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  Lusting after the enemy

  Former SEAL Jackson Duchane has spent almost a decade hunting down the wreck of the Chimera, a Civil War–era ship rumored to be filled with gold. Now he’s agonizingly close to the biggest discovery of his life. With a rival diving team hot on his tail, Jackson is determined to get there first, but he didn’t bargain on a sexy distraction...

  Heading up a diving team is Loralei Lancaster’s nautical nightmare. Fortunately, nothing distracts a girl from her water phobia like a gloriously ripped surf god. And Jackson is hot enough to make Loralei forget everything—including the fact that he’s an arrogant jerk! And when heated words lead to steamy nights, Loralei finds herself caught between the devil and the deep blue sea!

  Yummy on a stick...

  Loralei’s mouth went dry when she saw the man from the docks. Tall and muscular. The kind of guy whose mere presence commanded attention.

  Bringing her glass to her lips, she gulped down a huge swallow to relieve the pressure. It didn’t quite work... Especially when she realized the blond surf god was heading straight for her.

  Leaning down, he brushed his lips against hers, warm and soft.

  Her mouth dropped open—she wasn’t sure if the gesture was an invitation for him to kiss her again or because she knew she should say something, like Who the hell are you?

  Before she could decide, his solid body was pressing against her, urging her to slide over into the corner of the booth. And she did, which left her a little miffed and seriously bewildered.

  The heat of him seeped into her flesh. The hem of her shorts had ridden up her thigh at some point and she could feel the rub of his skin against hers, smooth to hair-roughened.

  She found her voice enough to ask, “Who are you?”

  “Jack,” he said, dipping his head and brushing the single word across the sensitive shell of her ear. Then he pulled back and smiled down at her, managing to fill his expression with kindness, sensuality and predatory promise.

  Oh, this guy was trouble. The kind of man who got whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it...

  Dear Reader,

  I’m so excited to finally see the first of my SEALs of Fortune series in print. This is a project I’ve been working on for a very long time and it’s so great to see the hard work come to life. Under the Surface kicks off the series pitting Jackson Duchane, part-owner in Trident Diving, against Loralei Lancaster, reluctant owner of Lancaster Diving and Salvage.

  From their first meeting it’s obvious that strong emotions seethe between these two. They cross swords time and again. And hunting for the same treasure doesn’t help—especially when they both think the other is playing dirty. They might not like each other, but that doesn’t stop them from wanting each other, and the passion between them burns too hot to resist!

  Under the Surface is about looking beyond what you see and trusting your instincts...and your heart. I hope you enjoy Jackson and Loralei’s story! And don’t forget to come back to visit with the crew from Trident Diving in July with Holding Her Breath.

  I’d love to hear from you at kirasinclair.com, or come chat with me on Twitter @kirasinclair.

  Best wishes,

  Kira

  KIRA SINCLAIR

  Under the Surface

  Kira Sinclair is an award-winning author who writes emotional, passionate contemporary romances. 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. However, it definitely made her blush. Writing about striking, sexy heroes and passionate, determined 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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  This book is dedicated to Tammy Henderson. For sweating with me, challenging me to do more and be better, listening to me vent, and being there when I needed you most. I couldn’t have gotten through the last few months without you! Thanks for being you...and for sharing my book obsession.

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Excerpt

  Prologue

  THEY NEEDED MONEY. Desperately. But was it worth risking his life?

  The moment Jackson Duchane had seen Lancaster Diving’s battered, outdated equipment piled on the docks in Mobile, Alabama, that nasty sensation of impending doom had begun to crawl across his shoulders.

  An oil company had hired the Lancaster team to blast away a thick layer of rock blocking access to a new line they wanted to drill in the Gulf. Easy enough. Or it should have been.

  This was what he got for subcontracting to a diving company he’d never worked with before.

  But Trident Diving couldn’t afford to be picky right now. The company was new and business was slow. Opening Trident in his hometown of Jacksonville, Florida had been a dream years in the making for him and his partners Asher Reynolds and Knox McLemore. Their friendship had been forged in the heat of battle. All of them were ex-Navy SEALs. There was nothing quite like sharing miserable conditions or crawling through a hail of bullets together to make you appreciate someone else’s strengths and how they shored up your weaknesses.

  Jackson couldn’t imagine being in business with anyone else. Including his sister, Kennedy, who ran the Trident offices while she finished college, the four of them made an awesome team.

  He’d wanted to turn down this job, had even mentioned his concerns to Knox and Asher. There’d been something off about James Lancaster and his offer. Something Jackson hadn’t been able to put his finger on. But Kennedy had quoted their pitiful bank balance to convince him.

