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When buried secrets surface,
she’s caught in a criminal’s crosshairs.
Aquarium employee Olivia Smith isn’t sure why someone wants her dead—but Marine Corps pilot Brady Johnson knows a secret that could explain it. Brady vowed he’d tell no one that Olivia’s husband had been on the run from his own mob family before he died, but he also promised he’d keep Olivia safe. With danger running deep, they’ll have to work fast to stay alive.
KAREN KIRST was born and raised in east Tennessee near the Great Smoky Mountains. She’s a lifelong lover of books, but it wasn’t until after college that she had the grand idea to write one herself. Now she divides her time between being a wife, homeschooling mom and romance writer. Her favorite pastimes are reading, visiting tearooms and watching romantic comedies.
Explosive Reunion
Intensive Care Crisis
Danger in the Deep
Love Inspired Historical
Smoky Mountain Matches
The Reluctant Outlaw
The Bridal Swap
The Gift of Family
“Smoky Mountain Christmas”
His Mountain Miss
The Husband Hunt
Married by Christmas
From Boss to Bridegroom
The Bachelor’s Homecoming
Reclaiming His Past
The Sheriff’s Christmas Twins
Wed by Necessity
The Engagement Charade
A Lawman for Christmas
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Danger in the Deep
Karen Kirst
ISBN: 978-0-008-90086-1
DANGER IN THE DEEP
© 2020 Karen Vyskocil
Published in Great Britain 2020
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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“Olivia? You here?”
A sense of urgency gripped him. Calling her name, he rounded the corner into the escalator area.
A reflection in the glass diverted his attention. Pivoting, he realized the out-of-place shadow was a person, sprawled at the bottom of the steep escalators. Long black hair fanned across the shiny floor grate. A ribbon of dark liquid glistened beneath her cheek.
Olivia.
She wasn’t moving.
Brady forced his leaden feet into motion. At her side, he fell to his knees and felt for a pulse. The breath whooshed from his lungs. Not dead.
“Olivia, can you hear me?” He searched for the blood source and discovered a deep gash behind her right ear.
She reacted to his probing fingers with an agonized moan.
“It’s me. Brady. I’m here to help.”
Her forehead pinched. When she attempted to sit up, she hissed and cradled her arm against her chest.
Brady reached out but didn’t touch her. “What happened?”
Glancing at the floor above, she grimaced. “Someone pushed me.”
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