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"I owe you one."

I didn’t realize when I said that to my Navy SEAL buddy he’d actually collect on the debt. Or that it could cost me my life.

I'm Brent Hearst, for God's sake. A member of the one percent. As in old family money. Yet somehow I'm standing here, smiling while there’s a gun strapped to my leg ruining the line of my Italian suit.

But my real issue isn’t with that gun. Oh, no. It’s my other weapon I can’t control when I’m around the sexy-as-sin brunette who might or might not be a spy. It seems I don’t care which while I’ve got her against the wall with my hand fisted in her hair.

Oh, and while I figure out if I’ve been sleeping with the enemy, I’ve also got to keep us both from being killed by a couple of gun-toting Russians.

No problem.

Billionaire for Hire is a full-length standalone contemporary romance, the first in the For Hire series by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cat Johnson. It is a loose spinoff from Cat Johnson's Hot SEALs series, with cameo appearances from favorite characters.

EXCERPT FROM BILLIONAIRE FOR HIRE

PLEASE ENJOY THIS EXCERPT FROM BILLIONAIRE FOR HIRE The GAPS office on N Street was small. Just two rooms on the ground floor. Nothing like the office building I owned. But it was conveniently located and all that Zane needed for now, I assumed. And speaking of needs—I was barely in the door when I was got an eyeful of Zane’s hottie receptionist. Damn. Seeing her provided a visceral reminder that I’d been too busy lately to handle some of my own more personal needs. Gorgeous and blonde with mile-long legs more suited for a runway than sitting behind Zane’s reception desk, she could fulfill all of a man’s fantasies, plus some. Not a surprise, really. Zane always did have an eye for pretty ladies. He apparently hadn’t changed even though he was now a married man. His taste for hot blondes obviously extended to his employees as well as wives. For obvious reasons I would never date any of my own employees—and sadly usually the only females I had time to talk to were in my employ—but there was nothing stopping me from dating Zane’s employee as far as I could see. As I walked in she glanced up […]

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EXCERPT

The GAPS office on N Street was small. Just two rooms on the ground floor. Nothing like the whole building I’d just purchased. But it was conveniently located and all that Zane needed for now, I assumed.

And speaking of needs—I was barely in the door when I was got an eyeful of Zane’s hottie receptionist.

Damn. Seeing her reminded me how I’d been much too busy with work to handle certain personal requirements lately.

Gorgeous and blonde with mile-long legs more suited for a runway than sitting behind Zane’s reception desk, she could fulfill all a man’s fantasies plus some. Not a surprise, really. Zane always did have an eye for pretty ladies. He apparently hadn’t changed even though he was now a married man.

His taste for hot blondes obviously extended to his employees as well as wives.

For obvious reasons I would never date any of my own employees—and sadly the only females I had time to talk to lately were in my employ—but there was nothing stopping me from dating Zane’s employee as far as I could see.

As I walked in she glanced up and smiled. “Good afternoon.”

I closed the door behind me and returned her smile.

“Good afternoon, yourself. I’m Brent. Brent Hearst.” Hand extended, I strode toward her. “We had the pleasure of bumping into each other here a couple of months ago, but we were never formally introduced.”

She stood and walked around the desk and I got a better look at those oh-so-long legs. At a couple of inches over six feet tall, it was rare for me to be eye-to-eye with a woman as I was now with her.

Although closer inspection revealed she wasn’t just tall, but also navigating four-inch pumps—and doing it as easily as if they were an extension of her own feet. Walking in heels was a female talent for which I had vast appreciation.

“Hi, I’m Chelsea. Nice to officially meet you, Mr. Hearst.” She shook my hand in a strong grasp.

That was another thing I liked on a woman—a nice firm grip. It could be useful for more than just shaking hands. I knocked that thought from my head as I held on to her hand.

“Call me Brent.” When I finally released my hold, I pulled a card out of my breast pocket and handed it to her. “And I do mean that. Call me. Maybe we could go out. For a meal or a drink. Whatever you’d like.”

