Until I Fall

I gave my heart to a Navy SEAL.

He took it with him to his grave. Eleven years later, ignoring the yawning void is as automatic as breathing. Working brutal hours, dating a comfortably commitment-phobic guy, hanging with my best friends.

Anything until exhaustion-or an extra glass of wine-claims my consciousness.

And then my comfort zone is invaded by Anderson Hawkins' piercing green eyes.

He says he's a tattoo artist, but his mastery of the short answer, weird schedule, and military ink te...