  He should have gone with his gut.

  Now, a hundred feet below the surface of the water, it was too late to listen to instinct. And it was entirely possible that decision was going to cost him his damn life.

  Where the hell had they found their explosives guy? And why wasn’t anyone else freaking that he was setting the charges completely wrong?

  Jesus Christ! Jackson was going to kill someone when they got back to the surface—assuming he lived that long.

  Signaling frantically, he tried to get the attention of one of the other divers, but everyone was ignoring him. Typical. They’d been less than welcoming. Considering he’d stepped in at the last minute to replace someone, that had already pissed him off. James had made it sound as if the injured diver had been hurt on dry land, but Jackson was beginning to wonder.

  The problem with the explosives wasn’t the first safety violation he’d seen sin
ce coming aboard Emily’s Fortune.

  Screw it. He wasn’t about to stick around and let himself or someone else get killed. He’d seen enough death and destruction during his years with the SEALs to last him a lifetime.

  He, Knox and Asher could have handled the job, and a hell of a lot more efficiently. Not to mention safely.

  And non-compete clause or not, after this he was going to be talking to the client about what he’d seen and making a promise that his company could perform any future work better, safer and cheaper.

  Streamlining his body, Jackson streaked toward the rocky outcropping where Brian, the explosives guy, was working and pushed him out of the way. Brian was propelled sideways several feet, enough for Jackson to take his place in front of the charges.

  The response he got was expected, an angry glare and an answering shove. He ignored both. Within minutes he had the charges set correctly.

  Wrapping a hand around Brian’s arm, Jackson towed him back toward the surface, knowing they needed to get out of blast range. He gave the signal and everyone else on the team followed.

  They rose up, blue sky slowly appearing above the waterline.

  Jackson broke free, his body bursting up and then sinking back down. He spat the regulator out of his mouth, and was already yelling when the rest of the team surfaced beside him.

  After climbing aboard the ship that bobbed several feet away, Jackson shed his equipment piece by piece, heading straight for James Lancaster, the owner and head of their team. He and James had gone a round or two already, so Jackson was fully prepared for this to become heated.

  “What the hell happened down there, Duchane?”

  “Damn hotshot SEAL thinks he knows every goddamn thing,” Brian hollered from behind him.

  Jackson balled his hands into fists in an attempt to keep them by his sides instead of planted in the asshole’s face and growled, “Your idiot demo guy was about to blow every one of us to hell and back. He’d bypassed the trigger so the minute he set the charge it was going to blow.”

  He watched James’ eyes widen. Finally.

  “That’s bullshit,” Brian sputtered.

  The other guys, who up to this point had been silent and watchful, muttered, shifting uncomfortably behind him.

  “He just wanted to get his hands on some explosives,” Brian continued.

  Jackson took a single menacing step forward. He was quickly losing the slippery hold on his temper. But before he could act, James stepped between them, placing a heavy hand on his shoulder.

  “Son,” he started with a calming voice Jackson was so not in the mood to heed. “I think it would be better if we parted ways.”

  1

  Eight Months Later

  LORALEI LANCASTER FORCED back the lump of fear clogging her throat and walked out on the dock.

  The damn thing moved beneath her feet, swaying with the gentle lap of the water. Only to her it felt like a tidal wave preparing to swamp her, sweep her over the side and down into the bright blue water.

  For most people a trip to Turks and Caicos was a prime vacation. For her it was pure hell. She was surrounded by water. And not just standing out here on the dock. Every window she looked through seemed to have an ocean view.

  Suck it up, buttercup.

  She could hear her dad’s voice, low and gruff in her head. It wasn’t any more soothing now than it had been when he was alive. Not that she’d heard it very often.

  In fact, growing up, she’d gone months without hearing from him at all. And seeing him...that had happened maybe once or twice a year, if she was lucky. Or maybe it had been lucky that he hadn’t tried to drag her into the transient—and water-centric—life he’d led.

  Maybe they both had been happier, although that didn’t quite negate Loralei’s resentment. After her mother had died in a freak diving accident, her father had dumped her on the mainland and let his in-laws raise his daughter.

  “Loralei!” Brian hollered from a ship that was tied several feet down the dock. To her it felt like a mile.

  She’d taken barely a handful of steps onto the dock before her body had frozen. Now her feet refused to move. There weren’t any railings for her to cling to for safety and support. Why weren’t there railings to keep people from falling in to the water?

  Some masochistic part of her brain urged her to look. To turn her head and glance down. But she didn’t. She knew that would be too much.

