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  F-BOMB: SEALs Love Curves, book 8

  Mary E Thompson

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  F-BOMB: SEALs Love Curves, book 8

  Copyright © 2021 Mary E Thompson

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  Published by BluEyed Press

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  This is a work of fiction. All characters, businesses, locations, and events are either products of the author’s creative imagination or are used in a fictitious sense. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Ebook ISBN: 978-1-953879-05-9

  Print ISBN: 978-1-953879-06-6

  Audiobook ISBN: 978-1-953879-07-3

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  F-BOMB: SEALs Love Curves

  Welcome to the world of F-BOMB where a group of former SEALs have come together to protect the curvy women they love and the country they call home from the dangers of the world. They have the training and the knowledge, and they have the ability to kick some ass when needed. And it’ll be needed.

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  F-BOMB: SEALs LOVE CURVES

  Freedom (free everywhere)

  Fiancée (subscriber exclusive)

  Forgotten

  First

  Failure

  Friends

  Family

  Forbidden

  Future

  Finally

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  About the Author

  1

  Taylor Wright caressed the multicolored bow on the box with a satisfied smile. She’d been getting gifts from supporters and investors for weeks, each more lavish and thoughtful than the last.

  After years of killing herself to make it to the top, she’d finally arrived. She was doing exactly what she wanted to do, and she was doing it exactly how she wanted to do it.

  She had her enemies, but they were people she’d left behind her. People she wasn’t interested in involving in her success. She’d built her company from the ground up and she was going to open up to customers in two weeks. Initial reviews were overwhelmingly positive, proving she was doing things right.

  Taylor lifted the lid with a curious smile on her face. She peered inside and screamed, “Gah!” She dropped the lid and backed away from it. Cement filled her gut and ice flooded her veins.

  “Are you okay? What happened?” her assistant Jessica’s near-permanent grin faded to confusion when she saw the panicked look in Taylor’s eyes.

  The only thing Taylor could do was point to the box. Jessica turned to it, then back to Taylor with narrowed eyes and a tilt of her head that assumed Taylor was being dramatic and crazy.

  Jessica had worked for Taylor for almost a year. She was the closest thing Taylor had to a friend even though they really weren’t friends, but Taylor thought her assistant had a little more trust in her than to think she was nuts.

  “What—? Oh, my God. Is that what I think it is?”

  “If you think it’s a dead bird nestled in decaying roses with a note that reads you’re next, then yes, it’s what you think it is.”

  “Who the hell would send you something like that?”

  “Someone who wants us to fail.”

  “Okay, but who?”

  Taylor shook her head. “I have no idea.”

  “I’ll send you the list, officer,” Taylor said for the third time in thirty minutes. “I want to be thorough.”

  “Does the bird have any significance?” the young cop asked.

  Taylor fought the urge to roll her eyes. She was exhausted. It had been a long day before she walked into her office and found a dead bird in a box. She glanced around at the walls, covered in birds. “Yeah, the bird is significant.”

  Taylor called her company Birds of a Feather because she wanted the women she targeted to know they weren’t alone. It was important to her since Taylor herself never felt like she connected with the women she knew, but she hoped to create a world where other women didn’t feel the same.

  Birds of a Feather was more than a company to her. It was her baby. Her dream when she was in grad school and imagining her future, a future she thought she would share with her boyfriend. Mark was ambitious and studious, just like Taylor, but what she couldn’t see at the time was that he was also jealous of her creativity and lacked his own.

  It didn’t bother Taylor, but it was a sore spot for Mark. So sore that he stole an idea he and Taylor came up with together and pitched it as his own to get himself a job at the company where they both first interviewed. When Taylor pitched the same idea, as a joint venture, they all but accused her of stealing it and said the only reason they weren’t reporting her to the school was because they knew the truth.

  That was when Taylor learned not to trust other people. Especially men.

  “Do any men work here?” the officer asked, dragging Taylor’s focus back to the issue in front of her.

  Again, she had to resist an eye roll. “Birds of a Feather is an inclusive work environment. We hire the person who is best for the job, but when developing a company of size inclusive exercise clothes for women, it attracts more women than men.”

  The officer stared at the rear end of one of the interns as she rushed past Taylor’s office. Sure, she was cute and perky and perfect, but the man was on the damn job.

  “Ahem,” Taylor said loudly.

  The cop almost dropped his notepad as he yanked his eyes from the woman’s ass. Minor victories.

  He pressed his lips together in what she assumed was supposed to be a smile and gave Taylor and her ample curves a dismissive once-over before announcing, “I think I have all I need. If we find anything, we’ll be in touch, Ms…”

  “Wright,” Taylor provided.

