting loose vast amounts of ammo.

Fury was like a storm, brewing and stewing inside him.

It needed an outlet. The shooting range would work. Or the base gym.

As if reading his thoughts, the admiral inclined his head, offered a stern look and added, "You've just finished a tense mission, and lost one of your own. I hope you have places off base to stay, as I'll be leaving word at the gate that you're on inactive duty until September seventeenth."

For a second, Cade's usual charming facade cracked, the same anger Blake was dealing with showing in the other man's vivid green eyes. In an instant, it disappeared, and his smile—the one that lulled friend and foe alike into thinking he was a nice guy—flashed.

"Looks like it's time for a trip home. My father will be thrilled. Thank you, sir. I'm sure the team will be excited about the R&R."

You had to admire Cade's talent for lying. The man had a way with sincerity that, when added to that smile, was pure gold. At least it was if you weren't the one he was conning. The truth was, the team was going to be pissed, Cade hated visiting home and his father hated having him there. Yet the guy still smiled as if he'd just been pinned with the Congressional Medal of Honor.

That's why Phil had always called Cade Slick. Blake was Boy Scout. By the book, a goody-goody, his whole life was focused on being prepared. On being the best SEAL he could be. And Phil? He'd been the Joker. The last thing he'd said before that bomb had blown him in two? Knock knock.

Knock knock.

Jaw clenched, Blake glared at the sleek black lines of the casket.

Cade excused himself to inform the other men of their spiffy little vacation, leaving Blake and the admiral standing alone. The rest of the mourners were dispersing, civilians leaning against each other, shoulders low as they made their way across the lawn.

"Landon?" the admiral prodded. As if there was any option. Cade, like the admiral, was Blake's superior. He'd accepted the order, so it was a done deal.

"I'm sure I can find something to do," he said quietly. Not go home. He was less welcome in the trailer park he'd been raised in than Cade was at his big fancy mansion.

The guys were meeting later at JR's, the local bar and dance club Phil had favored. After that, Blake would go back to California. Drive up the coast, check out Alcatraz, the Golden Gate. Anything.

"I'll see you on the fifteenth."

Blake frowned. "I thought we were ordered off base until the seventeenth."

Had he misunderstood? Hell, it was only two days, but he'd take them.

"My retirement party. I expect you there. You can meet my daughter." With that, a stern smile and a clap to the shoulder that would have put a lesser man a foot into the ground, the admiral strode off.

Leaving Blake to contemplate those last words.

Meet the admiral's daughter?


Hot. Hot. Hot.

There were a lot of things to be grateful for in life. Good friends. A healthy body. Chocolate-covered caramel.

All good.

But not nearly as good as the sight of a gorgeous, mostly undressed man. The kind of man who made a woman very aware of all her girlie parts.

The one striding along the water's edge was that kind of guy, Alexia Pierce's girlie parts assured her. Gorgeous, built and, since he seemed oblivious to the women he left panting in his wake, as humble as he was hot.

Tall, she'd bet his body lined up perfectly with her five-ten frame. Long legs ate up the sand as he strode toward the ocean, his deliciously broad shoulders straight, his flat belly framed by a tapered waist. He had that sleek, muscled look that said he could kick some ass, but didn't have the bodybuilder bulk that screamed mirror-whore.

Dark hair, a little too short for her taste, had just a hint of curl. She wrapped her finger around one of her own ringlets, figuring a guy who fought the wave would have a little sympathy when humid days made her look like a demented poodle. She couldn't see his eyes from this distance, but he had those dark, intense brows that made guys look ferociously sexy. Either blessed genetics or the summer sun had washed his body with a pale golden hue.

She wondered if he was just as golden beneath those summer-blue swim trunks. Was it too much to hope a big wave would help out in giving her a peek?

C'mon, waves.

The guy was a potent combination, guaranteed to make a strong, independent woman whimper with desire. At least, in her own mind.

As she mentally whimpered, Alexia shaded her eyes against the bright arcs of sunlight reflecting off the Pacific and interfering with her view of the gorgeous specimen of manhood as he dived into the ocean.

She actually envied the water as it slid over that rock-hard body.

"Want a towel?"

"Hmm?" she murmured, absently taking the soft fabric that was handed to her. Frowning, she glanced at the red beach towel, then at her brother. "What's this for?"

"To wipe your chin."

"Goof." She laughed, tossing the towel back at him before sitting back on her beach chair, her toes digging into the warm sand. "That's sweat from the sun. I'm not used to it being this warm the second week of September."

Or, admittedly, to seeing a man sexy enough to make her sit up and drool.

"Right. It's the heat." Michael was a master at sarcasm, his words as dry as the sand beneath their feet. "Aren't you in a relationship?"

Even as Alexia waved that question away with a flick of her wrist, she yanked her gaze from the water. She didn't know why. Even if she were in a relationship, looking wasn't cheating. And at this point, she and Edward were just colleagues who'd dated a few times. Friends—without benefits. Buddies, even.

"Not so much in a relationship as considering one. Dancing around it, maybe," she admitted. More like trying to justify pushing herself into taking a handful of dates and a solid friendship and making them something more.

