Depth of Desire

Depth of Desire is a steamy billionaire, opposites-attract, enemies-to-lovers Spanish island romance featuring a charming golden-boy hero who controls everything he loves, a fierce marine biologist who refuses to be bought, forced proximity on a private Canary island, a spectacular underwater resort, corporate sabotage, a deadly failure sixty feet beneath the sea, public scandal, scorching chemistry, and a guaranteed HEA.

I flew to Diego de la Vega's island to prove he couldn't buy me.

One hundred thousand dollars, wired to my charity before I agreed to anything. Irrevocable. Publish whatever you find. Seven days on his private Canary island, unrestricted access, and every intention of burning his beautiful, obscene resort to the ground.

I know what men like him do to a coastline. I've seen the fine paid and the marina opened under a poster of leaping dolphins, above water they killed. Money doesn't just buy the damage. It buys the story told afterwards.

Then he takes me sixty feet down.

Glass. Volcanic rock. An ocean pressed against the walls like something breathing. And a man who doesn't charm away a single word of my criticism — he stands there in the dark and asks me to stay and help him fix it.

Diego isn't a liar. That's the problem.

He's beautiful in a way that ought to be illegal, and utterly certain that if he controls enough, nobody he loves ever gets hurt.

Seven days become a month. A month becomes his villa, his hands, his voice in the dark, and a line neither of us can uncross.

Then the warnings start. And whoever is sending them knows exactly which memory will break me.

I came here to prove he couldn't buy me.

Nobody warned me what it would cost to fall.