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Beauty can be deceiving. . . .

Tally Cruise has come to Paradise Island for a long-awaited reunion with the father she never knew. But when she arrives, he is nowhere to be found. Still, she is so thrilled by the seductive beauty of the island that she doesn’t see the danger that is boiling right below the surface—until a mysterious explosion nearly kills her. She is rescued by an enigmatic man whose intensity is as undeniable as his sex appeal...

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Overview

Beauty can be deceiving. . . .

Tally Cruise has come to Paradise Island for a long-awaited reunion with the father she never knew. But when she arrives, he is nowhere to be found. Still, she is so thrilled by the seductive beauty of the island that she doesn’t see the danger that is boiling right below the surface—until a mysterious explosion nearly kills her. She is rescued by an enigmatic man whose intensity is as undeniable as his sex appeal . . . a mysterious stranger who is not what he seems.

Michael Wright is on Paradise to settle an old score with Tally’s father, the man responsible for the accident that ended his Navy SEAL career . . . and killed his best friend. But even though he hopes to use Tally to reach his target, Michael cannot deny the deep feelings she inspires within him, or the fact that her life is in serious danger. Paradise Island is a place full of hidden intrigue and peril, as deadly as it is beautiful, and Michael will need every skill he learned as a SEAL to ensure that he and Tally escape alive. . . .

IN TOO DEEP

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“Sexy, funny, and wild! Hang on and enjoy the ride!”
—ANDREA KANE
New York Times Bestselling Author
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Cherry Adair provides readers with a strong romantic suspense thriller starring an anti-hero converted to hero by his intrepid beloved...The story line is action-packed as the lead couple discovers they are IN TOO DEEP in a situation Michael thought he controlled.
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Snap up your copy of Cherry Adair's sizzling "In Too Deep" for an intense look at the life of an innocent woman swept into the intriguing world of a sexy man hell bent on revenge.
Patricia Rouse
Cherry Adair again proves herself one of the reigning queens of romantic adventure with her fantastic September 2002 Ballantine release, IN TOO DEEP! Book #3 about the heroic Wright family features brother, Michael, a burned out ex-Navy SEAL seeking revenge on an unscrupulous arms dealer, who caused Michael's partner's death and ended his career. The only problem is Michael finds himself falling hard and fast for the arms dealer's estranged daughter, who has showed up on exotic Paradise Island in the South Pacific to reunite with her father. Mix danger, intrigue, a hot tropical climate and the deep blue sea with sultry lovemaking and you get another combustible bestseller! Regardless if you're experiencing Cherry Adair's novels for the first time or already a fan, readers will find themselves deeply enamored of her writing with IN TOO DEEP!
Romantic Times Columnist
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780804120012
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 8/27/2002
  • Series: Wright Family Series , #3
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reissue
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 802,025
  • Product dimensions: 4.16 (w) x 6.87 (h) x 0.85 (d)

Meet the Author

USA Today-bestselling author Cherry Adair is a multiple RITA finalist and has won numerous awards, including the Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice Award for Best Contemporary Romance. Her most recent book, Hide and Seek, was voted one of Romance Writers of America’s Top Ten Favorite Books for 2001.

Cherry and her husband share their Western Washington home with a fireproof cat and the world’s cutest dog. When she isn’t busy writing or redecorating, she spends her time dreaming up ways to torture her characters while helping them find their happy endings.

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"Turn around, lady. I can't see what the hell you're saying!"

From the deck of the Nemesis, Michael Wright attempted to lip-read the conversation onboard the Serendipity four hundred yards away while his boat pitched and yawed with the swell of the waves.

Tally Cruise and Arnaud Bouchard.

The daughter and the right-hand man of his archenemy, Trevor Church.

Now here was an unholy alliance.

The high-powered binocs brought the woman up close and personal. Plain little thing. Stubborn chin. Dark hair. Blue eyes. Surprisingly sensual mouth.

Her timing sucked. Hell, Church wasn't even around. Yet.

Michael had three days before Church's return. Three days to bait and set the trap. Three days, after eleven months of meticulous planning.

Anticipation had kept him motivated. But he wasn't alive. Lieutenant Michael Wright had died on Paradise Island last October. Now the living ghost of the man occupying his shell was ready to write the last chapter and close the book on Church once and for all.

It was as personal as it was unofficial.

Even off the books, this would be his last mission for Uncle Sam. He needed no accolades, no medals, and no acknowledgment. He and his partner had started this a year ago.

