This navy SEAL is on a top-secret mission of seduction...

David Holloway is used to hard assignments. Now he faces his most difficult yet: cozying up to the soft curves of Swan Jamison. He wants to know the island beauty...in every way. But romancing Swan as part of his SEAL team’s mission tests his honor, even as his feelings become increasingly real. Soon he must make a choice: duty...or desire?

A Westmoreland Legacy Novel

Praise for New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Brenda Jackson

Brenda Jackson writes romance that sizzles and characters you fall in love with.

—New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Lori Foster

Jackson’s trademark ability to weave multiple characters and side stories together makes shocking truths all the more exciting.

—Publishers Weekly

There is no getting away from the sex appeal and charm of Jackson’s Westmoreland family.

—RT Book Reviews on Feeling the Heat

What is it with these Westmoreland men? Each is sexier and more charming than the one before.... Hot, sexy, smart and romantic, this story has it all.

—RT Book Reviews on The Proposal

Jackson has a talent for creating the sexiest men and pairing them off against feisty females. This story has everything a hot romance should have.

—RT Book Reviews on Hot Westmoreland Nights

Is there anything more irresistible than a man so in love with a woman that he’s willing to give her what she believes is her heart’s desire? The Westmoreland clan will claim even more fans with this entry.

—RT Book Reviews on What a Westmoreland Wants

Dear Reader,

I am proud to be back with another Westmoreland Legacy novel. The Westmorelands exemplify what a strong family is all about when it comes to sharing love and giving support. Not only to each other—that love and support extends to their friends, as well.

I enjoy introducing you to Bane Westmoreland’s friends who are his navy SEAL teammates. You’ve met Gavin Viper Blake in The Rancher Returns and Laramie Coop Cooper in His Secret Son. Now it’s time for David Flipper Holloway to take center stage and flex his muscles.

Flipper’s story takes you to beautiful Key West, Florida, where he meets a woman who will not only catch his eye, but also capture his heart. However, the last thing Swan Jamison wants is to give her heart to another man who could break it again. The heat is definitely on with Flipper and Swan.

Get ready for a romantic adventure where true love prevails in the end.

Happy reading!

Brenda Jackson

An Honorable Seduction

Brenda Jackson is a New York Times bestselling author of more than one hundred romance titles. Brenda lives in Jacksonville, Florida, and divides her time between family, writing and traveling. Email Brenda at authorbrendajackson@gmail.com or visit her on her website at brendajackson.net.

Books by Brenda Jackson

Harlequin Desire

The Westmoreland Legacy

THE RANCHER RETURNS

HIS SECRET SON

AN HONORABLE SEDUCTION

HIS TO CLAIM

DUTY OR DESIRE

Forged of Steele

SEDUCED BY A STEELE

CLAIMED BY A STEELE

Westmoreland Legacy: The Outlaws

THE WIFE HE NEEDS

THE MARRIAGE HE DEMANDS

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To the man who will forever be the love of my life, Gerald Jackson, Sr.

To all of my readers who asked for Flipper’s story. This one is for you!

To the Brenda Jackson Book Club/Facebook

fans. Over 4,000 strong and after fourteen

years, you guys still rock!

Many waters cannot quench love;

rivers cannot sweep it away.

—Song of Solomon 8:7

Contents

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Epilogue

Prologue

The Naval Amphibious Base

Coronado, San Diego, California

What kind of trouble have you gotten into?

David Holloway, known to his Navy SEAL teammates as Flipper, glanced at the four men surrounding him. They were like brothers to him. More than once they’d risked their lives for each other and they would continue to have each other’s backs, on duty or off. That bond was what accounted for the concerned looks on their faces. He wondered how they’d known he’d been summoned to the admiral’s office.

Let’s hope I’m not in any trouble, Mac, Flipper said, rubbing a hand down his face.

He had to admit he was wondering what was going on, just like they were. Usually, you were only summoned to a meeting with the admiral when you were getting reprimanded for some reason, and he never got into trouble. At least he rarely did. As the son of a retired SEALs commanding officer and the youngest of five brothers—all Navy SEALs—he knew better.

Maybe there’s an event on the base and he wants you to escort his daughter now that you’re the single one among us, Coop said, grinning.

