Title: Treasure Island SEAL
Series: Sunset SEALs #3
Author: Sharon Hamilton
Genre: Military Romantic Suspense
Release Date: April 28, 2020
Blurb
Navy SEAL Ned Silver is lured to the Florida gulf coast by the friend of his fathers, a former Navy diver now turned treasure hunter. Between deployments, S.O. Silver is addicted to adventure, and searching for pirate booty is right up his alley. What he hasnât counted on is that his net has also captured a local mermaid.
Madison Montgomery has done freelance underwater modeling and film work, but sheâs also an experienced scuba diver. Between jobs, she tends a salty beach bar catering to whatever the sea blows in. Sheâs unprepared when her heart is hooked on the muscled beach bum sheâs hired to work with on a treasure dive.
As their underwater love affair smolders like a hyperbaric welding torch, the pair will have to discover who is captain and who is First Mate.
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Excerpt
âI havenât been to this side of Florida before, itâs nice,â Ned muttered.
âIâve spent most my time on the other coast to be honest. But I love the gulf side much better. Warmer I think, more temperate. And itâs slower. I mean, we got lots of tourism here, no question about it. But itâs happier, you know what I mean?â
Ned stared straight ahead as the bridge dead-ended into a small two lane boulevard, heading north and south along the beach.
âThis here is Gulf Boulevard, for obvious reasons. You have your beachside properties and then you have your inland properties which sometimes are on a waterway. In any direction youâre no more than five or six blocks from some body of water. I think thatâs why I like itâ
Noonan turned right and headed north. Ned saw glimpses of turquoise water and white beaches in between two story rental units and occasionally a large condo complex. Along the way it was dotted with beach shops and rental agencies, renting everything from vacation cabins to surfboards, golf carts and beach bicycles. He passed a lot of ice cream stores. There were shops on both sides of the road selling fishing and beach gear, flip-flops, bathing suits, tanning lotion, and a couple of Taqueriaâs with open air palapas just like Ned had seen in Mexico. There were lots of fish and chips places, a smattering of outdoor bars with brightly-colored umbrellas. Occasionally they had to stop between lights to allow couples or families to cross the road, usually towing a canvas wagon filled with towels and equipment.
They also passed several groups of walkers, and occasionally a tandem bicycle. Ned felt himself starting to relax, even though Noonan was quick to hit on the gas and slow to hit the brakes.
âSee? Nothing fancy, but not too shabby, either.â
They turned left down a paved road that ended at the edge of a wooden bridge over the sand dunes. It was the Treasure Island beach access trail. Off to the side was an alleyway, unpaved, just wide enough to accommodate two cars passing. On both sides of the path were smaller shacks, some of them well-painted, and others left to the sea's devices. Vacation rental signs hung in most of the yards or attached to the upper eve of the houses, colorfully lettered in bright Caribbean paint, with names like Peteâs Paradise and Lauraâs Lair, with pictures of fish, starfish, and mermaids adorning fences and sides of buildings. Newnan pulled into the driveway of a tiny pink house that sat right on the beach.
âIt isnât much, I warn you. This place is going to get torn down, and the owner has plans to build a McMansion, sort of triplex building. He wants to live upstairs and rent out down below. But for now, this place is vacant and it has a little bit of furniture. I hope you like it. And the price is right.â He said as he exited the truck.
Ned ran right behind the pirate, his canvas slip-ons crunching on the white mixture of crushed shells and stones. Noonan produced a set of keys and unlocked the front door, which was slightly warped, causing Noonan to have to lean into it hard with his shoulder. At the second try, it gave way and let them enter, but part of the door trim had cracked.
Inside, the house smelled of mildew, but Ned thought it was nothing that a few open windows could take care of. It hadnât been updated in many years. That surprised him, because Ned thought all these beach properties saw themselves underwater every few years due to the storms. But this one looked like it had survived many seasons of winters and lots of fall hurricanes.
âHome sweet home, kid.â
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Author Bio
NYT and USA/Today Bestselling Author Sharon Hamiltonâs SEAL Brotherhood series have earned her author rankings of #1 in Romantic Suspense, Military Romance and Contemporary Romance. Her other Brotherhood stand-alone series are: Bad Boys of SEAL Team 3, Band of Bachelors, True Blue SEALs, Nashville SEALs, and the Bone Frog Brotherhood.
Her SEALs and former SEALs have invested in two wineries and a brewery in Sonoma County, which have become part of the new stories. But old characters keep returning to all the newer books.
Sharon also writes sexy paranormals in two series: Golden Vampires of Tuscany and The Guardians.
A lifelong organic vegetable and flower gardener, Sharon and her husband live in the Wine Country of Northern California, where most of her stories take place.
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