Something bigger. Of course, she'd been trying to talk herself into it for three months now. If there was one thing Alexia was good at, it was talking. "I don't know what we are, to be honest."

Michael tilted his red sunglasses down to peer at her. His eyes were the same dark, depthless brown as her own, but he was blessed with thick lashes while she was stuck relying on volumizing mascara. It'd be so easy to hate him for that. "You moved across the country for a guy. That says relationship to me."

Alexia lifted her bottle of water and sipped, her eyes sliding back to the ocean. All she could see of the swimmer was the occasional elbow. Why did that turn her on so much more than the idea of seeing all of Edward, naked?

Which was the problem in a nutshell. She liked everything about Edward. The man was brilliant, one of the foremost scientists specializing in psychoacoustics. She'd studied under him for two years when he was in New York, before he'd moved to California to take over the Science Institute. They had a lot in common, enjoyed each other's company and always had a ton to talk about.

The only problem was, she wasn't sexually attracted to him. And she couldn't imagine a relationship without sex. Without heat. Excitement and orgasms and spontaneous wall-banging releases. Those were as high on her relationship list as honesty and communication.

"I moved across the country for a once-in-a-lifetime job. That says career to me," she said as she dug her bottle back into the sand. "This position is off-the-charts exciting. I'll be doing in-depth research into correcting and enhancing sexual recovery for abuse victims by means of subliminal messaging, neurolinguistic programming and brain-wave technology. And get to be the face of the Reclaiming Yourself project. I'll meet with investors, promote the project and make a difference in how it's perceived by the press."

"You're an acoustical physicist with a minor in psychology. How does that translate into PR shill?"

Alexia grimaced at her brother's irritated tone.

"Show a little more enthusiasm, why don't you," she said, swiping her towel at him. "It got me back to California, so you should be grateful. Investors want to talk to someone directly involved who is working on the project. I'm better at the social stuff than Edward is, and since the project focuses more on female sexuality, it's better to have a woman front and center."

"In other words, Dr. Darling isn't as good at talking sex as you are?"

Alexia grinned, but as the words sank in, her smile dimmed. Yeah. Edward was great at the science of sex. But talking about it? Doing it? She wasn't so sure.

"I'm just giving you a bad time. I really am excited that you're back home," Michael said, patting her shoulder. He gave her a cheeky look. "With you here, publicly talking sex all the time, the heat's going to be off me with the parents. So thank Dr. Darling for me, 'kay?"

Alexia's smile disappeared completely.

"They're going to have a fit, aren't they?" she murmured.


By the time she'd started third grade, Alexia had known three things. One, that she was much, much smarter than the average bear. Two, that she didn't quite fit in anywhere—not with kids her age, not with the agenda her parents lined up for her and not with what her child psychologist had deemed society's norms. And three, that her father would never love her. After a few years of exploiting the first while trying to hide the second, she'd finally realized that there was nothing she could do about the third. At thirteen, with a slew of academic awards, a couple of skipped grades and a social calendar filled with normal, acceptable, shoot-me-now-I'm-going-crazy boring activities, she'd done a tight one-eighty.

She'd stopped socializing and started failing classes. She'd turned to fatty food and sugar for comfort. She'd explored more ways to numb herself than she liked to remember. And to this day, she wasn't sure if her father had noticed any of that.

But he had noticed when, at sixteen, she'd been picked up by the base MPs, drunk and half-naked with an ensign thirteen years her senior. That'd been the second turning point in her short life. Her father's fury hadn't mattered. His blustering and disgust had barely dented her hangover. Seeing that, the admiral had proceeded to show her once and for all where she got her brains. In an ice-cold voice, he'd promised that the next time she stepped out of line, she'd be out of his house and no longer a part of the family. She'd shrugged, saying that she didn't care. He'd nodded, as if he'd expected exactly that response, before adding he'd then send Michael to boarding school overseas.

Michael. The one person who loved Alexia. Who accepted and celebrated her. Who she'd be cut off from until he was eighteen, if their father had any say in it.

Yep. The admiral was a scary man.

"Don't stress about it," Michael said quietly, clearly tracking her trip down memory lane. "Mom's thrilled you're back and Dad will come around eventually. They might not like what you're talking about, but the prestige of seeing you on TV, hearing you're at the big fancy billionaire parties like any good socialite will bring them around."

"Sure, as long as they ignore the part about me publicly talking sex." Alexia sighed. As much as she wanted to be tough and emotionless when it came to their parents, a part of her still craved—with the desperation of a small child—that approval. But she couldn't—wouldn't—change who she was to get it.

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Product Details

  • Mass Market Paperback: 224 pages
  • Publisher: Harlequin (January 22, 2013)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0373797427
  • ISBN-13: 978-0373797424
  • Product Dimensions: 4.1 x 0.6 x 6.7 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 4 ounces
  • Average Customer Review: 4.2 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (829 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #296,152 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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Tawny Weber's A Seal's Seduction was un-put-downable! A story like this one is why that phrase even exists. I loved the emotion that coursed throughout the entire story and how well the author portrayed both main characters and their individual inner turmoil that kept them from their happily-ever-after.

