Fredo’s Dream by Sharon Hamilton
Fredo’s Dream by New York Times Bestselling Author Sharon Hamilton is now on sale!
Navy SEAL Alphonso Manuel Esquidido "Fredo" Chavez has the heart of a lion and would do anything to protect and honor his beautiful bride, Mia. He'd fought for her love tirelessly, even after his Team buddies suggested he give up. But it was more than pride that wounded him when he discovered he could not father children. He is raising another man's son as his own, but can never give her what she wants more than possibly anything else in the world. He has kept this a secret only unto himself and his best friend, Cooper. And he knows time is not on his side.
Mia Guzman has come a long way from wild child girlfriend of San Diego drug dealers to devoted mother and now dutiful wife of the man she now knows was always there for her, and always will be. She yearns to have a child with Fredo, to honor him with her body in every way she can, perhaps making up for the years she discounted his devotion.
Their beautiful love and marriage will be tested to the limits through twists and turns before the dramatic final outcome readers will love.
This is Book 2 of Sharon’s Fredo series and was preceded by the novella, Fredo’s Secret (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 FREDO’S DREAM…
They pulled up in front of the house. Fredo sucked in air like his life depended on it. He felt a paw squeeze his left shoulder.
“Tell her, man. Make sure you take that burden off you. If it’s her story, she has to unburden herself. But you don’t take that on for her. You can’t save her from everything.
And you’re tough, Fredo. You’re the toughest motherfucker I’ve ever seen on and off the battlefield.”
He didn’t know why, but he thought of something funny.
“Until this thing about the baby, you know what was the toughest challenge I had?”
“Getting my pants on with a stiffy. Damnedest thing, I’ve been fuckin hard ever since she touched me that first time on the cruise. That first time I knew she wanted me for me.”
“See? Normally I’d give you a ration of shit for that one. But that’s good. Focus on that.”
Fredo glanced down at his lap and grinned as his boner came back to life.
“Some men fuck better scared, so think about that and not what you might find out, either now or later. Doesn’t matter. She loves you. You know—Hell the whole platoon knows—she loves you. Whatever happened, I’m sure there was a good reason. And you know how I think about the testing, just get yourself goddamned tested, asshole. You’re like those new recruits who cry when they get their first Wompa Shot.”
“Okay, I’m ready.” Fredo grabbed his duty bag and got out of the Hummer. He leaned back into the window to accept Coop’s final words of advice.
“Suck it up, Buttercup.”
Why couldn’t it have been something manly?
“Fredo, you don’t do this, and I’m gonna get Danny and Kyle, and T.J. and Jones, and we’re gonna hold you down and tweeze that fuckin’ unibrow. Who knows, under all that hair, you might be a handsome man!”
He swore but was much more pleased with this “normal” sendoff. He started laughing to himself and then remembered one more thing and ran back to the window. “There were two things I struggled with. You won’t believe what the second one was.”
“You wear pink women’s underwear and were hiding it from your wife.”
“In your dreams.”
“Not my dreams asshole.”
“I actually learned to get used to tofu and stir fry vegetables. I actually got to like the taste of some green in my diet. Can you believe that?”
Coop shook his head and started the vehicle, shouting back, “Go fuck your wife, Fredo and quick pulling my leg.” He drove off with a low rumble, screeched his tires at the corner, and was gone. Just before he disappeared, he held up his middle finger.
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About the Author
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.