Free SEALs of Summer 2: A Military Romance Superbundle by Lynn Raye Harris, Elle Kennedy, Anne Marsh, Delilah Devlin, Sharon Hamilton, Jennifer Lowery, Cora Seton, Elle James, S.M. Butler, Zoe York, Kimberley Troutte

retreat-style self-defense course. Calli was happy to organize meals and lodging. It would mean hiring some housekeeping and wait staff, but money wasn’t an issue, and the amount of coin they’d be charging anyway would keep the project well in the black.
    “The range is cleared and I’ve got a good collection of targets. We’ll need an armories built down there for orderly dispensing of weapons, but it’s coming together nicely.”
    “Range?” Vince’s chair clattered as he sat straight-up, his gaze glued to Larken’s face.
    “Yeah. No point in having this nice big private island if we can’t shoot whenever we want, right?”
    He nodded slowly. “Right.”
    “What are you thinking?”
    “We should make use of that later.”
    “Deal.” She laughed. “Maybe I’ll finally reclaim the title of top marksman from you.”
    A look she couldn’t decipher twisted his face into a smirk. “You think you could?”
    Yeah, she did. While he’d spent the last dozen years jumping out of planes and diving deep under water and a whole bunch of other ridiculous things, she’d been a grunt. A good one, who spent as much time as she could on a range. And while she’d never put her name in for the annual competition again, she’d trained two kids who’d been ended up in the top three, without having gone to sniper school.
    He nodded, one brow cocked. “Deal. How about we make it interesting?”
    “What were you thinking?”
    He pulled the Browning he’d won in the poker game from his shoulder holster and set it on the table. “I’ll put that in.”
    “Okay, I’ll get some cash.”
    “No cash.” His voice slicked out like liquid silk, rushing over her as his meaning became clear. “Your key.”
    “You want another week in Casa White?”
    “Nope. I want the cottage permanently.” That look flickered in his eyes again, but it disappeared before she could lock on to its meaning.
    “No deal.” She didn’t want to put her haven on the line.
    “Have a little faith in yourself, Larken.”
    He said it gently, but suddenly she was painfully aware that her teammates were all watching. All hearing Vince point out that she didn’t have faith in herself. Damn him, because it wasn’t true, not really, but it had been, and either way, it was all too close to home. Hot embarrassment flooded her chest, but before she could push away from the table and storm off, Rik’s voice interjected.
    “I’m in.”
    She snapped her gaze to her boss, who just shrugged. “I like to shoot, too.”
    Ha. That was an understatement. Rik could out-shoot both of them, backwards and on cross-country skis. Norwegian freak. But the distraction worked—she never backed down from a challenge. “You want my cottage, boss?”
    “You’re going to turn my magnificent house into a glorified bed and breakfast. I wouldn’t mind a little privacy with my wife.”
    “Fine.” She yanked her key out of her pocket and tossed it next to the Browning. “I’m in.”
    Rik added a clip of money to the pile, then Jackson threw on a pair of Miami Heat tickets.
    He shrugged at the scandalized look Mats gave him. “What? That’s not cheaping out. They’re courtside.”
    The younger Norwegian rolled his eyes, tossing in a roll of bills. “Fine. I’m in. I want that Browning back.”
    That just left Calli, who laughingly bowed out, and Trent, who tossed on another one of his listening pens.
    “Cheap-ass bastard.” Jackson muttered, which made Mats howl in outrage. “Shut. Up. Courtside tickets are a big fucking deal.”
    Rik held up his hand and everyone quieted down. “All right, Larken. What are we shooting?”
    “M-16, three position, at three hundred and six hundred yards. and a 9 mm pistol of your choice, slow-fire and rapid-fire, at twenty-five and fifty meters.” The familiar rules spilled out of her with ease. “We’ll skip the closer distances because we’re not wusses, right?”
    “That favors the snipers among us,” Jackson