To Seduce a SEAL (Sin City SEALs 3)

Chrissie opened her eyes, still gulping for precious air.

Crunch!

Her jaw dropped as she watched a man twice Jared’s size punch her backup singer.

Or former backup singer. He was still fired.

After the video shoot.

The tall, dark-haired wall of muscle drove his other fist into Jared’s gut, and the smaller man crumbled like a wannabe cowboy who’d wandered into the corral and picked a fight with the real deal. Her backup singer doubled over and dropped to his knees at the larger man’s feet.

Or maybe her savior was a body builder with a hero complex.

She turned her attention to the man who’d rushed in to save the day. Oh, he had muscles all right. But she suspected he didn’t spend all of his time in the gym.

“Stay down.” Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome growled.

Jared whimpered and looked as if he might cry.

The man who’d rushed in and rescued her turned to her. His expression softened as his deep brown eyes scanned her from head to toe. A lock of his wavy, dark hair fell over his forehead.

Her hero looked as if he’d stolen Patrick Dempsey’s hair and Channing Tatum’s muscles. And to her impromptu rescue she was wearing a witch’s wig that had been on clearance at the Halloween store.

But without the ugly wig, someone might recognize her, and she’d be stuck signing autographs instead of rehearsing.

“Are you all right, ma’am?” he asked.

“Fine.” She gasped, still fighting to regain her equilibrium.

His brow furrowed as he reached into one of the many pockets lining his shorts. He withdrew a cell phone. “Would you like me to call the police?”

“No,” she said quickly. “Really, I’m fine.”

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His concern deepened as if the word “fine” meant something altogether different to him.

She offered him her best smile, the one that won over audiences night after night.

“I saw what happened,” he said. “I can give a statement. It won’t be your boyfriend’s word against yours.”

“Chris—” Jared started.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Chrissie said, cutting Jared off before he could reveal her identity to the stranger. “We’re backup singers. Both of us. We’re shooting a music video out here later today. And we wanted to get in some practice.” She forced a fake laugh. “Clearly, we need it.”

The man with the movie star muscles took a step back. “Music video?”

“Uh-huh. The song is about lust, love, and well…” She bit her lower lip and glanced at her feet. “Sex. It’s a country song.”

He crossed his arms in front of his chest, drawing attention to his biceps.

One touch. Just one.

But she fought the temptation. She needed the handsome stranger to continue with his hike through the canyons before he recognized her. Or decided to call the cops despite her protests.

“I don’t know much about country music,” he said.

Shoot! I should have said hip-hop.