Lust in Translation

Beginning a new career as a linguist at Harbour Point SEAL base is a fresh start. It's a way to bury my loss. The grief. The façade my shot-gun marriage has become. It is the only bright spot in an otherwise dim existence. I don't expect to rekindle a friendship with a wildly cocky, always humorous, and sometimes demanding Navy SEAL. I'm supposed to teach him foreign languages. The job is supposed to give me purpose. Quickly my friend ensnares me with more than just his wit and bad pronunciation. He traps me with salvation. Lust has a pulse--a memory. It strips inhibitions and dilutes the world around us. Love? That comes and goes. Lust is the only language capable of healing. It's his language. I will speak it to save him. To save myself. It's the only choice.