He didnât want to need her...
Trouble just walked onto Knox McLemoreâs shipâtrouble with lush curves, red hair and an uptight attitude that both grates on his nerves and heats his blood. But former Navy SEAL Knox knows all about control. Especially when this sexy nautical archaeologist is the only thing standing between his diving teamâs claim on a famous shipwreck...and utter ruin.
Dr. Avery Walsh is grateful her icy persona hides the effect intimidating (and way-too-hot) Knox has on her. For two people who donât trustâor even likeâeach other much, the physical chemistry between them is unbelievable. But getting in too deep with Knox is the last thing Avery needs. Because she has a job to do...and dark little secrets to hide.
âYouâre hiding something, Avery...â
âAnd, yet, you had no problem putting your mouth all over me last night.â
She felt Knoxâs reaction to her words.
âI can separate business and pleasure. My question, Avery, is can you?â
Twisting out of his grasp, she scooted off the bed and turned to face him. He could read the hunger there.
âYes,â she finally said, her voice breathy.
Knox wasnât sure he believed her. But he also wasnât sure it really mattered anymore.
His hands settled at her hips, fingers slipping beneath the hem of her cotton tank to find the soft skin of her belly beneath. He needed more.
And this time he had no intention of denying himself what he wanted most...her.
Dear Reader,
Everyone has secrets. Those pieces of our livesâand ourselvesâweâd rather keep hidden. But generally when the truth finds the light of dayâand it always doesâthe fallout isnât as bad as we expect.
When someone truly loves us, they donât see our flaws as earth-shattering and can often help us put our fears into perspective. Being vulnerable enough to share both the best and the worst of ourselves is the biggest step in any relationship.
As you can imagine, that moment doesnât come quickly for Knox McLemore and Avery Walsh. Averyâs secret has the potential to destroy Knoxâs business and upend her world. How can she tell him the truth without losing everything that matters to herâincluding him?
I hope you enjoy In Too Deep. Be sure to return in November for the last book in the SEALs of Fortune series, Under Pressure. Iâd love to hear from you at kirasinclair.com, or come chat with me on Twitter, @KiraSinclair.
Best Wishes,
Kira
KIRA SINCLAIR writes emotional, passionate contemporary romances. A double winner of the National Readersâ Choice Award, her first foray into writing fiction was for a high school English assignment. Nothing could dampen her enthusiasm...not even being forced to read the love story aloud to the class. Writing about sexy heroes and strong women has always excited her. She lives with her two beautiful daughters in North Alabama. Kira loves to hear from readers at kirasinclair.com.
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âHERE COMES FUN,â Asher Reynolds taunted under his breath.
Knox McLemore fought the urge to wipe the crooked smirk off his business partnerâs face. At the moment Asher was making it damn difficult to remember they were also friends.
âTrouble,â Knox countered. Clearly, the woman walking toward them was nothing but trouble.
From the deck of the Amphitrite, Tridentâs diving ship, Knox squinted. He didnât bother shielding his eyes from the glare of the Bahamian sun. It was a small nuisance compared to the major pain in his ass marching down the dock in their direction.
She paused, speaking with the two men toting her luggageâall six matching pieces of it. He couldnât hear her words, but even from this distance, her no-nonsense expression had his spine snapping straight. Dammit all to hell.
He almost felt sorry for the men to whom she was currently giving detailed instructions.
Dr. Avery Walsh was dressed as if she thought the bustling pier was Wall Streetâperfectly tailored cream pants with a knife-edge crease ironed into each leg, a jade silk top and a cream blazer that hugged the curves of her body and buttoned just below the swell of her breasts.
If she was trying to hide the assets God had given her, she was failing. The jacketâs button sparkled in the sun, some kind of stone that drew a manâs eye right there...and then automatically up.
She looked tall, but that was an entirely artificial impression considering the five-inch heels she wore. How the hell did she manage to walk across the uneven boards without catching one of those spindly spikes in a crack?