Her blonde brows rose as she took the card. She opened her mouth but didn’t have a chance to speak before Zane appeared in the doorway of his office.

She turned her head to glance at her boss, her blonde hair bouncing as she did. “Um, Brent Hearst is here to see you.”

“Yes, so I see. And please ignore my friend’s poor judgment. He obviously doesn’t know what hands-off my office manager means.” Zane crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway, shooting me a glare.

“Hello, Zane.” Shoving hands in my pockets, I leaned close to Chelsea. “Ignore him. Call me.”

Zane was shaking his head as I walked passed him and entered his office.

I sprawled in a chair as he closed the door between us and the lovely Chelsea and walked around his big wooden desk.

“Nice desk.” I raised my gaze to meet his as he strode past. A desk that large had to be overcompensating for some shortcoming in the man seated behind it. I’d made sure my tone said just that.

He cocked a brow high as he settled in the big leather chair behind his big desk and leveled a stare on me. “You really don’t know when to quit, do you?”

“Not true. I do know. And I know that time hasn’t come yet.” I grinned.

He scowled and shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. She wouldn’t date you anyway.”

I rose quickly to his challenge. “How do you know that?”

“Because she’s too smart and independent to fall for your dubious charm.”

“Would you like to make a little wager on that?” There was nothing I liked better than a good bet.

“No, I would not.”

“Why not? Afraid you’d lose?” I asked.

“No. Because betting on your ability to bed my office manager is just plain wrong.”

I huffed out a breath, wondering when Zane had grown morals when it came to betting on women. He’d never had issues with it before.

It must be marriage. It had changed him and not for the better.

“Anyway, the reason I called,” he continued.

“Yes, why did you call?”

It certainly seemed it wasn’t so we could go out and have a good time together. And since he wasn’t going to let me have any fun with his receptionist I was really wondering why I’d taken the time to come over here.

“I need your help.” There was no more joking in his tone. Gone was my cocky, smart-ass friend and here instead was Zane the businessman. Or, more accurately, Zane the deadly serious SEAL.

I’d seen this side of him when he’d worked a case for me earlier in the year.

That the serious version of Zane was back was intriguing. That he wanted my help, even more so.

“You need my help?” I frowned. “On what?”

I mean, I could help him with business advice if he needed it, although his father could do that also. Then again, those two got along like oil and water. Or more like gasoline and fire.

My attention was redirected when a remote control in Zane’s hand turned on a flat screen television I hadn’t noticed hanging on the sidewall.

A couple of clicks of Zane’s fingers on his computer keyboard and the screensaver of the corporate logo displayed switched to what looked like a website.

A charity event page specifically.

“You have any connections with anyone at this thing?” Zane asked.

I read the name of the event and the not-for-profit it benefited and neither rang a bell. “Can I see who’s running it?”

Zane clicked some more and the names of the event committee and donors appeared and finally some of the guests.

It was like a who’s who of the rich and famous of the Hamptons. Actors. Designers. Celebrity chefs. Corporate moguls.

“Yeah. I know quite a few.”

“Think you could wrangle a ticket?”

“A ticket to this event?” I asked, surprised at the question.

He nodded.

“Probably. And why would I want to do that?”

It was a ten thousand dollar a head fundraiser being held at an estate in the Hamptons. One of those things where you attended because you had to, kissed a bunch of cheeks, ate tiny food from silver platters, drank strong drinks if you were lucky, and then left the moment the speeches by the organizers were done.

“Because I asked you to,” Zane began. I raised a brow and he continued, “and because you owe me one.”

It seemed Zane was going to keep me waiting yet again for information. I had more questions than ever but he was correct, I did owe him and apparently it was time to pay up.

“I can call and see. But why me and not you? You’ve got plenty of connections.” I would think having a senator for a father-in-law would open all sorts of doors for Zane.

