Locked, Loaded and SEALed

  A navy SEAL sniper turned bodyguard, he’ll protect his target…at any cost…

  The SEAL’s secret assignment had been to protect a certain important doctor. But when the man is murdered, Austin Foley’s mission changes. The navy sniper must now protect the doctor’s protégé, the irresistible Sophia Grant, at any cost. For Sophia has information that could endanger the entire country. There’s only one problem: Sophia has no idea what those secrets are.

  With lethal terrorists on their heels, Austin and Sophia must embark on a covert operation. But it will mean placing Sophia even more in harm’s way—a sacrifice not even the steel-hearted SEAL may be able to make.

  Red, White and Built

  “Thank you. I really don’t know what I would’ve done—or where I’d be now—if you hadn’t appeared.”

  He knew where she’d be about now—sitting under some hot light, probably tied up and getting interrogated by some very bad people. He would never allow that to happen to her.

  He’d been too late to protect her friend, but not too late to protect Sophia. Now that he’d met the woman with the sad childhood and the hard shell, he’d do anything to keep her safe.

  He’d never kept anything from his superiors before, but he just might want to conceal his crazy attraction for Sophia. They didn’t need to know, even though he wouldn’t let his emotions get the better of him.

  That had happened only once.

  LOCKED,

  LOADED AND

  SEALED

  Carol Ericson

  Carol Ericson is a bestselling, award-winning author of more than forty books. She has an eerie fascination for true-crime stories, a love of film noir and a weakness for reality TV, all of which fuel her imagination to create her own tales of murder, mayhem and mystery. To find out more about Carol and her current projects, please visit her website at www.carolericson.com, “where romance flirts with danger.”

  Books by Carol Ericson

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  Red, White and Built

  Locked, Loaded and SEALed

  Target: Timberline

  Single Father Sheriff

  Sudden Second Chance

  Army Ranger Redemption

  In the Arms of the Enemy

  Brothers in Arms: Retribution

  Under Fire

  The Pregnancy Plot

  Navy SEAL Spy

  Secret Agent Santa

  Harlequin Intrigue Noir

  Toxic

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  CAST OF CHARACTERS

  Sophia Grant—A physical therapy student with a troubled past, she finally has her life on track until her friend and mentor is murdered and she’s thrust into the middle of a terrorist plot. Now she has to overcome her trust issues and place her faith in a sexy navy SEAL sniper who may disappear from her life faster than he appeared.

  Austin Foley—A navy SEAL sniper, Austin is sent stateside on a covert mission to protect a former informant. When that informant winds up dead, Austin must shift his focus to protecting the damaged woman who could hold the key to a terrorist attack…and the key to his heart.

  Dr. Hamid Fazal—This doctor was whisked out of Pakistan when he provided intel to the United States about a terrorist, but he was tracked down in the United States and murdered, leaving a mystery and a terrified friend.

  Peter Patel—Dr. Fazal’s friend sets off a chain reaction of events that ends in the death of his friend and a looming catastrophe.

  Ginny Faraday—Dr. Fazal’s receptionist is an innocent bystander, but even innocent bystanders aren’t safe from terrorist plots.

  Tyler Cannon—After just one date with Sophia, he already seems ready and willing to be there for her—a little too ready and willing.

  Vlad—A sniper for the insurgents during the Gulf War dogged Austin’s sniper team at every turn; has his mission morphed into a personal vendetta?

  Ariel—The mysterious person on the other end of an email address giving orders to Austin on his mission is willing to circumvent the rules in her quest to bring down Vlad at all costs.

  For all the military wives who keep it together

  Contents

  Prologue

  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

  Epilogue

  Excerpt from After the Dark by Cynthia Eden

  Prologue

  A possible target came into view and a bead of sweat rolled down Austin Foley’s face and dripped off his chin. It wasn’t the mission making him sweat, even though technically the SEALs weren’t supposed to be operating in Pakistan; it was the heat rising from his rooftop hideaway, even in the dead of night. The corner of his mouth lifted. He had full confidence in the mission—he always did.

  He adjusted his .300 Win Mag slightly to the left, repositioning the target in his crosshairs. The man in his sights had just slipped around the corner of a whitewashed building and stepped around a whirlwind of sand in his path—and his path led to the Jeep parked in front of Dr. Hamid Fazal’s house.

  “I have eyes on a suspected target. How’s it looking, Grayson?”

  Chip Grayson, his spotter, sucked in a breath. “It’s that guy who just came around the corner, right?”

  “That’s our man, and he’s heading for the Jeep and Fazal’s house. Is the doctor out yet?”

  “Not yet. Do you see a weapon?”

  “Nope, but I don’t see his hands.”

  “Movement at the front door. Whaddya got, Foley? Do or die time?”

