Nashville SEAL Jameson by Sharon Hamilton release!

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Nashville SEAL: Jameson by New York Times Bestselling Author Sharon Hamilton goes on sale August 1st!

Jameson and Lizzie's story continues with their beautiful wine country wedding, and the journey to becoming a new family with Charlotte. A final farewell to Nashville and Jameson's singing career nearly topples everything as Lizzie has to weather the long goodbye when Jameson deploys for his first dangerous mission. But there is perhaps greater danger at home for the SEAL families while the men are away.

This is Book 2 of Sharon’s Nashville SEAL series and was preceded by the novella, Nashville SEAL (Book 1). Sharon’s bestselling SEAL books include the following series about her fictional SEAL Team 3: SEAL Brotherhood, Bad Boys of SEAL Team 3, Band of Bachelors, True Blue SEALs, and Nashville SEALs.

And now a Special Excerpt from NASHVILLE SEAL: JAMESON…

Lizzie touched the deep rose colored lilies that made her wedding bouquet. She could sense the spirit of her mother right beside her, braiding and adjusting the flowered clips for her hair. She could feel the remnants of sparkly fairy dust those long nimble fingers left behind. Difficult to feel her so close, and yet know they were separated by the grave and the veil of death.

Her father wouldn’t be walking her down the aisle either, because he too was killed in that car crash that also took her mother’s life. Lizzie chose Jameson’s best friend, Thomas, to do the honors instead. He was warming up in the great hall, serenading the pretty caterers who had arrived all dressed in light yellow uniforms with white lace aprons.

Lizzie knew it was bad luck to go look for Jameson, but she didn’t believe in luck, either good or bad. The strong scent of the lilies and the oppressively small dressing and waiting room she had to share with her three bridesmaids made her want to bolt. Was she going to dash away and forget the whole thing?

Not on your life!

Today would firmly plant their little family together forever and forever. Charlotte would formally have a daddy now. She would take Jameson as her husband and she would devote herself and love the both of them for the rest of her life. Gone were the lonely days being a single mother, wishing she could share all of Charlotte’s childhood milestones with the man who was every bit a part of her as she was. Jameson had missed so much, but was rapidly making up for lost time.

Kendra was in a light pink powder puff gown that made nearly as much noise as Lizzie’s wedding gown. Jameson had told her hearing the fabric rustle was a real turn-on for most men. At least the ones who were not marriage averse.

“You keep staring at the bouquet as if you can’t decide if you like it or not,” whispered Kendra. She brushed imaginary dust from Lizzie’s lace-covered shoulder, and slipped an errant strand of hair behind her ear. She followed it up with a kiss to Lizzie’s cheek. “You okay sweetie?”

Lizzie locked into the honest eyes of her best friend. While not on a same level or basis as the SEALs, they’d shared the horror of having their daughters kidnapped by terrorists, to nearly be sold off to some nutjob in a foreign land who respected women less than his dogs. She shuddered every time she thought about what would have happened to the girls if Jameson and the SEALs hadn’t found them in time.

“I’m just nervous.” As she glanced back down at the bouquet for the tenth time this sunny afternoon in Sonoma County, her eyes filled with tears that burst down onto the scented mixture. “I think I miss my mom too.” She was barely able to get it out.

“Awww, sweetheart,” Kendra said, wrapping her arms around her carefully. “What can I do? You want a drink? You need a Valium?”

“No. I want to remember every inch of this day, every millisecond, Kendra. I don’t want anything to impair anything I’m feeling. I want it all. I’ve paid my dues to have it, and have it I will.”

Kendra nodded. “You need to see Jameson, I think. Should I get him?”

“No. I think I’d like to just take a little walk. We have what ten minutes?” Lizzie turned to smile at Monica and Ellery, two of her friends from college who flew in from the East. The girls stopped whispering, adjusting their dresses, boosting their strapless bras and primping in front of the mirror, and nodded.

Like three fairy godmothers, they all surrounded Lizzie, locked arms, and formed a circle. Her heart was filled to bursting. Unlike most the other SEAL wives and girlfriends, Lizzie had spent years thinking about the man who had fathered little Charlotte, and had to hold back her hope that some day he’d come back into her life, and not because he had to, but because he wanted to. Because he loved her.

“Thank you for sharing this day with me,” Lizzie whispered. Her lower lip and chin quivered. “If I don’t stop crying, I’ll be a mess of red blotchiness.”

Then Kendra and Ellery gushed through their own tears. Monica’s eyes were completely dry, as was her sense of humor. “You know, Liz, if you’re not up to it, I could trade places with you. I’ll take Jameson anytime you decide he isn’t good enough for you. I don’t even care if he objects.”

Everyone laughed.

“Seriously, if you have the slightest hesitation…”

“Oh stop it!” Lizzie was beginning to feel better. Monica’s deep voice and strong personality had made for some interesting times in the past growing up.

“You’re living the fantasy every girl wants, Lizzie,” said Ellery. “We’re just so happy for you. Some day. I keep telling myself, some day I’ll find that guy who walks into my bedroom in his cowboy boots, picks up his guitar and sings me a love song. And you get to have that every night, Lizzie. You so deserve this.”

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Sharon Hamilton is a NYT and USA/Today bestselling author most known for her SEAL Brotherhood series. She also writes Golden Vampire and Guardian Angel series.

A lifelong organic gardener, Sharon lives with her husband in the Wine Country of Northern California, where most of her stories take place. When she’s not writing, she’s getting verra verra dirty in the mud, or wandering Farmer’s Markets looking for new Heirloom varieties of vegetables and flowers.