Montana SEAL Daddy (Brotherhood Protectors Book 7)

By: Elle James

About this Book

Brotherhood Protector and former Navy SEAL reunites with his lover when tasked to protect her and her baby girl when killers seek to silence her testimony

After the sudden disappearance of the amazing woman he fell for on vacation in Cozumel and nearly losing his own life on a politically volatile mission in Syria, Brandon Rayne “Boomer” leaves the SEAL brotherhood and signs on with the private security agency Brotherhood Protectors in Montana. Determined to forget the girl and maybe even try for a real life and start a family, he embraces his new life.

While on vacation in Cozumel, Daphne Miller fell in love with a hunky SEAL. On the verge of committing her heart and life to him, she becomes the unwitting witness to murder. Forced into witness protection, she doesn’t realize she’s pregnant, the product of the hot fling with the sexy SEAL. A year later, still pining for what could have been, with a baby girl to protect, Daphne’s safe house is compromised. In an attempt to evade the people trying to kill her to keep her from being a star witness in a big court case, she heads to Montana to find the only person she knows can help, the baby’s father.

Determined to put his desire for Daphne on the backburner, Boomer focuses his skills and cunning on keeping her alive long enough to testify. Together, they vow to protect baby Maya from being used as a pawn to control the outcome of a critical court case.


“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this heat.” Daphne Miller sat on the front porch of the small clapboard house out in the middle of the hills in practically nowhere Utah. She fanned herself with a five-month old copy of a celebrity magazine, wishing she were anywhere else in the world. “Do you think they’re any closer to getting the evidence they need to nail the bastard who killed Sylvia Jansen? I’d think my testimony alone would be sufficient to put him away for a very long time. Otherwise, why go to all the trouble of witness protection?”

Her forty-seven-year-old bodyguard with the gray streaks at his temples and weathered skin sat in a wooden rocking chair, his feet resting on the porch railing, a piece of straw sticking out of his mouth. Chuck Johnson rolled the straw between his teeth before answering. “You’d think after a year, the feds would have what they need.”

Daphne pushed to her feet, restlessness fueling her irritation. “All I know is that I’ve sat in this cabin in this godforsaken heat for longer than I can stand. I need to move on with my life. I can’t stay here forever. For all we know, they’ve forgotten I saw anything. Harrison Cooper probably thinks I’m dead or fell off the face of the earth. He might have moved on to his next victim by now. And I’m sitting here doing nothing.” She paced to the end of the porch and back, skirting Chuck and his feet propped against the porch railing.

A tiny cry sounded inside the house.

“I’ll get her.” Chuck dropped his booted feet to the porch and hurried inside to check on Maya, Daphne’s three-month old baby girl.

Daphne held up her hands and snorted. “He’s even better at parenting than her own mother.” She loved Maya, but sometimes she wondered if Maya loved Chuck more than her.

Chuck returned to the porch carrying Maya on one arm, cradling the back of her head with his opposite hand. He handed the child to Daphne. “I changed her, but it’s not a dirty diaper that’s making her fussy. She’s hungry.”

Daphne took the baby in her arms, sank into the rocking chair and lifted the hem of her tank top.

Too hot for a bra, she’d left it off that morning, giving Maya free access to her milk supply.

The baby rooted around until she found Daphne’s nipple and sucked hungrily, making slurping noises that made Daphne laugh.

Chuck cleared his throat and turned away. “I’ll make some iced tea.”

“Thank you.” Daphne smiled at the man’s reluctance to watch the baby nursing. Hell, he’d been there when Maya was born and helped Daphne when she’d had trouble getting the baby to latch on. Why he would feel the need to give her privacy now was a mystery. But Daphne liked to push his buttons. Anything for a reaction in the incredible boredom of her current situation.