  Austin let out a measured breath, the man in the crosshairs his whole world, the man’s movements determining Austin’s next step and the target’s own fate. The suspect turned his head to the side once. Austin blinked. Another drop of sweat plopped to the gravel on the rooftop.

  “Fazal’s at the door, outside, weapons up.”

  “The rescue team can’t see our guy yet, which means nobody has a clear shot.”

  “Except you.”

  “Got that right.”

  “Are you gonna take it?”

  “Patience, my man. He could be a friend coming to say goodbye to Fazal.”

  “Except nobody’s supposed to know he’s leaving, especially not in the company of a navy SEAL team.”

  The man hunched forward suddenly and Austin’s finger tightened on the trigger, the action an extension of his brain. The suspect couldn’t have a gun. He wouldn’t be ducking if he wanted to shoot.

  The target pulled his hand from a pocket, clutching something dark and pear-shaped. Austin’s jaw tensed as he recognized the object. The man reached for the grenade with his other hand.

  Austin took the shot. “Got him.”

  The man jerked and fell, the grenade dropping from h
is hand and rolling away from his body.

  Grayson got on the radio to the team now assisting Dr. Fazal into the Jeep. After acknowledging Grayson’s communication, one of the SEALs broke away and approached the dead man on the street.

  A movement on top of a building across the way caught Austin’s attention. With his scope, he zeroed in on the sniper raising his rifle and aiming at the SEAL in the street.

  Austin took him out...and the fight was on.

  Chapter One

  Sixteen months later

  The soles of Sophia’s sneakers squeaked on the slick cement floor of the parking structure. She hit the key fob and her trunk popped open. As she swung her bag into the car, it fell on its side, scattering the contents across the carpeted trunk.

  She huffed out a breath and hunched over to collect her junk—a hastily wrapped leftover sandwich from lunch, a dog-eared paperback...and Dr. Fazal’s files.

  “Damn.” She must’ve swept them up by mistake in her rush to leave the office. She checked the time on her cell phone clutched in her hand, and grimaced. She’d planned to leave work a little early so she could get ready for her date tonight, but Dr. Fazal had wanted her to look up something for him and one thing had led to another, which it usually did with Hamid, including a stop at the pharmacy on her way out. Now she had to return these files to him since he was burning the midnight oil and might need them.

  She hadn’t disappointed her mentor’s faith in her yet and didn’t plan on starting now. His belief in her these past months had been the highlight of her year—hell, the highlight of her sorry life.

  She grabbed the folders, shoved the rest of the stuff back into the canvas bag and slammed the trunk shut. As she turned with the folders pressed to her chest, a car squealed around the corner from the parking level above hers.

  She jumped back, coughing on the exhaust the old beater left in its wake. The car had sped past her and was already too far down the aisle for its driver to benefit from a choice hand gesture from her, so she just shook her head.

  Grinning, she shoved that hand into the pocket of her sweater. Dr. Fazal had been helping her curb her temper, too. In fact, the doctor had been like the father she’d never had. So, she had no problem going back up to the office to return his files—even if it did make her late for her date.

  She hadn’t been having much luck with the guys from that internet dating site anyway, although she had high hopes for Tyler.

  The elevator settled on her floor, and she stood to the side as the doors opened in case anyone was coming out, not that she expected people hanging around the office building at this late hour. Dr. Fazal stayed late most nights.

  Due to the emptiness of the building, the elevator car sped upward without stopping once. Sophia got off on the fourth floor and almost tripped over Norm’s bucket.

  Two doors down from the elevator, Norm looked up from his mop. “Sorry, Sophia. I thought you just left.”

  “I left a while ago, but I had to make a stop at the pharmacy downstairs and then got all the way to my car before I realized I forgot something. I’m assuming Dr. Fazal is still here.”

  “I just got up to this floor. Heard someone on the stairs a little while ago, and thought it was you. Maybe it was the doc.” He returned to his bucket and dredged the mop in the soapy water. “Make sure you walk where it’s dry.”

  “I will.” She jingled her office keys in her hand as she made a wide berth around the wet linoleum.

  Maybe Dr. Fazal left early tonight, and since he didn’t call her about the files, he hadn’t missed them. He had seemed distracted all day, for a few days actually, so maybe he’d decided to call it quits.

  She strode to the last office on the left, where Dr. Fazal had his orthopedic practice. Leaning into the door, she tried the handle first. He’d locked up since she left.

  “Dr. Fazal?” She tapped on the heavy door. Then she inserted her key and pushed it open.

  He’d turned off the lights in the reception area, but a glow beyond the front desk area gave her hope. “Hello? I’m back.”

  She ducked beside a table where someone had fanned out all the magazines from the rack and stacked them together. Ginny from the front desk usually straightened up the reception area on her way out of the office. Sophia dropped the magazines into different slots on the wall rack and opened the door that led to the offices in the back.