“I already called and tried to get an invitation. Apparently it’s very exclusive and sold out—or so they claim. You think you can make the cut and get in?”

It sounded like a challenge. And the bastard knew I couldn’t resist that.

“Sure. No problem. But why do you want to go to this thing anyway?” I asked as I stood and pulled my cell out of my pocket, before sitting again.

I scrolled to my contact list while Zane watched me.

“The ticket is going to be for you, not me,” he informed me.

“Me?” I stopped my scrolling and glanced up, frowning. “Why me?”

“Very good question. I was going to attend myself. I still probably could wrangle a ticket if I threw around the senator’s name to the right people. But given how exclusive this event is, my muscling my way in would look odd. Your attendance, however, wouldn’t raise any suspicions.”

Zane was right. The Hearsts had a strong social footprint and plenty of real estate in the Hamptons. And I had a history of philanthropy. My wanting to attend wouldn’t raise any questions.

In fact, the only oddity in this whole situation was that someone from my family wasn’t already on the guest list or the planning committee.

I nodded my agreement. “Makes sense. That still doesn’t tell me why you want me to be at this thing.”

“I’ll explain that when you get off the call and have the ticket secured.”

“Full of intrigue, I see.” How SEAL-like of him. I drew in a breath. “All right. I’ll give it a try. And I suppose I’ll be footing the bill for this ticket?” I raised my gaze to his before going back to scroll through my contact list.

“Relax. GAPS will be covering your expenses.”

More and more interesting, but I could see I wasn’t getting any answers from him until I had proven I was worthy. And to do that, I needed an official invite to this event.

My path to getting a ticket was clear. I had a standing invitation to stay at my Uncle Bunky’s place in Bridgehampton anytime I wanted, but he didn’t have the pull socially to get me a ticket. My aunt, however, did.

I stopped at the number I’d sought and hit the screen to call.

“Hello?”

“Aunt Anne. It’s Brent.”

“Brent. Good to hear from you. It’s been too long since we’ve seen you.”

“It has. I was hoping to correct that and spend some time at Uncle Bunky’s.”

“That’s wonderful. You’ll have to visit us in Water Mill. We’re at the farm for the summer.”

Exactly what I wanted to hear. “I’d love that. Um, while I have you on the phone, do you know anything about the charity event next weekend?”

“The one being held at the Prentice place in Southampton?” she asked.

“That’s the one. I believe it’s to benefit a literacy not-for-profit. I’d love to attend. I need a focus for this year’s corporate donations and this charity is a perfect fit. But I heard the event’s sold out. They’re not letting anyone else in.”

“Pfft. We’ll see about that. How many tickets did you need?”

She’d reacted exactly as I’d hoped. It seemed no Hearst could resist the lure of a challenge.

“How many tickets do I need? Hmm, let me see.” I eyed Zane, looking for an answer. He held up one finger. “Just one should do it. It’s work so I won’t be bringing a date.”

“Smart boy. That way you can network . . . and flirt with all the pretty girls.”

“Exactly. You know me so well, Aunt Anne.”

“I should. I’ve known you your whole life. All right. I know the event chair. Let me make a phone call. Is this number the best one to call you back?” she asked.

“It is. I look forward to hearing from you. And thank you.”

“My pleasure.”

I disconnected the call and raised my gaze to Zane. “Now would you like to explain?”

“Do you have a ticket?” he asked.

“I will in a few minutes.”

“Then I’ll explain in a few minutes.” He leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers, settling in for the wait, I guess.

Bastard.

I leaned back and folded my arms. I could wait with the best of them.

“So, where you staying in Virginia nowadays?” Zane asked. “Middleburg or someplace equally snooty. Rubbing elbows with the horse set. Playing polo on weekends.”

I guess we were going to make small talk until I either got a ticket or not. And, apparently, he was going to take a few jabs at me and my lifestyle while we did it. “Nope. I got a one-bedroom in one of the buildings a couple of blocks from the King Street Metro.”

