Sex, drugs, and spicy tuna rolls?
Resilient and disciplined, tsunami survivor Eve Ono moves to California from Japan looking for a position as a sushi chef. When she’s suddenly fired from her restaurant job, desperation drives her to find work on a fishing boat despite her fears of the ocean. To make matters worse, she’s stuck in close quarters with her new captain—a man whose raw physicality drives her out of her mind with lust.
Free-spirited and roguish, Sam Lamont is a commercial fisherman aboard his own dive boat, the Bravado. When he makes a bad deal with a deadly loan shark who threatens to take his boat, Sam is in danger of losing both his business and his way of life. On top of that, he’s got to train his new deckhand—a beautiful hard-ass who just so happens to be sexy as hell.
A female sushi chef with mad knife skills. A deep-sea diver who's pissed off a Mexican drug cartel. Together, they're in trouble, and the only way out is down.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked, sending hot tingles skittering over the surface of her skin.
Can he? Should he? Eve’s brain spun, her logic numbed by adrenaline withdrawal, her senses sharpened by the sensation of his body against hers. “Yes,” she said.
Heat flooded her cheeks as he pressed his lips gently against hers. For a man, his lips were full and sensual, and when he dropped tiny kisses along her cupid’s bow, she melted against him with a soft sigh. She parted her lips slightly and he took the invitation at once, pressing the tip of his tongue into her mouth. In a slow movement that made her ache with delirious pleasure, he licked back and forth against the tip of her tongue.
Eve’s eyes slid closed and she felt Sam’s hands on her face, the sides of his thumbs stroking her jawline and caressing her neck with the same slow rhythm that he used to French kiss her. She collapsed against him. When she pressed her tongue shyly into his mouth, he groaned and wrapped his arms around her waist, dragging her down and holding her tight.
Struggling for breath, she pulled away just far enough to whisper, “Where did you learn to kiss like that?”
“Kiss me again,” he whispered.