Deep Into Trouble

Deep Into Trouble

Unbroken Heroes, Book 3
St. Martin's Press (March 7, 2017)
ISBN-13: 9781250075239 ♦ ISBN-10: 1250075238

Read an Excerpt

ORDER PRINT:  Amazon | Barnes & Noble | B-A-M
Book Depository | Chapters | IndieBound

ORDER EBOOK: Kindle | Nook | Kobo | iBooks | Google | Booktopia

Desire is more dangerous than anything…

Saxon Hale lives for the hunt—taking down the bad guys, stopping them dead in their tracks. His latest mission has him in New Orleans, where people go for the party that never ends. But fun is the last thing on Saxon’s mind now that he’s a breath away from closing in on a vicious overlord known only as the Raven. Until an innocent young woman unknowingly enters the very deadly game…

Ginger Boyce is a librarian who’s growing tired of being so buttoned-up on the job, and when she attends a conference in the Big Easy, she decides to taste the wild side of life. But when her dance with darkness becomes lethal, she’s in dire need of protection—and ends up in the embrace of a man who radiates danger and desire. Soon Saxon finds himself Ginger’s shield against an enemy whose power they haven’t yet begun to face. But will he be able to keep his mind on his mission while the very woman under his care drives him beyond distraction?

Connected Books: Unbroken Heroes

Dangerous To Know
Book 1
Dare You To Run
Book 2
Take To The Limit
Book 4

Read an Excerpt

Deep Into Trouble

“You are not seriously going to take a book back to that stripper you met?”

Ginger rolled her eyes and kept a firm grip on the book in her hands. Karen was making a half-hearted grab for it. Her colleague glared at her in reprimand when Ginger refused to relinquish it, but there was a gleam of envy in her eyes too. A very knowing one from years of being cohorts in misadventures.

“Yes I am,” Ginger confirmed. “A promise is a promise. I’m keeping it.”

Karen fluttered her eyelashes. “I really hate you right now.”

“I know,” Ginger replied as the elevator reached the lobby of their hotel. There was a chime before the doors slid open. She strode out of the car with a confidence she didn’t get to indulge in as often as she liked. Karen was grumbling, and from long years spent together devoted mostly to indulging in their passion for mayhem, Ginger knew what the root of her friends distemper was.

“Sorry Karen but you,” Ginger pointed at her friend. “Have a lovely panel to do on something really important.”

“Really boring, you mean,” Karen mumbled under her breath as they walked past other people attending the same conference. “Why did we become librarians?”

“I’m just nosy,” Ginger responded. “Next thing I knew, I had enough credits to graduate and start doing that ‘adult’ thing. Now I get paid to read through people’s details.”

Karen snorted at her. “Yeah, research. It’s not snooping. Honestly. And there’s another thing, why did you manage to snag the position with the State?”

“Like I said, I’m nosy and CPS needs to know the dirt on people.” Ginger held up three fingers in the Scout salute. “It is my job after all.”

“You were never a Girl Scout,” Karen accused her softly.

“Cause that cookie selling shit is boring,” Ginger responded. “And the boys wouldn’t let me into their troop.”

“The Scout Master was scared of your mom,” Karen was pressing her lips together to keep her snickers from carrying across the lobby.

“I’m still scared of my mom, but threatening to call her won’t stop me,” Ginger said before she tapped the book nestled in her cross-body bag. “Wild horses couldn’t keep me from taking this book to Kitten.”

“Fine,” Karen was trailing her through the lobby, past the bar, and toward the large revolving doors that led to the entrance of the hotel. “I’ll look forward to living vicariously through your stories of adventure.”

Now that they were outside, Ginger shot Karen a look her friend knew well. It produced a glitter of anticipation in her friend’s eyes.

“Vicariously my ass,” Ginger said. “I’ll go scout the area and we’ll have some fun tonight. We can sleep on the plane home.”

Karen grinned. “The conference might be boring, but it’s in New Orleans.” She cast a look out toward the street, longing on her face. “Which makes up for a lot of stupid panels. I really hate you for being done first.”

“Text me,” Ginger said as she took off towards the sidewalk.

It was also the entrance to Bourbon Street. Ginger smiled like a kid embarking on Halloween trick-or-treating. There was a vibe in the air, pulsing through her body and putting a spring in her step.

Deep Into Trouble

Adventure was calling her name, which meant she needed to ditch her librarian attire.

Back to Top