Ride the Tide
by Julie Ann Walker
Publication Date: 11/24/2020
Once a fighter, always a
fighter...
Former Navy SEAL Mason
McCarthy is done being a fighting man. Now he and the Deep Six Salvage crew are
working feverishly to find the wreck of the Santa Cristina and its
legendary sunken treasure. Unfortunately for Mason’s peace of mind, chatty,
brilliant historian Alexandra Merriweather has joined the hunt and there’s no
avoiding her. Alex is exactly the kind of distraction Mason can’t afford right
now…or maybe ever.
When a murderous enemy
from Mason’s past threatens the Deep Six, he must rely on old instincts and the
skills he honed from years of running black ops to make sure nothing touches
Alexandra. But with their lives on the line and the adrenaline running high,
it’s inevitable that sparks will fly.
Julie Ann Walker is the
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Black Knights Inc. and
the Deep Six romantic suspense series’. She has won or been nominated for
numerous awards including a Top Ten Romance by Booklist and a Best Summer Read
by Publishers Weekly. She lives in Chicago, IL.
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Mason “Monet”
McCarthy had a problem.
She was five feet
tall. Had curly red hair that was only fifty percent tamed under the best of
conditions, and one hundred percent out of control this early in the morning.
And she was sitting at a table by the window watching the multicolored ships of
the shrimp fleet as they rocked precariously with the wave action out near the
horizon while her fingers absently fiddled with the corner of a book.
Oh, and she was also
studiously ignoring him.
She was wicked good
at that last part. Was making a frickin’ hobby of it, as a matter of fact.
Not that he could blame her, considering what she’d offered him.
And what he’d turned
down.
Her name was
Alexandra Merriweather. Alex for short, which was a ridiculously masculine
moniker for such a tiny wisp of a woman. One with skin like porcelain, eyes the
color of Colombian emeralds, and a laugh as sweet and tinkling as a music box.
She was his problem
because…well…he liked her. Like, liked her liked her. And if
his cheating ho of a wife… Scratch that. Rewind… That would be his cheating ho
of an ex-wife—had taught him anything, it was that he wasn’t fit to
like a woman like Alex.
Not anymore.
All the years
schlepping his ass through countless missions, maiming and killing in the name
of the flag, had turned him into something…not normal.
That was the phrase
Sarah had used when he came home early to surprise her for her birthday, but
instead found her screwing his ex-best friend in their marriage bed. Surprise!
“What d’you expect,
Mason?” Sarah’s
expression had been so sincere. “You’re gone all the time, and when
you’re here, you’re not normal.”
Copy that. When it
came to a life of violence, the effects were biological, physiological, and
psychological. It was the price of being a warrior.
So even though he’d
been heartbroken by her betrayal, he’d never worked up much anger over it. Then
and now, there was no way to deny the truth. Mason McCarthy was no longer
capable of living an ordinary life with the house, the wife, and the
two-point-three kids.
The only reason he
was sitting in this hotel bar now, a bona fide civilian, was because of a
deathbed promise he and the rest of his teammates had made to Rusty Lawrence,
the eighth man in their SEAL unit. Barring that, Mason figured he would’ve kept
on running and gunning until he found the bullet with his name on it.
With a fingertip, he
traced the scrolling black letters inked on the inside of his left
forearm. For RL they read. Picturing Rusty’s craggy face,
he tried to determine whether to curse the sorry sonofabitch or thank him for
forcing them all to make that vow and wave their fond farewells to the navy.
A call of “G’morning,
asshole!” cut into his thoughts. Turning, he found Ray
“Wolf” Roanhorse standing behind him.
Since he’d yet to
determine how good the morning was or wasn’t, Mason grunted his reply. Wolf,
used to Mason’s wordless responses, bent to scratch Meat’s exposed belly.
The fat English
bulldog slept on his back beside Mason’s barstool, dick and balls on display
for the entire breakfast crowd, and his snores nearly drowning out the cries of
the seagulls coming in through the hotel’s open windows.
Meat was the only
thing Mason had taken from the divorce. He’d let Sarah have their restored
three-decker in Southie, along with the furniture and all the minutia that
went with a “normal” life. But Meat? Well, not to put too fine a point on it,
but he’d have crossed hell with nothing but a bucket of ice water before he’d
let her keep his dog.
“A wise woman once
said, ‘If you risk nothin’, you risk everythin’.’” With the
unaffected ease that came with being supremely fit, Wolf settled himself onto
the barstool next to Mason’s.
The two of them had
become instant friends when they’d been teamed up as swim partners way back in
BUD/S—Basic Underwater Demolition/SEAL—training. And through all the
intervening years, Wolf had never run out of inspirational quotes. He fancied
himself a scholar of the world’s philosophers and religions.
There were times,
including this one, when that could get damned annoying.
Instead of
answering, Mason kept quiet. He hoped his silence conveyed his wish for more
coffee and less talk.
“I said,”
Wolf said louder, “a wise woman once—”
“First off,” Mason
muttered irritably, “what part of this face”—he pointed to his scowling
mug—“makes you think I’m in the mood for morning convo?”
“You’re never in
the mood for conversation,” Wolf drawled, his Oklahoma accent making the
words sound twice as long as they normally would. “Don’t matter what time of
day it is.”
“Second off,” Mason
went on as if Wolf hadn’t spoken, “what’s that supposed to mean anyway? If
you risk nothing, you risk everything?”
“It means you should
pull your head from your ass and go for it. Take her up on what
she’s offerin’.” Wolf stuck a cocktail straw between his teeth and hailed
the bartender to put in an order for a Bloody Mary. Hitching his chin toward
Alex’s table, he added, “Come on, man. You know you want to.”
Mason hadn’t been
kidding when he said he wasn’t in the mood to talk. But he sure as shit wasn’t
in the mood to talk about Alex and her heart-stopping offer.
Ride The
Tide is the third title in the Deep Six series, featuring a group of former
Navy Seals who are continuing their search for the Santa Cristina treasure. Whilst this title can be read as a standalone,
I recommend reading the previous titles in the series to understand the
backstory of the characters.
Alex is a feisty,
intelligent, and resilient if somewhat naive scholar and historian. She’s relentless in her pursuit of Mason’s
affections.
Mason is a
former Seal and a divorcee who is haunted by the demons of his past. Whilst brooding, protective and tough, he’s
also a wounded and vulnerable hero.
The attraction
and chemistry between Alex and Mason is undeniable, despite Mason doing his
best to derail all of Alex’s plans.
I enjoyed
the friendship and camaraderie between Mason and his former seal team.
If you enjoy
an action packed, romantic suspense I recommend any of Julie Ann Walker’s
titles.
