In Too Deep. Kira Sinclair
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He didn’t want to need her...
Trouble just walked onto Knox McLemore’s ship—trouble 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 team’s 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 don’t trust—or even like—each 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.
“You’re hiding something, Avery...”
“And, yet, you had no problem putting your mouth all over me last night.”
She felt Knox’s reaction to her words.
“I can separate business and pleasure. My question, Avery, is can you?”
Twisting out of his grasp, she scooted off the bed and turned to face him. He could read the hunger there.
“Yes,” she finally said, her voice breathy.
Knox wasn’t sure he believed her. But he also wasn’t 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.
Everyone has secrets. Those pieces of our lives—and ourselves—we’d rather keep hidden. But generally when the truth finds the light of day—and it always does—the fallout isn’t as bad as we expect.
When someone truly loves us, they don’t 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 doesn’t come quickly for Knox McLemore and Avery Walsh. Avery’s secret has the potential to destroy Knox’s business and upend her world. How can she tell him the truth without losing everything that matters to her—including 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. I’d love to hear from you at kirasinclair.com, or come chat with me on Twitter, @KiraSinclair.
Best Wishes,
Kira
In Too Deep
Kira Sinclair
KIRA SINCLAIR writes emotional, passionate contemporary romances. A double winner of the National Readers’ 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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Epilogue
“HERE COMES FUN,” Asher Reynolds taunted under his breath.
Knox McLemore fought the urge to wipe the crooked smirk off his business partner’s face. At the moment Asher was making it damn difficult to remember they were also friends.
“Trouble,” Knox countered. Clearly, the woman walking toward them was nothing but trouble.
From the deck of the Amphitrite, Trident’s diving ship, Knox squinted. He didn’t 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 luggage—all six matching pieces of it. He couldn’t 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 Street—perfectly 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 jacket’s button sparkled in the sun, some kind of stone that drew a man’s 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?
But she didn’t. In fact, she strode across the rough and splintered surface, staring straight ahead, with the kind of speed and purpose that drove Knox crazy.
“Come on, you’re exaggerating,”