“Really?” His eyes widened. “I’m surprised.”

I laughed. “You shouldn’t be. At this point in my life, with the amount of hours I work and all the traveling I do, the things I look for in a home have become a bit more practical. Like being able to drop off my dry cleaning with the concierge. Besides, what the fuck would I do with a horse?”

He lifted a shoulder. “Beats me. I never understood the attraction myself.”

I snorted. “You wouldn’t. If I remember correctly you never even had a dog growing up. Do you now?”

“No. I’ll get around to it—one day.”

My cell rang and I glanced at the display and smiled. “That’s her. Get ready to explain yourself.” I shot him a warning glare and answered the call. “Hello.”

“You’ll have one ticket waiting for you at the door under your name the night of the event.”

“I can’t thank you enough.”

“It was nothing. Seriously. At least one Hearst should be on that guest list, if not more than one. It was their oversight.”

“My thoughts exactly, but I do appreciate you making the call. I’ll be in touch when I get to the Island and we’ll make plans.”

“Perfect. Give our love to your parents and sisters.”

“Will do. And please tell Amanda I’ll expect to see her when I visit.”

“I certainly will. See you soon.”

“Sure thing. Bye.” I hit the button and tossed the cell onto the desk between us. “The ticket is secured. Now talk.”

“Everything I’m about to tell you can’t leave this room. You can’t tell your family, or your latest squeeze. No one. Understood?” He pinned me with his gaze, as if sizing up if he could trust me or not.

“Yes.” I waited but he still didn’t talk. I shook my head at the fact he didn’t trust me. “Zane, do you know how many family secrets I’m carrying around? Not to mention confidential Hearst Corp. business? I sit on the board of directors. Even our meeting minutes are treated like classified information. I can keep your secrets. I promise.”

“All right.” He clicked the computer keyboard and then spun his chair to face the television on the wall again.

I did the same and saw the image had changed from the event page to a picture of a dark haired, middle-aged man.

“Who’s that?” I asked, not recognizing him.

“He is Alexey Mordashov, currently the richest man in Russia, and it would look really bad if someone took a shot at him while he was attending a charity event in the Hamptons next weekend.” Zane spun in his chair to face me again. “Which is where you come in.”

My eyes widened as I shifted my attention from the screen to Zane. “Me?”

With all of Zane’s hired muscle and the firepower at his disposal, his choice of bodyguards for this Russian billionaire? What the hell as going on?

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Staff Sergeant David “Hawk” Hawkins never refused an order, but he also never signed up for the duty for which he's been enlisted--becoming the Army's new recruitment poster boy and working side-by-side with a pretty little, big city marketing executive who has no business being in his war zone.

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EXCERPT

The minute she walked into the bar she felt it, eyes on her. Lots of them, all male, and judging by the fact Hawk stood in the center of the group of males watching her, she guessed they were all soldiers from the neighboring garrison.

They weren’t in uniform, but they did all sport the signature military cropped hair. Two of them even walked in sync when they crossed the bar to the jukebox together.

Hawk smiled and crossed the room himself, but he wasn’t following the other two. He was heading right for her. Emily took a deep breath and prepared for another verbal battle.

“Good evening, Sergeant,” Jai greeted Hawk.

Hawk nodded a return greeting to Jai then he turned to her. “Hey, Goldilocks. Fancy seeing you here.”

Her brows shot up, but that was all the reaction she allowed him. “Sergeant Hawkins.”

Jae grinned, apparently amused at her new name. At least it was her name as far as Hawk was concerned. “Em. I’m going to get us two beers. Good with you?”

“Yeah, fine. Thanks.” She scowled at her supposed friend for enjoying Hawk’s teasing of her so much, but accepted his offer.

Glancing back at Hawk, she had a feeling a beer, or three, would be in order tonight.

As Jai left them alone, she raised her chin.

