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From the desk of US Navy SEAL Chief Wyatt Lockwood:
There’s a wild filly who keeps avoid’n my lasso here at Bagram Army Base. Captain Tal Culver, US Marine Corps, stole my heart from the first time I accidentally ran into her at Ops. My SEAL team and I were coming in off an Op. I didn’t know her at that time, but she was a Marine sniper and was there with her spotter, filling out paperwork at the Ops desk. She had greasepaint all over her face and hands. When I saw her, I realized instantly she wasn’t a man. Not because of her desert cammos and Kevlar vest she was wearing, either. I guess my heart meter detected she was female, was all I can surmise.
Anyway, it was as if we both became aware of one other at the same instant. I wore greasepaint, my cammo clothes filthy dirty and smelling to high heaven after six days out on a mission.
Our eyes met and held. I felt such a bolt of lightning surge through me, that it caught me completely by surprise. I was stunned in place. That had never happened before when I would meet a woman I was drawn to. It was her spring green colored eyes, slightly tilted, that gave her an incredibly beautiful, exotic look. Never mind she had greasepaint on instead of make-up. I’d anchored to the spot and my mouth dropped open. Her black hair was caught in a ponytail that hung between her shoulder blades, mostly hidden beneath the Kevlar vest she wore.
My whole body felt like it was on fire and I knew right then and there, I wanted this warrior woman. There was nothing weak about her from the blazing look of disdain she gave me as I stood there, nonplussed. Sheer, unadulterated confidence poured off her. I saw her sniper rifle in a bag leaning up against the Ops desk. I didn’t know the Marine Corps had ANY female snipers in their ranks, much less at Bagram. How the hell did SHE escape my radar? I think at that point I snapped my mouth closed, still holding her “don’t screw with me” glare in my direction.
She turned away, continuing to fill out the report at the desk, ignoring the hell out of me. Well! Women just did NOT ignore me. Not ever. I had little girls in kindergarten following me around, and then in grade school, high school and then, in the Navy. I never wanted for a woman. My team called me a babe magnet. Yeah, that was pretty accurate. Women have always been drawn to me.
But not THIS woman. She was six feet tall, hard and lean bodied, and probably weighed around a hundred sixty pounds. You couldn’t tell much beneath all the mannish gear she wore. But my imagination filled in all those unknown blank spots beneath her Kevlar vest, two drop holsters on each thigh, a Ka-Bar knife wrapped around her right lower leg, the Camelback and radio equipment in her ear and attached to her left epaulet of her dirt stained blouse.
I WANTED her. ALL of her. She was MINE. I made it my sole purpose in life to lasso this beautiful, proud and confident warrior into my bed. Come hell or high water.
The disdainful look she gave me after she handed in her report to the Ops officer behind the desk was enough to make any man feel like a crispy critter torched in the flames of her narrow-eyed look. And it looked like it would take hell and high water to convince her I was the ONE.
Texans don’t run from a fight; they run toward it. And I knew in that nanosecond that Captain Tal Culver was going to be my ultimate challenge. She threw down an invisible gauntlet between us as we stood there six feet apart, staring one another down like two alpha wolves checking the other out. I wonder if she knew I was from Texas? Then she’d realize the utter futility of saying ‘no’ and turning me down.
At that moment I gave her a cockey grin, letting her know I’d picked up that silent challenge. She was mine. She just didn’t know it yet….
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Enjoy an excerpt from Tangled Pursuit:
Realizing she craved another cup of Turkish coffee, Tal pushed back in her black leather chair and stood. As she turned, she gasped. Wyatt stood in the doorway, a welcoming grin on his face. He was dressed in civilian clothes of jeans and a dark blue cowboy shirt with pearl buttons down the front of it. His hands were on his hips. He wore an old leather bomber jacket that made him look like the rogue he was. Plus a black baseball cap with the SEAL logo embroidered in gold on the front of it.
“Wyatt!” she gasped.
“Made the flight in a little early, darlin’,” he drawled, stepping into the office and opening his arms to her.
Tal still limped on her newly healed ankle. She wore a special boot that had a brace within it to shore up her weak ankle for now. She didn’t fly to him as she would have before her injury, but she certainly wanted to! Joyful shock worked through her as she saw him for the first time without his shaggy hair and beard. He was much more handsome now that she could see his full face. His gray eyes sparkled with warmth as he walked toward her with that casual, boneless grace of his. But before he did, he pushed the door closed with the heel of his cowboy boot.
“Come here,” he growled, sliding his arms around Tal, bringing her against him.
Tal whispered his name as she lifted her mouth to his descending one. The scent of sage soap entered her nostrils. He was clean-shaven, his hair now cut military short. In jeans and a cowboy shirt, Wyatt looked more like a male model than the badass SEAL he really had been. Joy flowed through her as he brought his mouth down to hers, and she eagerly returned his deep kiss. There was nothing tame about this meeting, his arms closing tightly around her, her breasts pressed fully against his chest. He tasted of mint toothpaste, his masculine scent making her lower body explode with violent need in every possible way.