  “Yes, of course.” He picked up the evidence bag containing the box and nodded, then left her office.

  Taylor’s sigh was more of a groan as she scolded herself that flipping off a cop was not in her best interest, just in case he turned around and caught her.

  She watched until he made it to the bank of elevators, then sank into her chair. She was drained. Dealing with threats and cops could do that to a woman.

  “What did he say?” Jessica was another one the cop admired on his way to see Taylor. She had jet black hair, a curvy hourglass figure, and a smile that would make any man drop to his knees and beg for her to flash it at him, but Taylor hired her because she was also crazy smart and could think quickly on her feet. She’d saved Taylor’s ass more than once in the last year.

  “He said they’ll be in touch.”

  “Which means we’ll never see him again.”

  “Yep. Whatever.”

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bsp; “Why don’t you call Braden?” Jessica suggested.

  Taylor took note of the way Jessica’s voice lifted at the end, as though there was more than one reason she might want Taylor’s brother aware of what was going on. Taylor resisted the urge to call either of her brothers about anything, but Braden was the worst. He was the worrier. The one who was always telling her she needed to be more careful. Being a firefighter, he saw some of the worst the world had to offer, but he was paranoid. And Taylor wasn’t going to be afraid to live her life.

  “I don’t think I need to tell Braden about this.”

  “Tell me about what?” Braden asked from Taylor’s doorway.

  Taylor sighed and gave Jessica a look that asked if she set Taylor up. Jessica flushed fifty shades of pink and tucked her hair behind her ear before she hurried out of the office, sneaking past an oblivious Braden on her way back to her desk. Braden’s gaze followed her for half a second, then snapped back to his sister. “What happened?”

  “It was nothing.”

  “Then why did I pass Officer Shaw on my way up here?”

  “Dammit,” Taylor hissed.

  “What happened?”

  “Just someone being an ass.”

  “Which means?”

  “I got a dead bird in the mail. Wrapped up in a pretty box and nestled in a bed of decaying roses.” Taylor delivered the words with a pissed-off smile that hid the threat of showing her brother what she had for lunch.

  “What?” Braden stalked across the room to her side. His fists clenched, and he twisted his neck to release the tension that immediately locked it up.

  Taylor shrugged like the whole thing was a minor inconvenience instead of a not-so-thinly veiled threat to everything she’d worked her ass off to build. That was exactly why she didn’t want to tell him. And why she didn’t mention the note.

  “You need protection, Tay. Someone with you to make sure you’re safe.”

  “No,” Taylor said. Now that was why she didn’t want to tell him. The last thing she wanted was to feel like a prisoner in her own life.

  “Taylor—”

  “Would you be telling Aaron this? Or Wray or one of your other firefighter buddies? Is it because I’m a woman?”

  “It’s because you’re my sister, Tay-tay. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

  Taylor’s frozen heart melted whenever he called her by her childhood nickname. Especially when he tilted his head to the side and gave her the same lost little boy look he’d worn on a daily basis growing up. As the oldest of four, Taylor took a mother role with her younger siblings. She started babysitting them when she was able to use the microwave for dinner, and she was changing Braden’s diapers, the youngest, the day he came home from the hospital. Taylor’s greatest accomplishments were her siblings.

  Until Birds of a Feather.

  “I’ll be fine,” she assured Braden. “Whoever sent it is just trying to scare me.”

  “Which is exactly my point. I know a guy—”

  “Don’t go there, Braden.” Taylor’s sharp look and sharper tone would have made most people shut up quickly, but he was her brother and knew she was like a chihuahua pretending to be a Great Dane.

  His matching glare had the punch of a pissed off hornet, but she wouldn’t tell him that. “Taylor.”

  “Braden.”

  “I’m worried about you.”

  Taylor shook her head to dislodge the equally powerful sting of his soft words. “I have the best security system money can buy, both here and at home. There are cameras all over this building. I have no reason to think this is anything more than some sick joke, but if it’s not, I have a baseball bat under my bed and you know I can swing it.”

  Braden’s entire face softened at the mention of their shared memories. One of the many roles Taylor took on was coaching his baseball team when he was seven. She’d just turned eighteen and knew little about the game, but she learned fast. Just like she did with everything else in her life.

  “At least meet the guy. Talk to him.”

  “Braden.”

  “Taylor, please. It’ll make me feel better if you have a conversation with him.”

  “Let me think about it.”

  Braden’s sigh was his annoyed sigh, the one that Taylor had grown accustomed to him using on her since he realized he was finally bigger and stronger than his big sister, and that she still wouldn’t let him take care of her. “I guess that’s all I can hope for.”

