Hunter — Irish Winters

Devil dogs don't have hearts… They don't need one. Hunter Christian didn't. He was a warrior. A Marine. The last thin line of defense between good and evil, and he was damned proud of it. He'd killed for his country and he'd do it again. He just didn't expect that call-to-arms in the middle of one of those easy TEAM ops, or that he'd have to kill in front of the woman he once loved. The one he left behind… Life is full of surprises… How well Meredith Flynn knew. She'd come to Venezuela to beta test the latest innovation out of McCormack Industries. Instead, she's running for her life with the last person she'd expected to find there. But Hunter's not the man she used to know. His once gentle heart has hardened. Profanity and ink blacken his body. Is this what happens to soldiers, to men who've gone to war? She'll never know…