USA Today bestselling author Kimberly Kincaid returns with a new
romantic suspense, IN TOO DEEP. Edgy,
suspenseful and hot - in more ways than one - IN TOO DEEP features a friendship
turned romance and edge-of-your-seat action!
In Too Deep
Station Seventeen #3
Kimberly Kincaid
Station Seventeen #3
Kimberly Kincaid
Genre: Romantic
Suspense
Release Date: October 17, 2017
Publisher: Kimberly Kincaid
Romance
As Station
Seventeen’s rookie, Luke Slater knows his fire and EMS training will be both
rigorous and risky, but he never imagined having to partner up with the one
woman he wants to keep at arm’s length most of all. Quinn Copeland is as
wide-open as Luke is reserved. He has no interest in letting the sweet and sexy
paramedic rock his hard-earned control. But the need for composure becomes the
need to survive when they find themselves in the crosshairs of a brutal gang
leader on their first shift together.
Paramedic Quinn
Copeland’s station mates aren’t just her friends. They’re her family. She’d do
anything to keep them safe—including reluctantly trusting her
impossible-to-read, impossibly gorgeous new partner with the one thing she
holds close. As the passion between Luke and Quinn goes from a slow burn to a
sizzle, their steps grow more and more dangerous, both in the fire house and
out. Can they outwit a cold-blooded killer and face the fears that could cost
them everything? Or are they in too deep?
Copyright © 2017 Kimberly Kincaid
Quinn sat in the passenger seat of Luke’s
sleek, dark gray sports car, finally able to breathe for the first time in
hours. The unease that had clutched at her chest, tightening like a vise with
each faked smile and passing minute she’d sat in the Crooked Angel, was finally
loosening, allowing her the luxury of a steady inhale/exhale without having to
hide the truth from the people who were closest to her. She was in Luke’s car,
sitting right beside him. His body was right there. Warm. Safe. Close enough
for her to reach out and run her hand over his bare forearm, his fingers that
were callused in some places, soft in others.
There. Easy. Breathe…
Luke pulled into the parking lot beside her
apartment building, quieting the engine without pulling the keys from the
ignition. His gaze moved covertly over their surroundings, mirroring the one
Quinn had just sent over the adjacent parking spaces, the brightly illuminated
walkway connecting the parking lot with the apartment building, the potential spots
where someone might lurk or hide.
“Looks clear.” It was the first thing he’d
said since he’d quietly told Isabella and Hollister he was going to take her
home, then paid Kennedy for the beers they didn’t drink.
Quinn nodded in agreement. “Mmm hmm.”
Heeding the detectives’ advice not to
dawdle, they both got out of the car, Luke locking the doors with a click-CLICK
of a button on his key fob before walking her over the paved path leading to
the front door of her building. The tension that had made a playground out of
her shoulders faded with each step, and she and Luke made their way over the
threshold, into the elevator, and down the tastefully carpeted hallway until
finally, they were in her apartment.
“Thank you for bringing me home.” Heat
climbed Quinn’s cheeks as she grew aware of how very alone they were, standing
there in her dusky foyer with nothing but the soft light filtering in from the
one bulb she always left lit over the kitchen sink. But Luke was the only
person she didn’t have to hide anything from. The only person who could get her
to breathe. The only person she could be truthful with.
And the truth was, she wanted him.
It seemed completely contradictory that her
body should respond in such a primal, greedy way when her brain was a jumbled
mess. That was just the thing, though. Her thoughts were a mess around her
friends. They were a mess when she tried to work, and they were definitely a
mess whenever she remembered the kidnapping. The only time her mind wasn’t
on overdrive was when she thought of Luke, with his hand on her rib cage and
his breath in her ear, as steady as a heartbeat.
God, she wanted his touch so badly, she
ached.
“Do you want to talk about what’s going on
with you?” he asked, his eyes steady on hers even through the shadows of her
foyer.
“Honestly?” She stepped toward him and
shook her head. “No.”
“Quinn—”
“Please, just stop. I don’t want to talk
about the other day. I don’t even want to think about it.”
Luke opened his mouth, likely to argue, but
she cut him off before he could say so much as a syllable. “Look, I’m not
stupid, okay? I know I can’t ignore things entirely. I’m not foolish or flighty
enough to think I can magically make the truth into something it’s not. But you
asked me what I need, and right now I need to not remember what
happened, just for a little while.”
A pause opened between them. Quinn’s heart
raced so rapidly she was certain he had to be able to register the constant thump-thump-thump
from where he stood.
Finally, he said, “What else do you need?”
For a question that had the potential to be
so complicated, her answer was shockingly simple, and even though she knew it
made her vulnerable, she didn’t hesitate.
“Just for tonight, I
need to feel something other than scared. I need to remember what it’s like to
feel good.” She moved closer, until she could feel his exhale coast over her
cheek. Yes. This. I need this. “So please, can you stay for a while and
make me feel right again?”
Kimberly Kincaid writes contemporary romance that splits the
difference between sexy and sweet and hot and edgy romantic suspense. When
she’s not sitting cross-legged in an ancient desk chair known as “The Pleather
Bomber”, she can be found practicing obscene amounts of yoga, whipping up
anything from enchiladas to éclairs in her kitchen, or curled up with her nose
in a book. Kimberly is a USA Today best-selling author and a 2016 and 2015 RWA
RITA® finalist and 2014 Bookseller’s Best nominee who lives (and writes!) by
the mantra that food is love. Kimberly resides in Virginia with her wildly
patient husband and their three daughters.
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