Exlusive Content

for SEAL Team Alpha: Deployment One

Kid Chaos. Cowboy. Tank.
Three men forged in battle. Three women strong enough to bring them home.

For readers who stand beside my warriors, I hope you've enjoyed every heartbeat we’ve shared. Here, the team drops their gear, lets down their guard, and shows you the heart beneath the body armor.

You've read the bonus scenes, now explore behind-the-book images, and cinematic moments that bring Deployment One to life, the chaos, the courage, and the connection that defines the Alpha brotherhood.

Thank you for joining me in my world of combat, suspense, and heartwarming romance. I'm thrilled to have you with me on this fantastic journey. Read, discover and melt along with me.

Even though the fight never ends, the story still continues.

Welcome to the debrief. Unclassified.

Kid Chaos

Ashe "Kid Chaos" Wilder

What kind of woman signs up for a man like Kid Chaos?
I’m Paige Wilder, NCIS agent used to danger and deep cover. And no, I didn’t plan it. He showed up in La Paz, looking for adrenaline and bad decisions, signed up to ride straight down Death Road, and somehow landed in the middle of my op instead. Fast. Loud. Impossible to ignore. He made me laugh when I wanted to shoot something. And somewhere between freefalls, shootouts, and the most chaotic charm I’ve ever seen… I fell. Hard.

So I married him. My chaos. My anchor. That body? Yeah, it’s a problem. Broad chest, abs like sin, and those arms—built to hold me like nothing else matters. But it’s the man inside that breaks me wide open. Fiercely loyal. Hilariously inappropriate. The kind of protector who’d hijack an elephant mid-mission and still remembers to bring me my favorite chocolate. He’s a walking adrenaline spike with a heart made for love and somehow, he’s all mine.

Cowboy

Wes “Cowboy” McGraw

What kind of woman falls for a man like Cowboy?
I’m Kia McGraw, hacker extraordinaire, and I’ve known Wes most of my life, but I didn’t really know him until he came back and ended up protecting me. This man is quieter. Stronger. Still that same unshakable loyalty, but now with fire behind it. He doesn’t just walk into a room. He saunters, and when he’s wearing that Stetson…sigh. My girl crush almost demolishes me when Cowboy smiles, or moves, or...breathes. His presence is a wrecking ball straight to the ovaries.

Look at him. Yeah… he’s magnificent. The man who stampedes in like wild horses set free, like he’d die to protect what’s his. That chest has been between me and danger more times than I can count. Those hands, callused, steady, can break a man or gentle a spooked horse. He’s all grit and grace, Texas drawl and tactical fury, and yeah... he makes flannel a weapon. But it’s the way he looks at me, like I’m every place he ever wanted to call home, that undoes me every time.

Tank

Thorn “Tank” Hunt

What kind of woman can claim a man like this?
I’m Dr. Alyssa Hunt, veterinarian. I saved his partner, Echo, his military working dog, and now that he’s retired, he’s all ours 24/7. Getting to know Tank wasn’t easy. He was all walls and silence, stone-faced and impossible to read. But he showed me, through his courage to embrace a new working dog, through the way he pushed past his grief, that healing is possible. And in the process, he gave me the strength to face my own demons.

So, my man. My protector. My calm. There’s muscle, sure, enough to stop hearts and carry the weight of everything he’s seen. But it’s the restraint that wrecks me. In the field with his team and partner, he’s savage fury, precision and power unleashed. But when he touches me? It’s reverent. Careful. Like he knows exactly how easily he could break me but never would.

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