Reel Trouble was a real treat to write (lot of puns in that sentence and you’ll see why when you read the book).

During the summer months, I am a commercial fisherman in Bristol Bay. I wrote HOOKED first, which makes fishing sexy and that is hard to do. Treat Devereux is one of the drifters in that book. He was so fun and engaging—a bonafide rascal— that he needed his own story. Being a fisherman, Dutch Harbor and her Deadliest Catch crew hold a fascination for me. I had to set a story there. And since I was starting the first in four novellas for the Wild Women of Alaska, I needed a strong woman. So I made her the law in town. Seana Brogan is the Deputy Chief of Dutch Harbor and she has her work cut out for her.

My opening scene has two women fighting over Treat with a dead fish. Yep, you read that right. Months back, I read an article about a woman sentenced to community service for assaulting another woman with a dead fish. You just can’t make this stuff up. Well, you can, but it tickles me when the facts are stranger than fiction. I had to use it.

Blurb:

This time he’s fishing for forever…

From the moment Treat meets the new Deputy Chief of Dutch Harbor Seana Brogan, he’s caught, and that’s before she arrests him. Unfortunately his love ’em and leave ’em ways have proceeded him, and Treat suddenly finds himself in uncharted waters with Seana easily resisting his charms. Fighting to get Seana to take his intentions seriously will be the most challenging fishing he’s ever done.

She refuses to bite…

No matter how tempting Treat Devereux seems, Seana knows the captain of the Sea Wolf is nothing but trouble—the kind of trouble that could cost her, not only her heart, but also her job. The last thing she needs is to hook up with the town’s notorious bad boy. Not when she must prove to all the naysayers that she was hired as Deputy Chief based on her own merits and not because of who her father is.

While this Deadliest Catch town is taking bets on how long she’ll last, the Real Housewives of Dutch Harbor have their own agenda, and they’re experts at tying people in knots.

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Treat and Seana are perfect for each other.  He’s trouble and she’s the one in charge of keeping law and order.  They are bound to heat up the page. Here’s a teaser of what happened between them when she arrests him:

Treat didn’t know how much time had passed when there was a sound of someone entering the cellblock and then keys in his lock. He opened his eyes and glanced up. The Deputy Chief was back with bandages, hot water, and ice packs. His heart thudded hard. Was she going to play nurse? For a minute he wished he was hurt worse.

“I didn’t think you cared, DC.” He swung his legs over and sat up on the cot, holding his hand to his sore ribs.

She faltered in her step. “You didn’t say your ribs hurt.”

“You didn’t ask.”

“I’m asking now.”

He paused, knowing how he’d play this if the Deputy Chief was a normal woman. He was quickly learning there wasn’t anything normal about her, and he liked that. A challenge here on land? The sea was the only woman who’d really presented a challenge to him. He liked unpredictable more than he should.

“They’re tender, but not broke.”

“Take off your shirt.”

His heart thudded hard again. He didn’t wait for her to ask twice, since she probably wouldn’t. Slowly he worked his black Time Bandit t-shirt with the skull and crossbones on the front up and over his head.

“You’re an idiot,” Seana murmured taking a long hard look at his torso. “Aren’t you too old for fighting?”

“If a man is too old to fight for a woman’s honor, he might as well dig himself a grave.”

She bit back a smile. “You ever stop flirting?”

“Not flirting, just speaking the truth.”

“Hmm, well that kind of ‘truth’ is going to get you killed one day.”

“There are worse ways to die.”

“You need to learn to protect yourself better from punches like the ones Hank landed on you. Stand up so I can get a look at you.”

“Almost impossible. Hank is one hell of a fighter.” He got to his feet and stood in front of her.

“Yet, you still took him on for my honor?” She set the bowl of water on the brick-hard cot along with the ice packs and bandages and then studied his left side.

“I’d do it again too,” he murmured low in his throat as she stepped nearer. Her fingers glided lightly over his ribs, and a deep moan escaped him.

“That hurt?”

“Oh, yeah,” he whispered. The best kind of hurt. He was aching now in a completely different way. His eyes closed in pleasure as her fingers continued to investigate the bruises already coloring his ribcage.

“What about this?” she asked as she probed each one of his ribs looking for breaks.

He shook his head, words beyond him. Well, at least proper words. If he opened his mouth now, something would come out of it that would surely get him into deeper trouble than he was in right now. He didn’t want to do anything that would stop her tender ministrations. Now if he could just get her to investigate the punches he’d taken to his lower abdomen.

“How’d you get this scar?” she asked.

“Donated a kidney. How is it that you smell like coconuts?” He leaned down and breathed her in.

She froze and looked up at him, her eyes widening as she realized how close they were standing. “Uh…”

He almost hit his knees as her pink tongue wetted her lips.

“Must be the coconut oil I rub into my skin after I shower.”

Oh God. Visions of her naked, rubbing oil into her skin flashed in his mind.

“Forgive me,” he whispered.

“For what?” She blinked at him.

“This.” He grabbed her shoulders and lifted her up against his bare chest as his mouth came down and captured her lips.

She froze in his arms and he had a fleeting moment of misgiving. Her fingers curled into his sides and he caught his breath as pain and pleasure caught fire within him. Then her lips softened under his.

Sweet. She tasted so damn sweet like mangos coated in honey. And he was hungry. He’d been at sea for months and hadn’t engaged this kind of treat in a long time.

He backed her up against the wall of the cell, his hard body leaning in and pinning her to the cold metal bars. Smoothing his palms over her shoulders and down her arms, he seized her hands. If she touched him anymore this room would get more action than it was ever meant to see. He raised her hands and held them above her head.

Her fingers curled tight around the bars as if she needed to hang onto something now that he had prevented her from holding onto his bruised sides. Didn’t stop her from arching her lower body against his and causing him to curse, crushing her against the iron bars. Their bodies melded as though custom-designed to fit perfectly together. He kept his hands clasped around her wrists so that he wouldn’t strip her out of her uniform.

Lighten it up, he warned himself.

She parted her lips, and the kiss deepened.

Author Bio:

USA Today Bestselling Author Tiffinie Helmer is always up for a gripping adventure. Raised in Alaska, she was dragged ‘Outside’ by her husband, but escapes the lower forty-eight to spend her summers commercial fishing on the Bering Sea.

A mother of four, Tiffinie divides her time between enjoying her family, throwing her acclaimed pottery, and writing of flawed characters in unique and severe situations.

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