“Do you even know my name?” She confronted Hawk as he towered over her.

He grinned wider. “Yeah.”

“Okay. Then what is it?” Emily crossed her arms and challenged him over the noise of the many bar patrons.

Leaning down, Hawk came so close she could feel his breath brush her ear. “It’s Emily, Goldilocks.”

She shivered involuntarily at the feel of his warm breath against her skin and swallowed hard, unsure what to say.

It was a simple answer to her question, though delivered in a far more intimate manner than she’d expected. She certainly never expected it to affect her as it had.

Deciding the safest course of action would be to change the subject, she did just that. “So, I looked over the shots from today. They look really great. I could email you the proofs if you wanted to see them.”

Then she would have not only his email address, but also an excuse to be in contact with him after she left Germany tomorrow. Why did her heart race at that idea?

He was a jerk, most of the time anyway. Like now as he shrugged. “Whatever.”

“Don’t you care about the ads?”

“I have to tell you, doll. I won’t waste one moment thinking about this modeling thing once the bullets start flying and the baddies start to fall.”

“Fine, I won’t bother you with them then.”

Looking actually sincere, Hawk shook his head. “I didn’t say you’d be bothering me. What I meant was I’ll have a few things on my mind, like bringing the men depending on me home alive. Latest word from where we’ll be in the Afghan mountains is that a storm dumped a few feet of snow and more will be on its way. And that’s the good news, because at least with the snow mounds building up we actually have a perimeter defense.”

“Oh.” Emily didn’t know much about perimeter defense, but she did hate the snow and could empathize with him about that. “Hopefully they’ll get the snowplows to clean all that up before you guys get there.”

Hawk laughed—a deep, rich, genuine belly laugh she’d never assumed he was capable of.

Emily frowned. “What?”

Why was this guy always laughing at her expense?

Hawk could barely respond through his laughter. “Oh, Goldilocks. There aren’t going to be road crews cleaning up for us.”

“Isn’t where you’re going kind of like the set up here at Hohenfels?”

Hawk tilted his head to one side and grinned. “No, it’s not.”

“Oh. I figured all bases were probably the same.” Emily shrugged. What did she know? It was pretty rude of him to think she should.

“No, doll. They’re not, but I’m not going to a base anyway.” He smiled, shaking his head. “If I was going to be at Kandahar or Bagram, then yeah, maybe we’d have some services, but not where I’ll be. We literally have some dirt huts and a few rail boxes. Supplies will have to be choppered in and dropped to us. It’ll be like going caveman.”

Not appreciating his delight at her expense, Emily grumbled, “That should be easier for some of you than others, I suppose.”

He raised one dark brow with amusement. “You calling me a caveman, doll?”

“Maybe.” Emily smiled, enjoying her own cleverness.

It was the strangest thing, but bickering with Hawk kind of got her excited. Even his calling her doll was starting to sound sexy, and she hadn’t even drunk the beer that Jai was now carrying her way.

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MODEL SOLDIER (Red Hot & Blue)  “heart-pounding adventure on the edge of the war torn Middle East” Sizzling Hot Book Reviews Staff Sergeant David “Hawk” Hawkins never refused an order, but he also never signed up for the duty for which he’s been enlisted–becoming the Army’s new recruitment poster boy and working side-by-side with a pretty little, big city marketing executive who has no business being in his war zone. This is a rerelease. Model Soldier was previously published. EXCERPT The minute she walked into the bar she felt it, eyes on her. Lots of them, all male, and judging by the fact Hawk stood in the center of the group of males watching her, she guessed they were all soldiers from the neighboring garrison. They weren’t in uniform, but they did all sport the signature military cropped hair. Two of them even walked in sync when they crossed the bar to the jukebox together. Hawk smiled and crossed the room himself, but he wasn’t following the other two. He was heading right for her. Emily took a deep breath and prepared for another verbal battle. “Good evening, Sergeant,” Jai greeted Hawk. Hawk nodded a return greeting to Jai then he turned […]

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SEAL THE DEAL
(A Hot SEALs Romance)
by Cat Johnson

PROLOGUE

20 years ago

“Missy.” After a few seconds, there was another, “Missy!” The whisper was louder this time.