And failed.

Now he was back. Alone.

Failure was not an option.

He was ready. Focused. Intent. A heat-seeking missile targeted on Church's destruction. The long months of preparation had come down to mere days. The hours ticking away like a metronome in his brain.

Bouchard grabbed Tally about the waist and tried to kiss her. Ms. Cruise pushed out of the guy's arms, then hauled off and slapped him. Hard.

"Ow." Michael winced. "That's gotta hurt."

Apparently it did. She shook her hand, her slender shoulders stiff as she turned away. Gait unsteady because of the rough seas, she continued gesturing as she paced.

Talking. Animated. Pissed.

He readjusted the binoculars for a better view. "Better" being the operative word. He almost didn't notice the absence of his left eye.

Almost.

The increasing swells three miles out from Paradise Island sent the two yachts bobbing like opposite ends of a teeter-totter. The cork action didn't help Michael's lousy depth perception. And according to the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration, things were about to get worse.

Considerably worse, if NOAA's prediction of category three monsoon winds slamming into the French Polynesian Marquesas Islands by late afternoon was accurate.

As soon as he'd learned of the approaching typhoon, Michael had integrated it into his plans. What he hadn't incorporated was the presence of the young woman on the other boat.

"Damn. Turn around again, honey, so I can see what you're saying," Michael complained. "Not that you don't have a sweet ass." The view from the back, in fact, was prime. Her slender hands punctuated her words. She stormed all the way to the rail near the bathing platform at the stern, then made an about-face with military precision and started the circuit all over again.

Her curly black hair bounced around her head in the gathering wind. Navy slacks hid the shape of her long legs, but did great things for a truly spectacular ass. The wind pressed her neatly tucked white shirt against small, high breasts and a flat stomach.

His libido had flat-lined way back. But it wasn't dead after all. Not if he could still appreciate a great ass. The shrinks had talked to him about depression before the navy cut him loose. Hell, he wasn't depressed. For months nothing had held his interest for long. If he'd had the energy to be anything, it would've been pissed.

At least now he was doing something about it. He lacked the official backing of Uncle Sam, but he had other players on his dance card if he needed them. None of whom had to play by the rules.

Michael's fingers tightened on the binocs as he readjusted the focus on Bouchard's reaction to the boss's daughter's harangue. Bouchard laid a conciliatory hand on her shoulder. She swatted it away. "Honest to God, Tal, I do--" his hand went up to sweep hair off his face--"believe me?"

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah," Michael bitched, wedging the fishing pole between his feet to keep it from sliding to the deck. "Whatever you're selling, she's not buying, pal. Kiss her ass and call it a day."

Michael had taken time early that morning to batten down the hatches and trim the sails in preparation for the building storm. He anticipated nine- to twelve-foot storm surges and hundred-mile-an-hour-plus winds. The sooner he got out of the direct path, the better.

He'd made a huge pot of coffee, stored it safely in a large Thermos, and had built a pile of man-size sandwiches and sealed them in a waterproof Baggie.

The Nemesis consisted of forty-five feet of high-tech beauty. Built of fiberglass, with an Airex foam core, she was lightweight and strong. While he prepared for this trip, Michael and his inventor-of-cool-gadgets-brother-in-law, Jake Dolan, had outfitted the Nemesis with some exceptional toys. Consequently, Michael was ready for anything.

He'd meticulously scripted the next couple of days: limp into port, drag out repairs, reconnoiter the small island, find his target, and wait like a fat, hairy spider to ensnare Church in the web he'd meticulously woven.

Running into the daughter and the second in command, like ducks in a shooting gallery out here, might prove to be a bonus. Especially if they'd cooperate and say something interesting.

"Come on. Come on. Come on. Give me a frigging clue what you two are up to, would you?" Ten minutes. If they didn't reveal anything useful, he'd call it a wash and head into the shelter of the harbor, and go from there.

He wasn't prepared to risk the Nemesis. Church had already taken way too much from him as it was. If those two wanted to sink in the coming storm, they could have at it. Two less people for him to keep tabs on later.

Michael had intentionally positioned the Nemesis to be as inconspicuous as possible as a silhouette against the horizon. And although it was only early afternoon, the low, dark sky gave every appearance of dusk. He slapped the binocs up to his eye.

"Say something worth listening to, damn it. I don't give a crap if you drown. But it's my frigging worst nightmare. So turn the hell around and talk to me."

