Navy SEAL joins forces with FBI agent to find his missing daughter and slutty wife.
Even though she filed for divorce, Mary Lou never signed and returned the papers. Sam Starrett, a man of action, takes matters into his capable hands and travels from San Diego to Florida to find out why. He’s brooding but resolute. The brief marriage was doomed from the start, but he’d done the right thing when his lust for Mary Lou resulted in pregnancy, and he’s just about sworn off casual sex ever since. Maybe it sounds like a pansy thing to say, but Sam now wants “to be fucked for more than his blue eyes and his muscles and the fact that he was a lieutenant with the US Navy SEALS.” After his daughter was born, he did his utmost to care for her, when he wasn’t thousands of miles away Tracking Down Terrorists or Protecting the President. But he, a misunderstood man, has other things to worry about: military higher-ups think he was somehow involved with concealing terrorist weapons on the helicopter that sank when his team shot it down. Meanwhile, he’s hot on the trail of whoever blew a hole in the head of the decomposing female corpse on the kitchen floor of the crummy house his wife shared with her sister. Could be Mary Lou. Could be Janine. He’s in shock—though somewhat relieved that his daughter, now two-and-a-half, has vanished. If Haley’s alive, he’ll find her. Enter Alyssa Locke, beauteous FBI agent with a very healthy sex drive. She, too, is actually looking for love. But bad boys are what she lives for, and Sam, a man with a past, sure qualifies. Finding Mary Lou can’t be that hard—there are only twenty million slutty blond barflies in Florida and only a million are named Mary Lou. The daring duo swings into action.
Fast pace and snappy dialogue keep Gone Too Far afloat, despite the category-romance clichés: a first hardcover for the prolific Brockmann.