Flipper didn’t grin back. They’d seen Georgianna Martin, the admiral’s twenty-three-year-old daughter. She was beautiful, but they’d heard the horror stories from other teammates who’d been ordered to take her out on dates. According to them, those evenings had been the dates from hell. The young woman was spoiled rotten, selfish as sin and had an attitude that sucked. That’s why Flipper didn’t find Coop’s comment at all amusing. He hoped that wasn’t why the admiral wanted to see him.

It didn’t surprise Flipper that it was Mac who’d asked if Flipper had gotten into trouble. Thurston McRoy—code name Mac—was older than the other four men on the team, who had all started their careers as SEALs around the same time. Mac had been a SEAL five years before the rest of them. Mac seemed to like to think he was the big brother looking out for them, almost like he figured they couldn’t take care of themselves. He was forever giving them advice—even when they didn’t ask for it.

In addition to Mac and Flipper, their SEAL team included Brisbane Westmoreland, code name Bane; Gavin Blake, whose code name was Viper; and Laramie Cooper, whose code name was Coop.

Flipper checked his watch. Since I have a couple of hours to spare before meeting with the admiral, let’s grab something to eat, he suggested.

Sounds good to me, Bane said.

Less than an hour later, Flipper and his four teammates shared burgers, fries and milkshakes at one of the most popular eating places on base. They decided to sit outside at one of the café tables in the front instead of inside where it was crowded since it was such a beautiful May day.

No one brought up his meeting with the admiral again or the notion of him taking the admiral’s daughter on a date. He was glad. Instead, the guys had more important things to talk about, namely their families.

Bane’s wife, Crystal, had given birth to triplets last year and he had new photos to share, so they passed Bane’s cell phone around.

Viper’s wife, Layla, was expecting with only a few months to go before Gavin Blake IV would be born. Viper was excited about becoming a father, of course.

Like Bane, Mac had plenty of photos to share; he was married and the father of four.

And Coop had a two-year-old son he hadn’t known about until he’d run into his old girlfriend about six months ago. They’d reconnected, gotten married and were now a happy family.

Earlier in the week, the teammates had gotten word from their commanding officer that next week was the start of a four-month leave. For Flipper, that meant heading home to Dallas and he couldn’t wait. His mother had a birthday coming up and he was glad he would be home to celebrate.

I don’t care what plans you all are making for your leave, just as long as you remember my mom’s birthday celebration. I understand you not showing up, Viper, with a baby on the way. The rest of you guys, no excuses.

We hear you, Bane said, grinning. And we will be there.

When Viper ordered another hamburger, everyone teased him about being the one to eat for two instead of his wife. And then everyone talked about what they planned to do with their four months off.

It was two hours later when Flipper walked into the admiral’s office. He was surprised to find Commanding Officer Shields there as well. Flipper saluted both men.

At ease. Please have a seat, Lieutenant Holloway.

Thank you, sir, he said, sitting down. He was used to being under his commanding officer’s intense scrutiny, but there was something in the sharp green eyes of Admiral Norris Martin that was making him feel uncomfortable.

You come highly recommended by your commanding officer here, Lieutenant Holloway. And the reason I asked to meet with you is that we need you. Your country needs you.

Flipper was happy to step up. He was a Navy SEAL, and the reason he’d enlisted, like his father and brothers, was to protect his country. And what am I needed to do, sir? he asked.

Our investigators have provided intelligence and a preliminary report that says acts of espionage are happening in Key West. Someone is trading valuable government secrets to China.

Flipper didn’t respond immediately.

The one thing he hated was a traitor, but he’d discovered that for the right price, a number of American citizens would perform acts of treason. He understood that. However, what he didn’t understand was why he’d been singled out for this meeting. He was part of a SEAL team. He didn’t work in naval intelligence.

Confusion must have shown on his face because Admiral Martin continued, The report was given to me, but I don’t believe it.

Flipper raised a brow. You don’t believe a report that classified documents are being traded in Key West, sir?

Oh, I believe all that, but what I refuse to believe is that this suspect is guilty of anything.

Is there a reason why, sir?

Here is the information, said Commanding Officer Shields, speaking for the first time as he handed Flipper a folder.

