Lovely, Dark, and Deep
The Collectors, Book 1
by Susannah Sandlin
Genre:
Romantic Thriller
Heat
level: moderate; language; violence
Publisher:
Montlake Romance
ASIN:
B00H27TJ6U
Number
of pages: 320
Word
Count: 95,000
Get
it at: Amazon
Book Description:
From award-winning author Susannah Sandlin comes a heart-pounding
romantic thriller that pits a quick-witted scientist and a scarred ex–combat
diver against a ruthless billionaire treasure hunter with ties to the White
House.
When biologist Gillian Campbell makes an offhand comment about a
family curse during a TV interview, she has no idea what her words will set in
motion. Within days, Gillian finds herself at the mercy of a member of the C7,
a secretive international group of power brokers with a dangerous game:
competing to find the world’s most elusive treasures, no matter the cost, in
money or in lives.
To save her family, Gillian teams up with Shane Burke, a former
elite diver who’s lost his way, navigating the brutal “death coast” of the
North Atlantic to find what the collector seeks: the legendary Ruby Cross of
the Knights Templars, stolen by Gillian’s ancestor and lost at sea four hundred
years ago.
Excerpt:
He
wasn’t sure what woke him, but the first thing Shane Burke saw when he cracked
open his eyelids was the bottle of Jack Daniel’s, tipped over and resting on
its side. He could’ve sworn he finished it off last night but there was at least
an inch of rich amber liquid still resting inside.
Good.
Now he didn’t have to wonder what he’d have for breakfast.
The
second thing he saw was a great pair of legs. Well, technically, a great pair
of ankles above a pair of leather sandals, and then the legs.
Obviously,
he was starting his Saturday morning with hallucinations.
Only
one good solution for that. He dangled an arm off the side of his bed and
almost had his fingers wrapped around the neck of the bottle when one of the
leather sandals kicked his buddy Jack Daniel’s under the bed, clipping his hand
in the process.
“Ow.”
Hallucinations didn’t take his booze and kick him in the knuckles.
Ignoring
the throbbing in his hand and the stabs of hangover agony behind his eyeballs,
Shane rolled onto his back and squinted at the rest of his non-hallucination.
Shoulder-length
hair that fell in a sheen of dark chestnut brown, fair skin, fierce brown eyes,
red lips compressed in a tight line, black skirt and white blouse, big
briefcase-style purse. Had he picked her up at Harley’s last night? If so, he
had to cut back on the sauce.
“Sorry,”
he mumbled. “I forgot your name.” Pity, ’cause she was a hot little number, way
classier than the regulars at Harley’s. It’s not like he got laid so often that
he could afford to forget it when he did.
“We
haven’t met.” She propped her hands on her hips and muttered something that
sounded like, “And you’re supposed to help me?”
Help
her with what? Wait, maybe she was a charter. Had he chartered The Evangeline out to a tour group or
fishing party today? Surely he’d remember if there was money coming in.
Color
him officially confused. He struggled to a seated position and gave her another
look. “What am I supposed to help you with?”
She
crossed her arms and raked a ball-shriveling gaze the length of his body. “I
came here to offer you a job, but I don’t think you’re up to it.”
He
tugged the sheet up in self-defense. “I’m not at my best. Ever consider making
an appointment? Not dropping in at the crack of dawn?” He had no idea what time
it was but it couldn’t be that late.
“It’s
past noon. And I didn’t figure, given your financial situation, that you’d be
so picky about what time of day someone offered you money.” She shook her head.
“Never mind. This was a mistake.”
She
banged her head on the low doorway out of the master cabin, which served her
right, the sanctimonious shrew.
About the Author:
Susannah
Sandlin writes paranormal romance and romantic thrillers from Auburn, Alabama,
on top of a career in educational publishing that has thus far spanned five
states and six universities—including both Alabama and Auburn, which makes her
bilingual. She grew up in Winfield, Alabama, but was also a longtime resident
of New Orleans, so she has a highly refined sense of the absurd and an
ingrained love of SEC football, cheap Mardi Gras trinkets, and fried gator on a
stick.
She’s
the author of the award-winning Penton Legacy paranormal romance series, a
spinoff novel, Storm Force, a
standalone novelette, Chenoire, and a
new romantic thriller series, The Collectors, beginning this month with Lovely, Dark, and Deep. Writing as
Suzanne Johnson, she also is the author of the Sentinels of New Orleans urban
fantasy series. Her Penton novel, Omega,
is currently nominated for a 2013 Reviewer’s Choice Award in Paranormal Romance
from RT Book Reviews magazine.
Website
and blog www.suzannejohnsonauthor.com
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