He attributed his accelerated heartbeat and sweaty palms to the relentless approach of the typhoon. The wind felt cool on his wet skin. Hell. Even a rational man would give pause when faced with a monsoon.

Thanks to Church it was fucking more than that for Michael. He kept his gaze locked on the other boat and not on the broody, malevolent, almost black water that stretched into infinity. The sea wasn't a woman to him. It was a man-eating, man-mutilating monster.

Merciless. Amoral.

Greedy. Unforgiving.

Christ, he'd lived with night sweats and day demons for months, and in the process developed a phobia bigger than the Titanic.

Michael snorted. A Navy SEAL afraid of the sea. . . .

Ex.

Ex-Navy SEAL.

Well, screw that for a joke.

"Danger, danger Will Robinson," Michael muttered, getting a firm grip on the seat of his chair as the Nemesis went up one side of a wave, and down into a deep trough before bobbing back to the crest. The fishing pole clattered to the deck as a frothy wave washed over the side, dousing his legs with water.

An icy sweat formed on his skin. He ignored it.

Que sera sera.

If this trip didn't cure his irrational fears, nothing would. He'd purposely surrounded himself with what he feared the most: water.

It was a last-ditch, drastic act. The sea was either going to kill, or cure him.

And right now the former was a distinct possibility. . . .

Water foamed across the deck and drained back into the ocean, leaving a malevolent gleam on the boards. He swallowed hard.

Tally turned. Michael could once again see her face. "--So full of it," he repeated, reading the lady's furiously moving lips. She had a pretty mouth. A mouth that was going to be sucking up seawater if they didn't hurry up and do whatever-the-hell they were going to do before this storm hit.

Tally fell into her erstwhile lover as a wave broadsided their boat. She shoved away from him as soon as she caught her balance.

"Six minutes and counting," Michael guesstimated aloud. "Then I'm outta here. What the hell kind of name is 'Tally,' anyway?" he asked the three-legged cat, who'd jumped onto his lap, walked the plank of his thighs, and now stood, legs braced, on Michael's outstretched legs. Sharp claws dug into his shins. Black fur combed by the stiffening breeze, Lucky's ragged ear twitched in response.

Michael repositioned his feet on the teak railing; Lucky adjusted his weight accommodatingly. "Tally Ho? Tally up to the bar? No, that's belly up to the bar, isn't it? Which is where the hell we should be right n--pull in your claws or get off my damn leg, Cat!"

Tally Ho said something. Bouchard shook his head and put an arm around her shoulders. The lady didn't like the contact and shoved him away.

Bouchard abruptly left her side and went below. Tally braced her arms on the brass railing of the Serendipity and glared up at the grayish purple sky. The movement did interesting things to her breasts. Michael let the rising wave shift the binoculars to where Bouchard had disappeared.

He'd be a hell of a lot happier watching this storm from inside a comfortable hotel room than this up close and personal. He had a few other kinks to work out over the next several days other than recon.

The hatch on the other boat opened. Tally ignored Bouchard as he emerged and skulked around the wheelhouse and out of sight. What was he up to? And where was the crew needed for a boat the size of the Serendipity? There had to be at least one, preferably three, hands aboard. Probably below, keeping out of the danger zone. The Serendipity's sails should've been set an hour ago, but they billowed with the force of the wind, straining at the anchor and mast. Those poor fools. They should've headed back to the island before now. It didn't make any sense for them to be this far from shelter for no reason. Not in this weather.

"Dumbshits," Michael muttered, standing up. "No reason why we have to be out here risking our asses to keep tabs on morons, is there, Luck?"

But, damn it, Bouchard was up to something. A sixth sense prickled. Pins and needles for Michael's atrophied soul. He leaned forward, raising the binocs for a final look before heading out to sea to race the storm.

With no warning, a ball of flame erupted from the sea, blowing the Serendipity to smithereens.

"Jeesus!"

The boom of the explosion beat back the wind a fraction of a second later. With a screech, Lucky flew off Michael's legs as the Nemesis leaped in the violent backwash caused by the explosion.

Flaming wreckage flew high and wide, until the luxury yacht was nothing but floating debris burning on the water.

Michael braced himself as the Nemesis rocked violently with the impact. "Sonofabitch!" He sure as hell hadn't seen that one coming.

Dazed, Tally fought her way to the choppy surface, lungs burning, vision blurred, heart pounding. She rode the swells gasping for air and trying to figure out what had just happened.

One moment she'd been standing at the railing, waiting for Arnaud; the next . . . she was in the water. "Arnaud?" she shouted. "Hey! Arnaud!"

