I met Chief Wyatt Lockwood, a brazen US Navy SEAL, by accident one night after
coming in off a sniper mission. We met in the Operations building at Bagram Army
Base. He stood out among his SEAL team that had just flown in on a MH-47 Chinook
helo. He waltzed into Ops like he owned the damned place. His swagger was
because he was a Texas cowboy, to boot. He told me his family owned a huge ranch
in the western part of that state.
Damn, he has become such a pest in my life since that first meeting! I might
accidentally see him over at the chow hall. Or he’d come up and say hello at the
recreation hall where I loved to swim laps in the Olympic-sized pool. Or, we’d
see each other at Ops, like two ships passing in the night, with me going on a
sniper op with my spotter, or vice versa.
Lockwood’s reputation is well known on Bagram. The guy is easy on your eyes. He
has that larger-than-life male presence that just made women turn their heads and
salivate. And he knows it. SEALs are well known for their steely, low-key
confidence. Add a Texas-sized personality to that recipe, and you get what I mean
when I say Lockwood has charisma to burn.
For three years, he’s been shadowing me! You’d think the guy would get the
message I’m not interested in him, wouldn’t you? I try to avoid him when I come
in off a mission. Sometimes, he’ll meet me at Ops and he’ll have a Pepsi in his
hand, which he knows I love, and give it to me as a welcome home gesture. You get
really thirsty out on those sniper missions for something cold and sweet like
that. He makes a point of knowing what I like because my blabbermouth little
brother, Matt, tells him all about me. Sometimes I could wring his neck, too.
He’s an Army Delta Force sergeant and all of us are stationed at Bagram.
Being a stealthy black ops type, Wyatt always catches me off guard and shows back
up in my life at the most unexpected times. I’ve turned down pizza and beer with
the dude. I said no to going to the theater to watch a movie with him. No to
joining him at the gym for a work out. He just won’t leave me alone. I’ve even
turned down ice cream, which I love, at the parlor over on the food avenue. He
knows I will do damn near anything for it. Worse? Him and my younger brother,
Matt Culver, are the best of friends. He and Lockwood’s SEAL team are always going
out on covert missions together. I hate that they pal around after coming off a
mission. I love seeing Matt, but I could do without that Navy chief suddenly
materializing before me, too.
Lockwood shows up like a bad penny whenever Matt and I get together for a beer
over at the canteen to catch up with one another’s lives. You’d think Matt and
Wyatt were welded together at the hip. Really, I think its because Matt had two
sisters and no brother to grow up with in our family. That explains to me why he
and Wyatt are so tight. They’re a lot a like, and I hate to admit that. Matt is
not a woman chaser like the Texan is, thank goodness.
The reason I try to avoid him is because the cowboy’s name is always associated
with being a woman chaser. He’s left a string of broken hearts from one end of
Bagram to the other. Wyatt is way too likeable. If he wasn’t so damned cocksure
and brazen, I’d probably be in trouble. He’s expectant that I’ll swoon over him
just like every other woman has. That will NEVER happen! That good ole boy Texas
smile of his will melt steel, guaranteed. And it’s almost melted my resolve more
than one occasion, which is scary as hell to me.
And for sure, the man does not give up on his target of opportunity—which is me.
He’s made it clear he’s interested in a relationship with me. My heart is off
limits to him. There’s no way I’m playing his game of sex for a night and him
leaving the next morning to find his next conquest. He still doesn’t get why I
want nothing to do with him. One of these days he’s going to push me too far and
I’m going to lose my officer PC and let him have it with both barrels. I’m not
interested in becoming a notch on his gun belt. Oh. Did I tell you what his SEAL
‘handle’ is? Gunslinger. Says it all, doesn’t it?
The "Top Gun of Women's Military Fiction," Linsday McKenna has had 145
books published under the McKenna name since 1981, most dealing with military or
mercenary subjects, for several publishers: Simon and Schuster, Warner, Avon and
Berkely, Harlequin/Silhouette. She is the originator of the Military Romance
genre, with "Captive of Fate," Silhouette Special Edition, 1983. She has sold 23
million books worldwide and in 33 foreign languages. She proudly served in the US
Navy and was a meteorologist.
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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?
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