From the start we get a good look at the strained relationship between Alexia and her father, a highly respected and rather strict U.S. Navy Admiral. With that in mind the story starts off with Scientist Alexia Lane meeting Navy SEAL Lieutenant Black Landon while at the beach soaking up some So-Cal sun alongside her brother. There is an immediate attraction between the two that is later visited when they accidentally meet at Alexia's favorite hang out. There's no fighting the attraction no matter the fact that she refuses to date a uniformed man. Both desperate to make a connection with one another, they fail to share more than their names and are soon pushing the spark of interest they share into a full on flame of desire. This quickly leads to disappointment and hurt when Alexia finally does discover exactly who Blake is and, just as importantly, who his CO is. The deep rift between Alexia and her father fuel the conflict of her seeing Blake as anything other than a fling, no matter what her heart says. As the story continues the stakes rise and both are forced to look deeper within in order to move forward with any of the relationships in their lives.

For most of the story it was an up-hill battle for both main characters. Real problems were thrown in their path with no easy solution yet they found a way to surpass their hang-ups in a way that pulled me into their story wholeheartedly.
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A SEAL's Seduction by Tawny Weber is a sexy, thrilling romp!

Alexia Lane has just moved back to San Diego to start a new job in a science lab, much to her parent's chagrin. She spent her childhood as a Navy brat, constantly moving whenever her father, an admiral, was relocated. Rebellious as a teenager she made one specific rule for herself: she would not fall in love with a military man.

Blake Landon is a highly trained and highly decorated Navy SEAL under Alexia's father's command. He has just lost a fellow member of his team who also happened to be one of his best friends and is having a difficult time adjusting. He finds himself on leave for two weeks and runs into Alexia first at the beach and then at a local bar. The sparks fly each time they meet and they wind up spending a few VERY steamy days together.

Alexia is a stickler for open, honest communication and feels betrayed by Blake not disclosing the details of his career during their time together. He finds that he has feelings for her too late...and they are separated for months until he is asked to go on a solitary mission to help save her from a crazy tyrant.

Both Alexia and Blake are stubborn, smart and loyal. They both work in the communications field and excel at their jobs, but then find out how hard it is to openly communicate when their feelings and hormones get in the way. Their chemistry together is unbelievably hot...and their struggles to bring each other into their day-to-day lives is realistic given their careers. I enjoyed their humorous banter and only wish that the story was a bit longer so we could find out what the future holds for these two intriguing people.

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If you are going to write about a branch of the military, especially a special forces unit, you should work to GET IT RIGHT! Navy Seals are SAILORS. They are not soldiers, SAILORS are never referred to as soldiers.. Army Rangers, Green Berets and Delta Force are soldiers. The Marsoc are the Marines special forces and they are Marines. and the Air Force Pararescue forces and are called Airmen. Please get it right.

Where were the editors? This is a Harlequin Book and no one caught this glaring error? You lost me immediately. . Author, please do your research.
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I'll say it right out of the box. The only thing that really bothered me about this book was the fact that Alexia kept referring to Blake as a soldier. Blake was a Navy SEAL. Anyone in the Navy is referred to as a sailor. Soldiers are in the Army; marines are in the Marine Corps; airmen are in the Air Force. Call it a foible but it drove me crazy.

That being said, I actually enjoyed the book. It was interesting to see how long it would take Alexia to discover that Blake was exactly what she didn't want in a man...military...like her father. You manage to develop a healthy dislike for the admiral. He's lifetime Navy and expects a certain behavior from his children however, neither Alexia or her brother Michael, who happens to be gay, seem to be able to fit into the admirals mold. You seem to think that way about Alexia's mother until she eventually shows a kinder side toward the end of the book.

It's definitely worth the read but you just have to get past the soldier reference.
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I thoroughly enjoy romances in which one of the character's is in the military. I thought this was actually a decent read, in spite of my disdain for insta-love and/or insta-attraction. But 3 stars is all I could give it, and really I'm leaning towards 2.5 stars. This was a freebie on Amazon and a quickie. I didn't mind the plot though it was a bit farfetched (speaking as an Army brat). And the sex scenes were quite steamy. The book starts off with Blake's grieving over a fallen comrade, but the author never goes in to detail as to HOW he actually grieves and manages to get over his friend's death. Once Blake meets Alexia the second time, his depression all but disappears. The romance moved extremely too fast. (Sidebar: I'm noticing a trend in authors that don't want to develop in-depth plot lines: just speed everything up). I'm all for fantasy, that's part of the allure of reading romances, BUT: falling in love in a week; then getting into a major argument which causes the parties to not communicate for 8 months; after which Alexia is mysteriously kidnapped, causing Blake to rescue her; which in turn, allows Alexia and Blake to rekindle their romance? Umm. Impossible and as I've mentioned before in previous reviews, I'm highly gullible.

Instead of developing a credible romance, which this book had so much to potential to be, the author got lazy and haphazardly mashed various of subplots together. The book never really came together for me and I ended up disliking Alexia because of her inability to not give a damn about her unsupportive family. As much as she tried to be independent, she kept coming back to take more crap from her mother and father. And Blake just didn't seem fully developed for me.
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