  The quiet suddenly unnerved her. Hamid must’ve gone home. She stepped through the door and the toe of her shoe kicked something on the floor. She dropped her gaze and her eyebrows collided over her nose as she nudged the stapler with her foot. Licking her lips, she peered around the corner to the front desk area where Ginny ruled the roost during the day.

  Her heart slammed against her chest as she jumped back from the chaos that marred Ginny’s typically orderly work area. Someone had whipped open all the drawers, and the contents of those drawers had spilled over onto the floor. The overhead bins yawned open, discharging their contents in a humble-jumble mess.

  The hair on the back of her neck quivered, and she twisted her head over her shoulder, almost giving herself whiplash. Were the thieves still here? If they were looking for drugs, they could’ve targeted a better office.

  Swallowing hard, she took one step toward Dr. Fazal’s office and the exam rooms and paused with her head cocked to one side. Silence greeted her. They’d either left already or had heard her come in and were lying in wait, ready to pounce.

  Her gaze darted to the front door of the office, which had closed behind her. Her street sense told her the thieves had left the scene of the crime. Her street sense was also sending a shiver up her spine.

  She crept down the short hallway, trailing her fingers along the wall. She poked her head into exam room one, her jaw hardening. The intruders had rifled through this room, too...and the next.

  She continued her stealthy approach to Dr. Fazal’s office. He’d be devastated by the violence perpetrated against his practice. He’d come here to get away from the violence of his homeland.

  Holding her breath, she walked into his office. She released the breath with a sputter. Someone had ransacked the room. Papers were strewn all over, sofa cushions were pulled out and hastily stuffed back in place and the drawers of the credenza behind Dr. Fazal’s big desk stood open and half-empty.

  These people must be some stupid junkies to think they were going to find drugs in here—but then weren’t all junkies stupid? A heavy smell in the air made her shudder and close her eyes. Reaching for the phone, she stepped around his desk.

  She froze. Then she dropped to her knees beside Dr. Fazal crumpled on the carpet next to his chair.

  “Dr. Fazal! Hamid!” She curled her arm under his neck to raise his head and blood soaked the sleeve of her sweater. Blood—her subconscious had recognized the smell. One side of Hamid’s head had been blown away. She choked out a sob and her throat burned.

  The smell of gunpowder permeated the air. Why hadn’t she noticed it before? She sat back on her heels and another shock jolted her body—a gun lay next to Dr. Fazal’s hand.

  “No, no, no.” She shook her head. He never would’ve taken his own life. Why would he mess up his office first?

  She closed her eyes and dragged in a long breath. She didn’t like the police, didn’t trust the police, but right now she needed the police.

  * * *

  THE BOSTON PD COP, Officer Bailey, scratched his chin with the end of his pencil. “It looks like suicide, ma’am. There’s gunpowder residue on the doctor’s hand, the shot to the temple looks like it was done at close range.”

  “And the condition of the office?” Sophia brushed the hair out of her face with the back of her hand. “He ransacked his own office, ran back in here and shot himself because he couldn’t find a pencil? That’s ridiculous. And I already to
ld the detective that his computer’s missing.”

  “Had you noticed a change in his demeanor lately? Depressed?”

  “He was...” She pressed her lips together. She didn’t want to betray Dr. Fazal, but she didn’t want to withhold any information that might help the investigation into his murder—because this was a murder. “He’d been agitated the past few days, distracted.”

  “Was anyone hanging around the office? Disgruntled patients? Problems with the wife?”

  “Dr. Fazal was a widower. I already told the detectives.”

  “You have my card, Ms. Grant. The detectives on the case will have more questions for you later.” He circled his finger around the reception area where he’d been questioning her. The coroner hadn’t removed Dr. Fazal’s body from the office yet. “We’ll finish up here and barricade it as a crime scene. Are you expecting patients tomorrow?”

  “It’s Saturday. No. But I’ll call Ginny Faraday, our receptionist, to let her know what happened. She can start calling our patients.”

  The cop tapped his notebook. “That’s the name and number you gave me earlier?”

  “That’s right.” She hugged the framed picture she’d taken off the floor next to Dr. Fazal’s body.

  Officer Bailey noticed the gesture and pointed to the picture. “What’s that?”

  She turned it around to face him. “I-it’s a picture of Dr. Fazal congratulating me on an award I won last year.”

  “Was it in his office?”

  “On the floor. He must’ve knocked it over when he fell.” She pressed it to her chest again as one tear rolled down her cheek.

  “Sorry for your loss, ma’am. You can take that with you.”

  Bailey asked her a few more questions, double-checked her contact info and asked her if she wanted an escort to her car.

  “I do, thanks.” The cops might think Dr. Fazal had committed suicide, but she knew his killers were on the loose out there somewhere.

  Bailey called over another officer on the scene. “Nolan, can you walk Ms. Grant down to her car in the parking structure?”