Welcome to my stop during the virtual book tour of The Angel and the SEAL organized by
Goddess Fish Promotions. Petie McCarty will be awarding a $10 Amazon or B/N gift card to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour as well as 3 ebook copies of No Cowboys No Angels, Book 2 in the series. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.
The Angel and the SEAL . . . a cozy mystery with romantic suspense from the Mystery Angel Romances series. An angel hidden in every book waiting for you to figure out who . . .
Navy SEAL Sean MacKay's teammate is murdered after stealing a deadly nerve-gas formula from Syrian terrorists. Naval Intelligence believes MacKay's teammate was a traitor and shipped the stolen formula to his sister in the states for safekeeping. MacKay is given orders to find the sister before the terrorists do and to retrieve the stolen formula at all costs.Read an Excerpt:
Foreclosure looms for Cory Rigatero as she fights to keep her rustic resort near Mt. St. Helens afloat after her brother deserted her to join the SEAL Teams. Cory's whole world dives into a tailspin when Sean MacKay shows up at her resort with the news of her brother's death and the wild suspicion her brother may have sent her traitorous classified documents. No way will Cory trust MacKay -- the man who once seduced her and then vanished into the night without a trace.
Mac had almost made it back to his cabin when he heard Garth’s frantic bark again. The sound hadn’t come from the lake, and Garth wasn’t out hunting night critters as Mac had earlier suspected. This bark echoed from the area near the barn.
“Garth!” Mac hollered into the night.
Two harsh barks burst in rapid succession from the dog. A long, piercing howl swiftly followed.
Worried the dog might be in trouble, Mac sprinted for the barn, surprised to find all the doors shut. He heaved one of the large double doors open, and Garth bounded out, almost knocking him over.
Mac stepped into the darkness of the barn and called out, “Vern? You in here?”
He squatted down to Garth’s level and suffered a couple face licks. “How did you get shut up in the barn?” He ruffled the dog’s ears and noted the big canine appeared slightly unsteady on his feet. “You okay, boy?”
Garth wagged his tail, and Mac led him out into the moonlight for a better look. A scream ripped through the night air and stopped them both.
Mac hauled ass for the main house with Garth huffing hard alongside, already winded and laboring to stay on Mac’s heels. Something had happened to the big dog, but he couldn’t worry about that now.
The two tore through the border of the side garden. Mac spied the kitchen door to the main house standing wide open and raced that direction.
A second scream sliced through the air. This one sounded closer to the front of the house, and Mac changed course to race in that direction. Garth stayed straight and bounded through the open kitchen door as Mac cleared the front corner on the house.
He stumbled when he caught sight of a man in dark clothes and a black hoodie half-carrying, half-dragging Cory down the front steps with a knife to her throat. Mac skidded silently into the rhododendron bushes lining the porch. The assailant hissed over his shoulder to someone behind him.
Okay. Two tangos.
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Petie shares her home on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee with her horticulturist husband and an opinionated Nanday conure named Sassy who made a cameo appearance in No Angels for Christmas.
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