My name is Justin Hauten. My friends call me Hotten. So do my enemies. I’m a staff sergeant in the U.S. Army and my friends and I recently returned from Afghanistan after unraveling the beginnings of a government conspiracy. That’s what my best friend, Sean “Nebraska” Walker calls it. I would rather be blissfully ignorant, but I’m not, and with knowledge comes responsibility. The responsibility to uncover the truth and maybe, just maybe, save a few lives and not die in the process. I’m pretty sure dying sucks and I haven’t had the chance to tell Aaron how I feel.
Because I’m hopelessly in love.

Warning: this story contains hot men, hot men in a shower, bomb threats, kick-ass moms, secret agents, an artful mention of doilies, Mary Lovecross, naked men, a hunchback named Geoff, badass Julia, even more fistfights, bruises and cuts and guns, a hysterical sidekick, a seedy bar called The Itchy Nail, a pirate hallucination, and a happily ever after.