Carolina Sullivan needs a man's body bad....
Only the most gorgeous hunk will save fast-track photographer Carly Sullivan's job, but finding the right man isn't easy when you're on a ship in the middle of the Caribbean and the model you hired turns out to be a disaster.
With her hopes sinking faster than the Titanic, Carly spots the most beautiful man she's ever seen. Ford McKay swears he's a rancher from Wyoming, but Carly has her suspicions. Then all hell breaks loose in their island paradise and the sexy stranger is all that protects Carly from a hail of bullets.
Ford McKay knows that mixing business and pleasure can be murder, and he's not about to compromise his current mission for an obstinate redhead who can't forget her camera for a nanosecond. But when Carly is wounded, the rugged Navy SEAL can't just walk away.
As fate forces the two into excruciatingly close quarters, Ford finds his heart taking a tumble. Soon the straight-arrow SEAL discovers that with the right woman, going overboard can be unforgettable.
Although better known for her historicals and her numinous Draycott Abbey series, Skye (The Ruby; 2000 Kisses) tests the waters of the contemporary scene once again with a crowd-pleasing romantic thriller. Photographer Carly Sullivan is shooting an ad on a cruise ship, and she needs to find a replacement for a less than satisfactory male model. A workaholic and perfectionist, Carly refuses to sleep until she snags the elusive Ford McKay, a self-proclaimed Wyoming rancher who is reluctant to be captured on film. However, when McKay discovers that his mission as a Navy SEAL is to protect Carly and her friend Daphne Brandon, the daughter of Santa Marina's governor-general, he realizes that the easiest way to be near Carly is to model. A sensational encounter with an all-too-sinister Russian terrorist draws McKay and Carly closer together despite the knowledge that their commitment to their careers forbids a more lasting relationship. But as Carly and McKay grow more intimate, they realize that their time-consuming professional lives have been lacking. Skye draws her characters largely through dialogue, keeping the narrative energy high and the pacing swift. Sweetly sensual and vibrant, this light read will make for delightful springtime entertainment. (Apr. 17) Forecast: Navy SEALS have become a staple of romantic thrillers, and Skye's newest is likely to attract readers who harbor a passion for the covert operations team. A generous cover quote by Joan Johnston combined with Skye's familiar name will ensure that this novel achieves exceptional sales.
Copyright 2001 Reed Business Information, Inc.
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Excerpt from Going Overboard by Christina Skye
Chapter 1 Carolina Sullivan needed a man's body desperately. She scanned the humming cruise ship, working a knot in her neck. "What about the muscular guy by the stairs?" Her design assistant squinted into the streaming Caribbean sunlight, oblivious to the glories of St. Thomas rising in the distance. "Too pretty. He bloody well knows it, too." "You're probably right." The wind ruffled Carly's short red hair as she studied the man in question. Neither the flawless sky nor the shimmering expanse of tropical ocean helped her relax. "What about the young Van Damme type lounging by the deck chairs?" "Definitely YBG." Young blond god. Carly knew the code perfectly by now: DDT: Drop dead thighs CTDF: Chest to die for HAA: Heart attack abs "I saw him in GQ last month." Carly sighed. "We need someone completely fresh." "So you keep telling me." Carly's assistant rolled her eyes. "In the last three hours we've covered every deck on this misbegotten boat." "Ship," Carly corrected her absently. "Whatever. If we don't find a man here, we're sunk." A former model with impeccable taste, Daphne Brandon was also Carly's dearest friend, and she had happily agreed to pinch-hit for Carly's regular assistant, who was enjoying her honeymoon in Tahiti. In the past five years Carly and Daphne had become deeply involved in their own pursuits, forced to maintain their friendship via cell phone and E-mail, and it had been a happy coincidence that Carly's assistant had gotten married just when Daphne had some free time. In the early days of her career, Carly had honed her photographic skills with the help of Daphne's practical experience on the other side of the camera, and being teamed up again now was a dream come true. If it weren't for Carly's current problem, the assignment would have been sheer pleasure. Instead of absolute agony. Daphne stared at the crowded deck. "When I agreed to stand in for your regular assistant, I had no idea you'd have me checking out half-naked male bodies." "Is that a complaint?" Daphne grinned. "Not a chance." She scanned a circle of young athletic types engaged in a noisy game of volleyball. "What about one of them? There's not an inch of flab in sight." Carly wrinkled her nose. "No, something's missing. We need someone special, someone who projects complete control. At the same time he has to emanate brooding power, ready to explode under the right conditions." "Yum yum," Daphne murmured. A ball hurtled past and dropped into the pool, splattering Carly's legs. "Great. There go my snakeskin sandals. I'm glad they're only fakes." Daphne didn't answer. She pointed across the deck to a tall, beautifully muscled man climbing the ladder from the pool. Water skimmed down his rigid abs and dotted his powerful shoulders. Every movement he made was smooth, every inch of his body a testament to controlled power. Carly felt a little punch of heat in her stomach. This was the one, she thought, mesmerized by those lean, rippling muscles. "Ground control to lunar lander." Carly didn't answer. She was too busy imagining that lean body silhouetted against the warm golden glow of the sunset. She gave a soundless whistle when he tossed a towel over one shoulder, resulting in another display of rock-hard muscles. "Definitely HAA," Daphne whispered. "I'd say he's your man." After her years as a model, Daphne wasn't easily impressed, but this man could inspire awe in the most jaded female heart. His abs were beyond stellar. In fact, his whole body was just shy of illegal. Carly dragged