From bestselling and award-winning author Selena Kitt - Over a Million Books Sold!The Eskimos may have over a hundred words for snow, but that doesn’t even come close to how many words the English language has for “slut”—and Lindsey has been called them all. “Hussy” is Lindsey’s personal favorite, given to her by her own grandmother, who likes to pat her on the hand and whisper, “Don’t worry, dear—a hussy is just a woman with the morals of a man.” But Lindsey’s not ashamed of her reputation. She knows she’s earned it—and she’s proud of it. After all, you only live once, right? In fact, she goes out of her way to make it known to every guy she comes in contact with, she’s available for the taking—the rougher, the better. That is until Lindsey meets Lieutenant Zachary Davis, a man who refuses to treat her like the trash she believes she really is. But can Lindsey change her impulsive ways and learn to value herself the way the Zach does? Warnings: Graphic language, sex, a girl with a slutty attitude bigger than Texas, a haunted past, and a sweet, hot man in uniform dead set on rescuing her.Note: Previously published as "Falling Down." EXCERPT:“You're a very pretty girl.” She shrugged. “Yeah? So?”He adjusted his white hat, still meeting her eyes. “So you don't have to do that to get attention.”Lindsey frowned, snapping her legs together and sitting straight up. “Do what?”“You know what.” “What are you all dressed up for—a parade or something?” Lindsey squinted at him and saw he was wearing a name tag: Lieutenant Zachary Davis.“I'm a recruiter.” “For what?” Lindsey snorted, looking him up and down. Even the man's shoes were white! “The Pillsbury Dough Boy?!” He raised an eyebrow in her direction. “The U.S. Navy.” “So you're... what... a sailor?”“On a nuclear submarine, but yes.” He cocked his head at her. “Do you have any interest in the Navy?”She rolled her eyes. “Only if we're at war.”“We are.”“Yeah, well... not here we're not.”“So what are you interested in...Lindsey?”He'd obviously been paying attention. She leaned forward, putting her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands. “Sex... Zach.”“Is that all?” “No...” She glanced over at the secretary, who was rifling through papers at her desk, but clearly listening to them. “I also like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain.”