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The frigid waters of the Pacific Northwest
are about to get hot…
Luke wants nothing to do with the woman who destroyed his career 12 years ago but finds it impossible to turn his back on her plea. Caught off-guard by an attraction he doesn’t want to feel, he’s eager to be done with this mission of mercy. But when they dive on the wreck, he only gets sucked in deeper. Someone has been digging on the Navy sub…and it appears the explosion that almost killed Undine was no accident.
To find the truth, Undine must navigate murky waters and the unexpectedly hot undercurrents swirling between her and Luke. Worse, divers are searching for something lost in US waters during the Cold War, and they’ll do anything to keep Luke and Undine from finding it first.
A former Navy SEAL, Luke is a marine biologist and a lieutenant in the NOAA officer corps, one of the seven uniformed services of the United States.
He’s basically a hot, badass scientist…
And also somewhat full of himself.
Here is a snippet from an early scene. The heroine is NHHC underwater archaeologist Undine Gray. The two share an ugly past but are forced to work together in the present.
He’d pulled his wetsuit over his legs, but the top half remained bare, folded down at the waist, leaving his torso and shoulders exposed to her eager gaze. He was cut, sleek and muscular with broad swimmer’s shoulders and massive biceps.
She coughed and tried to regain her composure. A smile played about his lips, and she gave up playing it cool. “You’ve, um, packed on a bit of muscle since I saw you last.”
Her fingers itched to touch him, as if he were a sculpture that required hands as well as eyes to take in the beauty. The craziest part was he seemed to be enjoying her frank admiration. He chuckled and crossed his arms, then turned in a slow circle, allowing her appreciate his muscular back.
His back. He wasn’t just a work of art, he was a frigging masterpiece. It was too bad the top half of his wetsuit hung over what was probably a spectacular ass.
He flexed his shoulders and his back muscles rippled—a visual symphony. She rolled her eyes at the over-the-top display. “Sheesh, Sevick, do you think you’re auditioning for a Men of NOAA calendar?”
He turned back to face her. “I should. They’d easily give me a whole season.”
She’d buy it if he were all twelve months.
“Summer, I hope,” she said, flexing her flirtation muscles for the first time since the accident. “It would be shame to cover that up with a Santa suit.”
He grinned. “I could just wear the hat.”
She shook her head. “It might be hard to find one big enough for…” She dropped her gaze to his crotch and lowered her voice. “Your ego.”
He tilted back his head and released a full laugh that rocked his impressive shoulders and stretched his abs. But even more than the perfection of his body, she enjoyed what it did to his face. His eyes lit and deep grooves in his cheeks widened his smile.
Warmth flowed through her at the knowledge she could still make him laugh. “Finish suiting up, big fella. The water is cold as hell, which should shrink up your ego just fine.”