This takes place at a USO dance in Long Binh, Vietnam. Libby suspects she’s being hunted…and she’s right. 🙂

She turned and there he was. The song kicked over and captured her current situation in spades with the lines from Sam the Sham and the Pharohs’ Lil’ Red Ridin’ Hood. If she could remember how, she’d laugh at the irony.

She’d only seen him for a few minutes on an airfield, and he looked like he’d swallowed sour grapes when she smiled at him, but here he was, his six-foot four frame parting the crowd swifter than Moses ever parted the Red Sea. He didn’t look particularly happy to see her. No, he looked…hungry. Every part of her being reacted. Her stomach tightened, and her skin heated to a temperature she was sure wasn’t healthy. Her heart thundered like incoming missiles, and she had the irrational need to rip off her clothes and rid her now oversensitive skinof the scratchy, heavy material.

Lord, his eyes glowed an almost feral yellow and pinned her to her spot, challenging her to run at the same time his smile said he’d be thrilled with the hunt if she did. Unlike the squared away sailors, his midnight black hair ran to shaggy and unkempt. An olive green t-shirt and jacket stretched over sinewy muscle, but instead of camo bottoms black Levi’s hugged muscled thighs.

He wasn’t going to ask her to dance.

She ran her tongue over parched lips, and with a grunt, he was there, his mouth hot and hungry over hers, devouring her. Oh God, it was so good. When strong fingers dug into her bottom and brought her flush against him, she felt him hard and ready. Libby roped her arms around his neck and held on tight. His tongue swept her bottom lip, and she opened for him, moaning when his tongue tangled with hers in a slow, easy manner. He tasted of cigar, whiskey and the awful punch they served, but somehow, mixed with his unique flavor it was nectar of the gods.

In the humid heat surrounding them, she heard raised voices demanding this man let her go. When his lips parted from hers she whispered, “Don’t let me go.”

With a smile that said he owned her, he claimed her mouth again and dug those fingers deeper into the soft flesh of her buttocks until she was sure she’d be branded inside and out.

She’d let a few boys kiss her and even fewer touch her like this, but she’d never surrendered herself to any man. Never wanted to until right now when she ached for this man to fill her and take what was his.

Then, with a jolt, he was ripped from her. “Fuck! Knock it off, Cowboy.”

“Get your goddamn hands off me, Hunter, or lose ‘em.”

The other man, dressed similar to her SEAL, raised his hands in surrender. “It’s your ass, Cowboy. Here comes the Captain.”

The mist lifted from Libby’s mind and her senses returned one by one. She pressed two fingers to her swollen lips, his taste still filling her mouth. Her gaze swung from one man to the next and then rested on the one called Cowboy as she tugged hem of her mini-dress in place.

She opened her mouth, but shut it when he turned eyes now settled to a shade like warm caramel on her. “Your name?”

There was urgency in his question and she gazed behind him to see an older man plowing through the crowd toward them. She grabbed his hand in hers like she could anchor him there. “Libby.”


“Libby Boden.”

With a sharp nod, he pressed his lips hard against hers and held her forehead against his. “Jack Kerr. And I’m gonna finish this someday, Libby Boden.”

Copyright © 2015 Kirsten Lynn
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A new breed of warrior…
LTJG Jack “Cowboy” Kerr doesn’t know crap about corn and cattle. But put him in a fire fight and he’ll clean-up like Wyatt Earp on the streets of Tombstone. An elite warrior unleashed on the mangroves and rice paddies of Vietnam, he and his men are common men with an uncommon desire to succeed. It’s not long before the name given to them by the Vietnamese, Men with Green Faces, strikes fear in the enemy and hope to allies. His life is the Navy…his family are the brother SEALs on his left and right. He’s the ultimate hunter/operator. But Jack never thought stealing a kiss from a USO girl would change his life and turn him from hunter to hunted.

An old soul and tender heart…
Libby Boden is a Wyoming cowgirl born and bred. Her determination to serve her country and to follow her cousins and brother leads her to Vietnam. She’ll do anything to stay in-country, as part of the USO, to be close to her loved ones and the SEAL who stole a kiss and her heart. When tragedy strikes separating her from her Frogman, Libby will use all the lessons learned at the feet of her grandparents, Kyle and Lena Allaway, to hunt him down and show him the Navy forgot to issue him one essential…her.

Across three continents……In a world gone crazy these two might find all they need is the air they breathe and each other…




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