  Suddenly, Brian was standing in front of her, wrapping his arms around her stiff body. He didn’t seem to notice that she was stuck. Which was good. Maybe no one would notice her fear of the water.

  She’d worked so hard to keep the weakness a secret.

  Logically, she knew it was silly. Hundreds of thousands of people got in the water each day and they didn’t drown. But logic hadn’t helped her over the years. The few times she’d attempted to dip her toe in a pool as a teenager hadn’t gone well. And here she was, the brand-new owner of Lancaster Diving and Salvage. What the hell was she supposed to do with a diving company?

  Especially one in such dire financial straits.

  Loralei pulled up the same pep talk that had gotten her butt on the plane in Chicago. She just needed to get through the next few weeks. She could do this. She had to.

  Her father, along with making her the sole beneficiary of a company she really didn’t want, also had left her with the means to make the company profitable enough to at least be tempting to potential buyers. He had been hot on the trail of a legendary shipwreck, the Chimera.

  History suggested the ship had sailed from the Virgin Islands toward New Orleans and the Confederate States to deliver supplies and munitions.

  But many believed that hadn’t been the only thing in the hold when a hurricane had set upon the ship and sunk it somewhere between Haiti and Turks and Caicos. According to legend, there was gold. Lots of it.

  What Loralei had found historically interesting was that, if the rumors of gold were true, and if the ship had reached port as planned, the Chimera’s cargo could have changed the outcome of the war.

  Of course, that was pure speculation. But a secret stash of gold provided by Caribbean plantation owners, who’d had a stake in the issues the Confederacy was fighting for...

  As a historian, Loralei’s interest had been piqued the moment she’d begun reading her father’s research on the Chimera. But the story itself wasn’t the only surprise. Until she’d found the documentation on the Chimera, she’d never known her father had been interested in history at all. She’d grown up thinking that her driving need to uncover the past and discover how people thought, loved, hated and lived had come out of nowhere.

  Why had it taken her father’s death to learn that they actually had something in common?

  That, more than anything, haunted Loralei. And it was the biggest reason she’d pushed herself to come here, despite the damn water, and finish what he’d started.

  According to the records she’d found, her dad had thought he’d narrowed down the potential resting places for the Chimera.

  Finding the missing ship could make the difference between a debt-laden burden and a company that would be a nice boost to her bank account and allow her to focus on her academic and research career.

  The problem was she couldn’t afford to hire anyone to oversee the operation. She was already afraid she wouldn’t be able to pay the divers’ salaries. But she’d worry about that if and when it became a reality.

  Brian wrapped an arm around her shoulders and propelled her forward.

  Loralie almost told him thank you before she realized he wouldn’t understand her meaning and bit back the words.

  Her body was wooden, but at least it was heading in the right direction again.

  She’d known this man most of her life, even if she could count on her hands and feet the number of times they’d actually been face-to-face. Brian had joined her dad’s team when he was fifteen. It had been a logical jump from summers and holidays to working fu
ll time once he was out of high school.

  When she was younger, Loralei could admit to being a little jealous at how much time her dad spent with this man instead of his own daughter. Now, she was just grateful to have someone who was knowledgeable about what was going on and could help her through the next few weeks.

  Grasping her around the waist, Brian lifted her up the ladder and onto the deck of their ship, Emily’s Fortune.

  Seeing her mom’s name painted along the side in peeling, faded red letters sent an unexpected jolt of pain through her chest.

  Somehow she managed to push that down, too.

  To her relief, Brian led her into the belly of the ship. She could still feel the gentle sway as waves rocked against the hull, but at least she didn’t have to look at the water anymore. If she closed her eyes maybe she could convince herself she was on a train or a plane or something.

  Although, the scent of salt in the air and the sound of sea birds pretty much killed that fantasy.

  “The team from Trident is already here.”

  Dropping onto the bench running along the wall behind a table in the galley, Lorelei rubbed a hand over her temple. “What?”

  “Trident. You know, the diving company I was telling you about over the phone.”

  “The one that’s been stealing clients from us for the last eight months?”

  “Yeah, that one. They’re here.”

  Dropping her hand, Lorelei looked up at Brian. He was about nine years older than she was, although when he smiled he looked even older. All his time in the sea and sun had etched extra lines at the corners of his eyes and across his forehead. His skin was a deep, dark brown—a few shades darker than the natural caramel color she’d inherited from her Latin mother—and leathery.

  “Why?”

  Brian frowned, the line between his brows angling into a deep groove.

  “I have no idea, but it makes me uneasy.”

  Yeah, it didn’t exactly thrill her, either.

  If Brian was telling her the truth—and she had no reason to doubt him—Trident had been a thorn in her dad’s side for months.