At the sound of her name being hissed from one of the church pews to her left, Missy glanced over. She saw her mother, camera held in front of her face, standing next to her father.

Missy didn't miss a beat in her carefully measured step toward the altar as she held her basket of pink rose petals and smiled for the photo.

They'd rehearsed this long walk down the aisle last night lots of times.

Being a flower girl in her cousin Coreene's wedding was a huge deal, even if she wasn't the only one. Her cousin Amelia—Meli for short—walked just in front of Missy with her basket of white petals.

In the beginning she'd been upset that Meli got to walk in first, until her mom had pulled her aside and told her that on the way into the church the most important people went last.

Her younger cousin Meli might have been the first one to walk on that perfect white cloth that led to the altar, but Missy got to walk right in front of the first bridesmaid, who was in front of the maid of honor, who led the bride.

Clearly Missy's was a more important position than Meli's.

Of course, she didn't tell Meli that little secret. Her cousin was two years younger. Five-year-olds didn't understand things the way seven-year-olds did.

Missy had finished first grade and was about to enter second in the fall. She knew more about the world than Meli, who had just finished kindergarten.

But school felt like years away from where she was now in her pretty white dress with the wide pale blue ribbon tied around her waist.

Her mom said the ribbon matched her eyes and acted like that was a good thing, so Missy was making sure to look everyone straight in the eye today to make sure they noticed.

It was a good day except that one of the hairpins keeping the flower wreath on top of her head was tugging her hair. She had to fight the urge to rub the spot.

The pain was worth it though, because she loved the tiny pink, white and blue flower ring sitting on top of her curls.

She only hoped the flowers lasted a long time. She wanted to bring the floral wreath to the country club to show her friends tomorrow.

Meli wore a matching floral crown. The only difference was Meli had straight hair so the lady who came to Coreene's house early this morning to make them all pretty had to curl Meli's hair so it matched Missy's natural blonde curls.

As people smiled and said “Ooo” and “Ah” as she walked by, Missy was pretty sure this was the best day of her life.

Well, the best day until the day she got married herself. That would be the absolute best day ever. Then she'd be the one walking into the church last—the most important person in the wedding—the bride.

And she'd get to pick the flowers and the dresses and the colors for her attendants. Although she was pretty sure she'd pick the same that Coreene had because she couldn't imagine anything more beautiful.

She was almost to the end of the aisle. She saw the groom and his friends standing and smiling at her as she walked toward them.

Missy reached the altar and pivoted to walk to her place to the side before turning to face the guests and wait for the bride. She got a full view of just how many people were here and how perfect everything was.

Yup. Best day ever. And tomorrow—not tonight because that was the big wedding party, but first thing in the morning—she'd start a scrapbook of all her wedding ideas. That way when her wedding day came she'd be totally ready.

She even knew who she wanted her groom to be. Zane Alexander.

Missy spotted him now, looking bored in the pew next to his mother and father.

She didn't blame him. He was twelve. He would probably rather be hanging out with his friends at the club than sitting in a suit with his parents on what had turned out to be a warm and sunny perfect June day.

It was okay he was pouting today, because when it was her day and he was the man standing at the end of the aisle waiting for her to get there in her long white dress and veil, she knew he'd be smiling just like the groom was now.

Then they'd ride off in a horse-drawn carriage to their happily ever after. Just like a fairytale.

Missy counted the years on her fingers hidden by the basket.

Eleven.

Only eleven more years until she was old enough to marry Zane. Then she, Melissa Greenwood, would become Mrs. Zane Alexander.

Her heart beat faster at the thought. She absolutely couldn't wait!

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