Reluctantly, they eased from their kiss, staring at one another in silence except for their ragged breathing.
“How did you get here so soon?” Tal finally whispered, stepping out of his arms.
“I took an earlier flight,” he said. Holding her hands and giving her a critical look, he said, “You look like a CEO, Tal. Nice-looking black wool pantsuit, bright red silk blouse, and hey, you’re even wearing gold earrings. I like your hair up on your head. Did your mom help you with it?”
Tal laughed. “No. But Mom is teaching me the fine art of hairstyling. I can clean up every once in a while, Lockwood.”
Wyatt chuckled, releasing one hand and bringing over a chair next to hers at her desk. “You did this just for me, darlin’?” He led her over to her chair, watching her limp as she walked.
Tal carefully sat down. Her ankle wasn’t flexible yet, as much as she wished it was. She watched Wyatt take off his leather coat and absorbed his powerful chest and broad shoulders. He hung it on the back of his chair and sat down, his gaze pinned on her. Tal could feel him intently checking her out. She’d missed that, and it felt good to have that kind of caring aimed directly at her.
“All for you, cowboy. I usually wear jeans and a long-sleeve tee, if you want to know the truth. We were going to pick you up at the airport in a couple of hours and I wanted to look nice for you.”
“You do.” Wyatt gestured to her ankle. “You’re limping pretty well, too. How’s the physical therapy going?”
Tal pointed to the cane leaning against her desk. “I’m supposed to use that when I walk, but I hate it. I’m just not going to do it, Wyatt.” She saw him nod and give her a sympathetic look. “I do PT three times a week. My ankle’s still pretty stiff but slowly responding over time. Not fast enough for me, though.”
“It’s tough for a racehorse to suddenly be put out to pasture when she’s used to winning her races.”
Tal leaned back in her chair. “Yes.”
“How’s the transition been going for you as the new CEO of Artemis Security?” Wyatt asked. “You don’t say much in our Skype calls or in emails.”
“Because it’s all top secret.”
“Yeah, I got that.” Wyatt looked around, approval in his expression. “Nice digs. State-of-the-art, from the looks of it.” He gestured toward the huge windows. “Bulletproof glass, to boot. Nice call.”
“Yes. We’re on full alert at Artemis.” She frowned. “Even though we’re camouflaged as a working hydroponic organic farm, one of our many enemies might one day find out where we’re operating and try to destroy us.”
“Yeah,” he said heavily, “I know. So, you got the latest materials to make this place less visible to passing satellites?” He peered up at the ceiling, checking it out.
“Yes, we’re completely immune to any unwanted invasion by electronic device, drone, laser, infrared, heat sensors, or satellite snooping with their facilities. The walls are made of the latest composite material. They won’t find us from the sky or by using their ground-search instruments.”
“Good,” Wyatt murmured. “I want you safe, darlin’.”
Excerpt. ©Lindsay McKenna. Posted by arrangement with the publisher. All rights reserved.
Navy SEAL Chief Wyatt Lockwood is fascinated by Marine sniper Captain Talia Culver. But she wants nothing to do with him after learning of his reputation as a heartbreaker. The cocky Texan refuses to take the hint and keeps placing himself in Tal’s path. When she agrees to help him tend to needy families in an Afghan village, she learns there’s more to this SEAL than meets the eye. But is she strong enough to risk having her heart broken again?
Wyatt can’t stay away from the beautiful, surly Marine. Tal is fascinating—and frustrating—and he is determined to crack through her tough exterior and get to know the soft woman he knows lurks beneath the surface. When he joins Tal on a sniper mission in the Afghan mountains, their bond continues to grow. But the mission takes a dangerous turn. Has he lost his chance with Tal forever?
Meet the Author:
Lindsay McKenna lives her life as a risk taker, and it shines through the books she loves to write: romance, adventure and suspense. She started writing at age thirteen and continues to hone her writing skills to this day. She sold her first romance novel in 1981. The rest is history.
Because she went into the military, this experience became the backbone of her writing—she is credited with writing the first military romance novel (Captive of Fate, 1983, Silhouette Special Edition) and has created a thriving sub-genre within the romance field! As a New York Times Best Selling author, she has sold 23 million books and in 32 foreign languages in her career thus far. Her many experiences in the U.S. Navy are backdrop for her understanding of the military in general, and also her very successful Morgan’s Mercenaries, which is an ongoing series in Silhouette to this day! Forty-five books strong!
Lindsay has gone Indie in 2015 and has created a new family saga on par with Morgan’s Mercenaries It is known as the DELOS SERIES. There will be paperback and eBooks created under Blue Turtle Publishing, her company for her fans. Readers who love Morgan and his family are bound to fall in love with the Culver family. Delos is romantic suspense, which Lindsay is well known for. It took her five years to create and bring DELOS to her readers. It was worth the wait, but we’ll let you decide that.
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