Countdown to DO OR DIE, Day Two!

Navy SEALs.

I love writing about ’em, and many readers love reading about ’em. But one of the most fun things to do is to write characters (like former-police-detective-turned-lawyer Martell Griffin) who are forced to work with SEALs and former SEALs, and don’t necessarily like doing so. (For a lot of reasons.)

As a writer, I’m always looking for ways to make sure my readers know exactly who and what Navy SEALs are — believe it or not, not everyone knows!

So in DO OR DIE, I let Martell vent and rant a bit about his being forced to work with former SEAL Ian Dunn. Ian has just successfully evaded Martell, leaving him in the dust, extremely pissed, but not all that surprised. Because SEAL.

Here, from Martell’s POV, is a short excerpt from DO OR DIE — on sale 2/4/14 in hardcover and ebook from Ballantine Books, and in audio (read by Patrick Lawlor and Melanie Ewbank) from Blackstone Audio.

Martell had met plenty of SEALs and former SEALs while doing the occasional odd job for Ric, and they were holy-mother-of-*what-the-fuck* crazy—every single one of ’em.

Start with the fact that the training they went through to become a Navy freaking SEAL was just shy of torture—carrying telephone polls up and down the beach and into the freezing surf; running, running, always running, in full combat gear on soft sand; jumping out of airplanes and waiting until they nearly hit the ground before opening their chutes; swimming, miles and miles when they weren’t fricking running; exiting submarines via torpedo tubes—yeah, that shit was full-frontal insane. And that’s what they did in the morning, before they had lunch.

The training didn’t end when they became honest-to-bejesus SEALs and won their freaky little eagle-shaped pin to which they gave the extremely irreverent name of “Budweiser” despite the fact that it meant the world to them. Yeah, that’s when it all got even harder. And that’s also when they went out into what they called the *real world* and saved people from pirates, and ended the terror-reigns of dickheads like Osama bin Laden.

And *that* was what they called just another Monday.

Part of the job, nothing to see, move it along . . .

Yeah, they did it all without trumpet fanfare, as a matter of course, risking life and limb, working cheerfully together in close-knit teams even if they hated one another’s guts, saying shit like *The only easy day was yesterday.*

Which made it impossible, when around them, to complain about things like the meatball sub that was barely lukewarm when it had been delivered for lunch, or that boring legal brief he had to stay up into the wee hours to write because he’d procrastinated as long as he could and it was due in the morning.

Wah, wah, wah. And here he was, again, about to run crying to his evil government overlord, as Dunn had labeled Martell’s contact, because another Navy SEAL had figuratively kicked his ass.

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P.S. The name of Martell’s “evil government overlord?”
Jules Cassidy. 

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