Caribbean Nights

I've never met a woman I couldn't love - for one night. I'm the bad boy, the player, the sexy heartbreaker you meet in a bar and take home. And after my last hellish tour of duty as a SEAL, sun, sand, and sex are my new mission in life. Happily ever after? Pass. I'll give you the best 12 hours of your life, and then I'm gone because why settle down when playing the field is so fun? All that changes when I meet Valentina Fuentes.

Rescuing Marlee Williams was my first mistake. Now, she thinks we're wingmen. That we have each other's back. And there's something about Marlee that makes me smile, makes me want to be a better man even as I want to lock her in my bedroom and kiss her until we both run out of air. So when she asks me to do her a favor, I'm all in. I'm her wingman, after all. Except she needs someone to knock her up, to give her the baby she craves, and then leave.

You can call me Commander. My SEAL Team follows my lead, takes my orders, and acknowledges my authority. It's not just that I'm in charge - it's that I'm the best at what I do. You might think I'm arrogant, but if you follow my rules, we all come home. Cause and effect. Sure, I might be an asshole, but I'm the asshole in charge and I'll keep you safe. The only trouble is, Hindi Alvarez never swore an oath of allegiance.

Three years ago, I met a girl, we fell in love, and we got married on the beach in the Florida Keys. Then I went back to my SEAL team and she launched a career designing lingerie (yes, I'm a lucky man). While I fought in the sandbox, she became the star of a reality TV show because her stuff's that good. Hindi's loud and colorful and everything I'm not. She lives for the moment and tying her down would be like forcing a firefly into a jar.