Tyler Tahoe. Badass. SEAL. Player. Powerful. Jerk. Available. All words used to describe me for the past ten years. Wrapped up in the war, running and gunning constantly, has taken its toll on me. My next assignment is supposed to be a break, something to aid in taking the edge off; help open a new base in the miniscule, coastal, Florida town of Bronze Bay. A non-deployable position, I can work-out, decompress, and handle the mundane tasks of structuring a new SEAL command. Or, in other words, enjoy my free time with the tanned, toned, country women of the south. Mission accepted. Falling for a southern belle wasn't supposed to happen. In fact, it's more stressing than any challenge in my sordid past. Especially when she uttered the words, "I am a virgin." Someone cover me, I'm going in. Caroline My first memory is in an airplane over the waters of the Gulf of Mexico. My daddy sitting beside me and my heart full of joy. When I was sixteen, I made my first solo flight over those exact same waters. My daddy owns and operates the little airport in Bronze Bay, so my eyes have been skyward for as long as I can remember. Things like men and college, never appealed to me. My days are spent waitressing in my Mama's diner, counting down the hours until I can head to the airport. Then the SEALs came and changed everything. Big, brutal, jerks, forcing themselves into our little slice of paradise. Demanding use of our airport. One man in particular, aiming to take more than I'm ready to give. He is beautiful. Magnetic. Strong. Convincing. For the first time in my life, I'm flying in a different, exhilarating way. Keeping it isn't going to be easy when merely looking at the man makes me think of four words. Foxtrot. Uniform. Charlie. Kilo. Bless my heart, I'm in trouble.