Too sexy to resist?
Danielle Andrews was supposed to be on her honeymoon. Instead, sheâs back on Discovery Island licking her wounds and running for shelter when she sees Daeg Ross coming her way. Years ago, on this very beach, Dani started something with the special ops aviation rescue swimmer. But she refuses to be tempted by the wickedly hot military hunk again.
Daeg Ross is used to jumping into treacherous waters. But his feelings for relationship-shy Dani are a whole new type of risk. They are volatileâand irresistible. When their lives are threatened by the invading winds and endless rain of a tropical storm, Daeg and Dani are forced to take shelter and ride out a wild night. Together, will they sinkâ¦or swim?
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Dear Reader,
When I spotted a little white crocheted bikini in a Victoriaâs Secret catalog, I immediately started daydreaming about the kind of woman who could wear that itty-bitty scrap and my first Mills & Boon Blaze book, Wicked Sexy, was born.
When navy rescue swimmer Daeg Ross runs into Dani Andrews, sheâs walking along the beach in said bikini. Daeg may dive beneath icebergs and into plane wreckage where sharks circle, but none of those missions yield the adrenaline rush he feels when he is reunited with Dani. Mills & Boon Blaze heroines are strong, independent women who arenât afraid to strip down, emotionally or otherwise, and go after the heroâ¦and Dani lives up to the bikini I bestowed on her.
I hope you enjoy their story!
Anne Marsh
1
THE WOMAN IN the white bikini needed rescuing.
Daeg Ross pulled his Harley into an empty spot along the strip of sand and killed the motor. The parking job put him close enough to make out the white crocheted pattern of the tiny top she sported. Her face was turned away, lost in a sheet of honey-colored hair, but the fabric of her suit cupped her breasts, creating an illusion of bare skin that had him wanting to get closer.
Real close.
He was rotten for noticing, but she was so sexy standing there on the beach. Besides, he wasnât deadâyetâwhich was pure luck given how his last tour of duty had ended, so heâd looked. Twice. Sue him.
She wasnât glancing his way, anyhow. She had her feet planted in the sand and her eyes on the ocean. The water started crystal clear, but picked up color as the bottom dropped away beneath the surface, though he didnât think sheâd stopped to admire the view. The set of her shoulders made her seem somehow lost. Unsure. Like she had no idea how sheâd ended up on a beach or what she should do now that she was here, despite the swimsuit.
No more rushing to the rescue. Remember?
Parking beside him, Tag Johnson whistled. He pulled off his helmet and switched off the engine of his own Harley. âNow, thereâs a sight a man doesnât see every day.â
Cal Brennan, the third in todayâs unofficial club, clearly didnât disagree. âReal pretty, Johnson.â A fellow former rescue swimmer, Cal Brennan didnât miss much, but right now, his focus was all horizon. Daegâs gaze followed Calâs out to sea.
The latest storm kicking up over the Pacific was still working her way toward shore, but the sky was already overcast with dark clouds moving in. The flight ceiling was dropping by the second. The weather boys hadnât announced the arrival of the first tropical storm of the summer yet, but Daeg could read the signs. A storm was blowing in, fast and hard.
That storm was all business.
Their business.
All three of themâDaeg, Tag and Calâwere former spec ops, the heart and soul of a combat rescue team stationed in San Diego, California, that had seen more than its share of missions. After theyâd survived the navyâs BUD/S training and Hell Week, theyâd been each otherâs eyes and ears. Theyâd fought together and swum together, always on the alert and ready to roll out with a mere momentâs notice. After that last tour, though, Cal had cashed out and returned to Discovery Island, the small hideaway off Northern California where heâd been born and raised. Cal might not be in the business of search and rescue for Uncle Sam anymore, but heâd started Deep Dive, an elite private company specializing in just that. The business also brought in divers from around the world for advanced training. So when Cal had accidentally overbooked, Daeg hadnât had to think too long or too hard about the request to pitch in.