  Taylor’s grin bordered on a smirk. “Yep.”

  Ryker Hamilton sat in the briefing room and listened to his boss talk about their latest job. Ryker, known as Dex to the rest of the team, had taken his turn as lead on a few cases, but he was happy when Dunn filled the role. It was natural for him, but Dex… he liked to be behind the scenes most of the time. He was comfortable being in second place.

  “Dex, are you with us?” Dunn asked.

  Dex nodded, meeting the gaze of the other man. It didn’t matter what the task was, Dex was up to it. F-BOMB was as much his baby as the others’. They’d built the company from the ground up over the last few years, working to protect the borders of their country and keep people safe. That included stopping all sorts of bad guys, and brought them to their current asshole.

  Dennis Parker.

  Parker was the kind of scum that gave scum a bad name. He was involved in anything and everything bad. But he was smart enough to stay a step or two away from it and never get his hands dirty.

  Dex hated men like him because everyone knew they were the ones pulling the strings, but their puppets always protected them. It wasn’t because of loyalty, though. He had something on everyone who’d ever worked for him. And he wasn’t afraid to use it to ruin their lives if they ever thought about ruining his.

  “How are we going to handle this?” Archer asked.

  Archer was their smash and grab guy. He could tear someone apart with his bare hands if he needed to. He was a good man to have on your side, and he was smarter than he gave himself credit for.

  “The sheriff is out for blood. We have to bring the entire organization down,” Dunn said. He met the gazes of the rest of the team with his own dark one.

  “And we’re sure it was one of Parker’s men who took the sheriff’s daughter and did that to her?” Rocky winced at the picture of the bruised woman on their board. He was the rational one of the group. Rocky thought through their actions and made a decision long before he acted.

  “We’re sure,” Dunn said. “The guy bragged to her about other cases they’ve been tied to. He knew too much to be spouting rumors. He was a part of it.”

  “What’s the play here?” Dex asked. “Normally the powers that be would bring in someone like this guy and cut him a deal in order to get his boss. I can’t imagine that’s the plan with this one.”

  “No, it’s not. We want to take down the entire organization. To do that, we need to know what he has on his people,” Dunn said. “We need his files.”

  “Where do we think they are?” Jack asked.

  “They’re not digital,” English said. As the team’s computer expert, if something existed online, English would find it. A self-professed nerd, English was the kind of guy who could shoot you with one hand and ruin you with the other. He was as badass as they came, but he stayed in the shadows more often than not.

  “That means everything is on paper. Files somewhere. Probably more than one copy if he’s smart, and we know he is. I’d be willing to bet he has a copy at his home, one in the office, and another somewhere that we don’t know about,” Dunn said.

  The frustration in Dunn’s voice matched that of the rest of the group. It wasn’t that they were simply frustrated that they couldn’t bring the guy down, they were frustrated that he impressed them. Not in a way that made them want to be like him, but in a way that made them wonder how he pulled it all off without being caught. After everything they’d seen, not much got past them, but Parker did. More than once.

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sp; Dex’s phone rang, prompting a pause to the meeting. He looked up at Dunn for permission to answer during the meeting. Dunn nodded.

  “Hamilton.”

  “Ryker, this is Braden Wright. I wondered if I could call in that favor.”

  Dex waved off Dunn’s look to let him know it wasn’t anything relevant to the current case, then left the conference room to talk to Braden. After Braden went undercover with Dex and saved his life at an illegal poker game a few months earlier, Dex vowed to return the favor anytime Braden needed something.

  “Everything okay?”

  “That’s why I’m calling. My sister is about to launch her newest company and she’s getting threats. Most have been stupid online things, but the latest was a dead bird. Do you have time to act as private security for her? A few weeks, maybe?”

  “For you, Braden, anything.”

  “Thanks. I owe my sister everything, and she doesn’t like to admit when she needs help.”

  “I’ve met a few people like that.”

  Braden chuckled. “Yeah, well, she did raise me. I’ll send you her company’s address. You’re on her calendar for tomorrow afternoon. Thanks, Ryker.”

  “Any time. We’ll talk soon.”

  Braden hung up, and Dex went back into the conference room. Dunn raised a brow at him, pausing his sentence just long enough for Dex to nod in response to the unasked question. Everything is fine.

  “So,” Dunn said, “how are we going to bring this asshole down?”

  Everyone had left for the day, but Taylor still sat at her desk. She refused to leave anything to chance this close to her launch. Years of working jobs that made ends meet had led her to where she was. On top of the damn world.