by Sharon Hamilton
Alphonso “Fredo” Manuel Esquidido Chavez has been a fan-favorite SEAL since the very first book he appeared in, Accidental SEAL. He’s not as tall, and doesn’t get the girls like some of the other SEALs, although he has a “heart the size of the ocean” as I’ve said many many times. Indeed, that’s a direct quote from His LPO and many of the men on his SEAL Team 3.
Fredo is also not as good-looking as some of the other SEALs. He sports a unibrow, has a wide flat nose, rather like this Hollywood actor Luis Guzman. In fact, his is the face I see as I write these books about him. He smiles sparingly, has a dry sense of humor, and loves very passionately. The fact that he’s been unlucky in love, and then finally gets the most beautiful of all the SEAL wives or girlfriends, is testament to the fact that beauty is judged by what’s in a man’s heart, and not on his face, or in his jeans (sorry, couldn’t help it!).
Fredo is an explosives expert. Doesn’t believe in eating anything green other than tomatillo sauce or cilantro. He thinks his best buddy, Calvin “Coop” Cooper is nuts for being such a health nut, drinking kale juice and eating tofu burgers. He’s passionate, as are the other SEALs to protect the innocent, and he can’t stand to see this happen, almost gets into trouble for it.
My Christmas present to my readers then, who have been emailing me for the past 3 years, asking when Fredo will have his book. Well, it’s a novella, not a full length book, but it will only have Fredo’s point of view, so you’ll get as much of him as you like.
I plan to release this before Christmas, barring any editing snafus. And I’m trying to enjoy the holidays too, but I won’t let you down! Enjoy an excerpt from Fredo’s Secret:
He found his old friend sitting at a long table, as if they were expecting their usual cadre of regulars from Kyle’s Team. Fredo hoped Coop hadn’t invited anyone today.
“How’s it hanging, Fredo?” Coop asked as they fist-bumped.
“Not complaining.” Fredo motioned to their usual waitress and she acknowledged his need for a beer. Cooper sat behind his mineral water, chewing on ice and making his usual noise.
“You know, Coop, I’m not sure your dentist is very happy with you. You gonna crack all your teeth.”
“Nothin’ wrong with my teeth, Fredo. My great grandfather was a horse. We got great teeth.”
“I’m not talking about how well you were endowed, I was talking—”
“Well, that too, if you must know. But then you seen me in the shower, so this should be no surprise. So you wanna tell me why we’re talking about my dick?”
Fredo adjusted his defense mechanism. He was going to spout off something offensive in response to Coop’s remark, as was their pattern, but he reeled himself in. Part of him was so angry he wanted to punch something. If Cooper got in the way, it wouldn’t be good.
“Okay, well, I just came from the doctor, and he’s told me I’m sterile. I’m fuckin’ shootin’ blanks. No little zarapes or baby sombreros in my future, Coop. No father of the bride walking down the aisle shit for me.”
“Borrow a sperm, you mean let Mia get a sperm from someone else?”
“No, asshole, that wouldn’t be borrowing one, that would be making one a part of your family.” Cooper’s half smile and partial frown was hard to read. “Borrow a kid,” he said, nodding.
“Just how the fuck do I borrow a kid? Besides, Mia wants her own kid. She wants my kid.”
“No she doesn’t. She wants you, and if she doesn’t, she’s hopelessly crazy.”
“I think I know my Mia.”
“Sure you do. What I’m sayin’ is you adopt. Nothing wrong with that. Hell, I’d have done that if it happened to us.”
“But I want my own.”
“You honestly think you could tell which fuckin’ sperm was yours if you looked at them under a microscope? What the hell difference does it make? That’s like saying you could never love a woman because some other man got there first. That makes no sense at all.”
Cooper did have a point. “I think in this case, I would be able to tell mine from others. Mine would be with dented heads and wouldn’t move.”
“Dented heads, huh? What kind of a doctor showed you what your sperm looked like? That does no fuckin’ good. I’d have nightmares if they showed me that shit. Like a science fiction freak show or something.”
“I wanted him to prove it to me.”
“Oh. Well, then, that explains it. You dumb shit. You didn’t need to see that.”
Cooper nearly finished his mineral water, sucked on the lime until his cheeks caved in, and then chewed on ice. He looked at Fredo like a cow chewing hay, watching the cars go by and not keeping up with the movement. “I don’t care what mine look like.”
“Yeah, well yours swim.”