Flipper opened it to find a picture of a very beautiful woman. She looked to be around twenty-four, with dark, sultry eyes and full, shapely lips. Then there was her mass of copper-brown spiral curls that flowed to her shoulders, crowning a cocoa-colored face. A pair of dangling gold earrings hung from her ears and a golden pendant necklace hung around her neck.

He knew he was spending too much time studying her features, but it couldn’t be helped. The woman was strikingly beautiful.

Reluctantly he moved his gaze away from her face to check out the background of the photo. From the tropical vegetation captured by the photographer, she seemed to be on an island somewhere. She stood near a body of water that showed in the corner of the eight-by-ten photo. Scribbled across the bottom were the words:

Miss you, Godpop 1

Love, Swan

Swan? It was an unusual name, but it fit.

He moved to the next document in the file. Attached to it was a small family photo that showed a tall Caucasian man with sandy-brown hair and brown eyes standing beside a beautiful woman who closely resembled Swan. Her mother. In front of the couple was a beautiful little girl who looked to be around eight.

Flipper studied the child’s face and knew that child had grown up to be the gorgeous woman in the first photo. The shape of her face was the same, as were her eyes. Even as a child, she’d had long curly hair.

The family photo was clipped to a profile of the young woman. As he’d guessed, she was twenty-four. Her name was Swan Jamison. She was an American, born in Key West. Presently, she owned a jewelry store on the island. That was all the information the document provided.

Flipper lifted his gaze to find his commanding officer and the admiral staring at him. I assume this is the person naval intelligence believes is the traitor.

Yes, Admiral Martin said. She’s my goddaughter. I am Godpop 1.

She’s my goddaughter as well, added Commanding Officer Shields. I am Godpop 2.

Flipper’s gaze moved from one man to the other. I see, sirs.

Admiral Martin nodded. Her father was part of our SEAL team and our best friend. His name was Andrew Jamison.

Flipper had heard that Commanding Officer Shields and Admiral Martin were part of the same SEAL team a number of years ago.

Andrew was the best. He lost his life saving ours, said Commanding Officer Shields. He didn’t die immediately, and before he died, he made us promise to look after his wife, Leigh, and his daughter, Swan. The man paused and then said, Over twenty-eight years ago, when we were taking some R & R in Jamaica, Andrew met Leigh, who was a Jamaican model. They married a year later, and he moved her to Key West, where our team was stationed. After Andrew was killed, Leigh returned to Jamaica. When Swan graduated from high school, she returned to the Keys and moved into her parents’ home.

How old was she when her father was killed? Flipper asked.

She was fifteen, Admiral Martin said. Swan was close to her dad. Leigh was so broken up over Andrew’s death that she didn’t want to live in the States without him, which was why she returned to Jamaica. She passed away two years ago.

Flipper’s commanding officer then took up the tale. Leigh sent for us before she died of stomach cancer, asking us to look out for Swan after she was gone. We would have done that anyway, since we always kept in touch with both Leigh and Swan. In fact, Swan rotated summers with us and our families even after Leigh returned to Jamaica. We took our roles as godfathers seriously. We were even there when Swan graduated from high school and college.

Did Swan have any American grandparents? Flipper asked.

He saw both men’s lips tighten into frowns. Yes. However, her paternal grandparents didn’t approve of their son’s marriage to Leigh, said Commanding Officer Shields.

So they never accepted their granddaughter. It was more of a statement than a question.

No, they never did, Admiral Martin confirmed. As if it was a topic he’d rather change, the man added, We’ve been given some time to find out the truth, but not much. Luckily, Swan’s Godpop 3 has a high-level position at naval intelligence. Otherwise, we wouldn’t know about the investigation. We have thirty days to prove Swan is not a traitor and identify the person who is. That’s where we need your help. Instead of releasing you to go home as we’re doing for the other members of your team, we are assigning you to a special mission, Lieutenant Holloway. You are being sent to Key West.

One

Key West, Florida

Swan Jamison was beside herself with excitement as she opened the huge box on her desk. Although it contained only her jewelry-making supplies, the package served as affirmation that while rebuilding was still taking place in certain areas, the majority of the island had recovered from the hurricane that had hit eight months ago.

Anything for me? Rafe asked, sticking his head through the office door.

Her shop was in a very trendy area so she could capitalize on the tourists visiting the