Chunks of flaming boat bobbed several yards away. She kicked off her remaining shoe and frantically scanned the charcoal-colored waves for a sign of Arnaud's bright head. And what about the crewman who'd been below? With his black hair and dark skin the other man was going to be almost impossible to spot. Oh, God. What was the other guy's name?

Lu!

"Lu! Haere mai!" Oh, God. Oh. God.

Tally did a full circle, riding the waves, trying not to panic as she searched for the two men, and kept as far away from burning bits and pieces as she could. She didn't want to think about how deep the water was, or how high the waves had become. Or what might be swimming in the murky depths beneath her.

Terrified, she swam as close to the fiery wreckage as she dared. Cold water chilled her body even as the fire heated her face. There was no piece of flotsam bigger than a surfboard. And pretty much everything that wasn't burning was sinking--fast. Most of the flames came from floating fuel, which did not reassure her.

She spat out a mouthful of water, coughed, and pushed her hair out of her eyes. A thrill of trepidation shivered through her at how tired she was already. She hoped to God there weren't any sharks around. She might not be a good swimmer, but she was a strong swimmer. Of course that didn't mean she could outswim a hungry shark.

Tally drew up her legs reflexively. Waiting for a wave to crest, she kicked upward and tried to spot Arnaud and Lu.

Both men might very well have died in the explosion. And if she trod water much longer, she'd be equally dead. Since Arnaud's favorite expression was "every man for himself," she reluctantly started swimming toward one of the boats she'd seen earlier. With help, she'd try to find him. If the adage "only the good die young" held any truth, Arnaud Bouchard was healthy, happy, and already swimming to shore. Tally hoped the crewman was with him.

By the time she reached the other boat she was exhausted and out of breath. Dark, storm-tossed waves pummeled her as if trying to shove her away from the boat. Salt spray blinded her; water rushed down her throat. She reached out, smacking her arm into the side of the craft.

With numb fingers, Tally gripped the rim of a porthole. Now what? She couldn't scale the side of the boat without assistance. She cried out as a wave dashed her painfully against the hull, then dragged her beneath the surface. Coughing and spluttering, she fought her way back to the top, lungs on fire.

"Help!" Futile. The wind howled, the waves slammed against the hull, and the world sounded like it was ending in a roar. She spat out a mouthful of salty water and held on. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the flames and black smoke of the Serendipity smudging into the low, dark cloud cover.

Tally shuddered, really, really frightened now as the waves buffeted her and the muscles in her arms trembled from the strain of holding on. Her fingers were beyond numb. She couldn't hold on forever.

She did a visual search of the length of the boat, trying to figure out how she was going to climb aboard. Where the hell was the ladder? Her grasping fingers slipped off the porthole. She kicked frantically to stay afloat, ignoring the ache in her thighs. Should've kept up that gym membership.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 20, 2002

    In Too Deep

    When Michael Wright first sees Tally Cruise, it appears that she is the girlfriend of her father's henchman, but learns otherwise when this ex Navy seal rescues her from the explosion that ostensibly killed all the others aboard Tally's father's boat. From the moment they meet, Tally and Michael are drawn to one another, leading to some of the hottest sex scenes you will find in a non erotica labeled book. <BR><BR> For years, Michael has worked to end the career of the criminal who ended his partner and friend's life. Yet he now finds himself in love with the villain's daughter, an innocent raised away from his criminal activities. As they grow closer, his dilema worsens. Yet, all is not as it appears, and hidden things come out of the sea to attempt to wreck havoc in Michael and Tally's romance and lives. <BR><BR> **** Though Micheal is one of the to die for hunks of the romance world, and Tally is endearing with her many quirks that bring laughter to the novel, I found the plot a bit thin. Without the love scenes, there would be little left to the book, and some readers might find the explicity offensive. However, there is strong characterization and a good element of humor. **** </p><BR> Reviewed by Amanda Killgore.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    strong romantic suspense thriller

