My Thoughts
Patrick is a Navy Seal who goes to visit a brothel on his night off and recognizes the hooker he chooses as a missing girl from home. Annie was kidnapped five years ago from a cruise ship and forced into prostitution and drug addiction. Before he leaves she takes a chance and tells him her name holding on to her last hope that she could be rescued.
"My name is Annie Hamilton. I'm an American citizen. I was
kidnapped from a cruise ship five years ago. You're my last hope. Please save
me."
Patrick being the honorable man that he is begins to make plans to save her and enlists a few of his Seal friends to help him. After facing a few challenges in the mission, they rescue her and bring her home.
Unfortunately this isn't the end of her struggle. She has to acclimate to being home again being around family and friends which isn't an easy transition after such a traumatic experience. There are also a few additional challenges revealed along the way that she has to face that doesn't make it any easier for her. Patrick is still in her life and helps her through it all.
"You
aren’t invisible – you’re invincible."
I give Invincible 3 hearts!
About the Book
I’ll be honest with you—I’m no hero. Sure, the media tries to brand every Navy
SEAL as some kind of Batman dressed in cammies. There’s even a line in one of
our cadences: Superman is the man of steel, he ain’t no match for Navy SEAL.
You’ve seen the movies—we’re infallible, invaluable, invincible. But that night,
the one you read about in the papers … all I really wanted to do was get laid.
One harmless screw with an Aruban whore, no strings attached. I picked her out of a lineup—wild, dark hair, long legs and a crooked smile. After she sucked me off, I relaxed back onto the creaky, cum-stained cot, thankful for the blissful moments she gave me when I actually forgot for a second the faces of my buddies who died because I made the wrong call, the tears of the children I couldn’t save, and the eyes of the enemies I slaughtered during their last seconds of life.
But before I left, her hazel eyes peered into my soul. She whispered in a distinct Californian accent, “My name is Annie Hamilton. I’m an American citizen. I was kidnapped on spring break five years ago. You’re my last hope. Please save me.”
One desperate plea. This wasn’t a Hollywood blockbuster or a New York Times best-selling thriller. I knew this time there was no room for excuses, no margin for errors. I had one chance to put on the cape and be her hero.
One harmless screw with an Aruban whore, no strings attached. I picked her out of a lineup—wild, dark hair, long legs and a crooked smile. After she sucked me off, I relaxed back onto the creaky, cum-stained cot, thankful for the blissful moments she gave me when I actually forgot for a second the faces of my buddies who died because I made the wrong call, the tears of the children I couldn’t save, and the eyes of the enemies I slaughtered during their last seconds of life.
But before I left, her hazel eyes peered into my soul. She whispered in a distinct Californian accent, “My name is Annie Hamilton. I’m an American citizen. I was kidnapped on spring break five years ago. You’re my last hope. Please save me.”
One desperate plea. This wasn’t a Hollywood blockbuster or a New York Times best-selling thriller. I knew this time there was no room for excuses, no margin for errors. I had one chance to put on the cape and be her hero.
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About the Author
Alana Albertson is the former President of Romance Writers of America's Chick
Lit and Young Adult chapters. She holds a Masters of Education from Harvard and
a Bachelor of Arts in English from Stanford. A recovering professional ballroom
dancer, Alana currently writes contemporary romance. She lives in San Diego,
California, with her husband, two sons, and four dogs. When she's not spending
her time needlepointing, dancing, or saving dogs from high kill shelters through
her rescue Pugs N Roses, she can be found watching episodes of House Hunters,
Homeland, or Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders: Making the Team.
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