    With the typhoon coming, former US Navy SEAL Michael Wright knows his margin of safety is shrinking fast, but decides to see what the Serendipity is doing at sea so he watches from his ship Nemesis. While Michael is alone, the Serendipity contains three people, a crewmember, Arnaud the number one assistant to malfeasant Trevor Church, and Trevor¿s daughter Tally Cruise. The explosion that destroys the Serendipity surprises Michael who rescues Tally and believes the other two are dead. <P>Michael and Tally are attracted to one another from the start though he tries to ignore his feelings as he lives solely for vengeance on her father. Michael plans to use Tally as his pawn even though he finds making love with her brings back to life what her father killed in him. As several attempts on Tally¿s life occur, she and Michael fall in love. He must decide between a life with his beloved or to continue the plot that has kept him breathing for the past year. <P>Though the actions of others facilitate Michael¿s decisions, he remains a fresh character dealing with Tally¿s sparking positive feelings inside him. The story line is action-packed as the lead couple discovers they are IN TOO DEEP in a situation that Michael thought he controlled, but will learn otherwise. Cherry Adair provides readers with a strong romantic suspense thriller starring an anti-hero converted to hero by his intrepid beloved. <P>Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 31, 2002

    Wright Now!

    Wow! This book wasn¿t printed--the words were etched on the pages with action, steamed with sensuality, and pounded on them with adventure. The fast-paced story of Michael, the washed-up, jaded ex-SEAL, and Tally, the naïve, trusting city-girl desperate for her father¿s affection, is non-stopped. Michael¿s determination to kill Tally¿s father, and hers to gain the love and acknowledgement she¿s s ought from him all her life, create a hard, dark undercurrent as they confront murder, betrayal, treachery, and a sinister past that threatens both of their lives. The sexual magnetism between these opposites sizzles in the South Seas setting and provides a marvelous backdrop and an essential part of the story. The full characters and an innovative plot sucked me right into the book. I couldn¿t put it down. Thank you, Cherry Adair, for a marvelous, entertaining read!

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  • Posted October 6, 2011

    Not recommended

    It made me mad that the "hero" uses the girl to get revenge on the father which includes sleeping with her, yet she forgives all? And the word ugly and plain is used to describe her several times which was a turn off. Don't recommend!

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  • Posted May 5, 2013

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    Tally Cruise comes to Paradise Island to reunite with her father

    Tally Cruise comes to Paradise Island to reunite with her father, an enemy of Michael Wright. Michael blames him for the destruction of his career as a Navy SEAL. When Michael rescues Tally after she is involved in an explosion he is determined to use her to get back at her father. He is soon fighting his reluctant attraction to her and before long is working to keep her out of harm’s way. In Too Deep is the third book in the Wright brothers set of TFLAC series books. It’s not one to miss and remains one of my favorites!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 17, 2012

    Amazing

    I usually don't reread books, but this is my 8th time rereading. This book is my ultimate favorite, and I would recomend it to anyone, who loves books that has action, romance, and sucks you in from the first sentence. Absolutly Amazing.

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  • Posted April 18, 2012

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    MY FAVORITE WRIGHT BROTHER

    By far my favorite Wright brother and one that visits in some of Cherry's later books. It always gives me a little thrill when I see him mentioned in other stories :) Tally was one of my favorite heroines as well but I'm not sure how much of that had to do with my love for Michael! Lol either way, fabulous book as usual!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 27, 2006

    Another winner!

    Loved this book and can't wait for the next in the series! Tally was a scream the way she talked to herself and would start singing a song matching the situation. I tend to do both myself so could definitely relate.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 28, 2005

    Good Book

    THis is my second book by this author and while I prefer the other book (Hide and Seek) I did enjoy this one. THe romance was wonderful - the action was great although I felt that the real action started more towards the end of the book. I loved Tally's attitude and how she always saw the best in people/things and she had a great spirit. And Michael who saw the true beauty in Tally. I also loved the ending of the book with all family together. I really like this author. I have finally found a another author that I like.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 13, 2004

    Suspensefully Sexy

    This book was awesome, it had a great plot with steamy love scenes and surprising, gasp worthy plot twists! I look forward to reading anything else by this author. I picked it up by chance, and would love to pick up another one of Miss Adair's books, as long as it has more sexy anti-hero's like Mr. Wright!!:)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 9, 2002

    Wow - Cherry Adair just gets better and better!!

    This book is fantastic. Ex-Navy Seal Michael Wright wants revenge on the man who murdered his friend - and when he meets the daughter of his enemy he thinks he's found a sure-fire way to exact it. Unfortunately Tally Cruise is not as close to Papa as Michael hopes, and when an attempt is made to kill her, he ends up as her rescuer. Now that he's got to know her, can he really use her for his revenge? Cherry has penned another great story in the Wright family series (Kiss and Tell, Hide and Seek). If you like danger, intrigue, a hot, hot hero and lots of steam, I recommend it highly!

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