Welcome back to Treasure Hunter Security!
This is high-octane action-adventure romance featuring tough, sexy former Navy SEALs turned security for dangerous archeological digs and daring treasure hunts.
Today I have not one but TWO THS covers to show to you (and if you’re already a fan, then YES, Darcy and Agent Burke’s cover is down below!!) I’ve been sitting on these for a while and I am soooo excited to finally share them with you.
I also have a huge Treasure Hunter Security Signed Paperback Giveaway to celebrate the cover reveal. Scroll down to the bottom to enter the giveaway.
But first up, to get in the action adventure mood, here is the trailer for the series:
A Novella Duo
Treasure Hunter Security #7
Release Date: Tuesday June 12th
Unidentified contains TWO novellas. Novella #1 (The Emerald Tear) is the story of how Professor Oliver Ward met his feisty treasure hunter wife Persephone (Dec, Cal, and Darcy’s parents). It’s set in the 1970s (yeah, baby!) and be prepared for a dangerous treasure hunt in the dense jungle of Ecuador on the hunt for a lost Incan emerald.
Novella #2 (The Emerald Butterfly) is set in present day in the Florida Keys. It stars sexy former SEAL Diego Torres who is captain of the salvage vessel the Storm Nymph (from Morgan’s book Unfathomed). Diego has scars from his past and a meddling family, and add in a ballsy DEA agent (who once handcuffed him and boarded his ship!) plus the hunt for a lost emerald called the Emerald Butterfly in a ship wreck, and we have an adventure.
Oh, and expect a few cameos from Silk Road, the THS team, Darcy, and Agent Arrogant and Annoying.
Cover art by the awesome Melody Simmons
Excerpt from Undiscovered featuring Oliver and Persephone Ward
“How did you know what that hieroglyph was? It’s an obscure variant, not known to many.”
“My parents are pretty interested in Egyptian history.”
“No history teacher would know this, Declan.”
A faint smile on his lips. “My parents aren’t history teachers. Well, I guess you could say my father is. He’s a professor at Denver University.”
The name clicked and Layne gasped. “Your father is Dr. Oliver Ward?”
Declan nodded. “And my mother is—”
“Persephone Ward.” Shock filled Layne. She couldn’t believe it.
Declan’s smile widened. “Yeah, she’s—”
“A treasure hunter,” Layne said.
A rueful look crossed his face. “I prefer artifact acquisition specialist, but she prefers treasure hunter.”
Layne couldn’t believe one of the greatest teachers of ancient history was Declan’s father, and one of the wildest, most daring treasure hunters was his mother.
Excerpt from Unfathomed featuring Diego Torres
A man appeared above, on the balcony surrounding the bridge. He came down the stairs in smooth, easy movements that said he’d done it a hundred times before.
His dark hair was even shaggier than Zach’s, his skin tanned a deep brown, and he had scruff on his face. If there was ever a man who looked more like a sexy, salty man of the sea, she’d never seen him.
“And here comes our captain now.” Morgan grinned at Diego. He still had the hard body of a SEAL, but ragged cutoff shorts and a dark T-shirt were now his uniform. Tattoos peeked out from under one sleeve, and terrible scars graced the other arm. “Everyone, this is Captain Diego Torres.”
Treasure Hunter Security #8
Release Date: Tuesday September 4th
Undetected will be the final Treasure Hunter Security book and will star series favorites Darcy Ward and a certain FBI Agent!! Undetected will be available for pre-order soon!
Cover art by Melody Simmons
Excerpt from Unfathomed featuring Darcy and Agent Alastair Burke
Darcy looked up and noticed a guy waiting for his drink across from her, scrolling through his phone, too. Hmm, Mr. Businessman was wearing a nice suit and looked like he had a nice bod under there. Even better, he was definitely not twelve.
The barista set a takeout cup on the counter. “Skinny hazelnut latte.”
Both she and Mr. Businessman reached for the latte at the same time, hands bumping.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Darcy said. Ooh, he was really nice-looking, in a clean-cut kind of way. He even had sexy wire-rimmed glasses on. “I don’t know why they bother asking for our names and then don’t use them.”
“Please, you take it.” He gestured to the coffee.
“No. You were here first—” she eyed the scrawl on the side of the cup “—Aaron.”
He took the coffee with a smile. “Well, since you clearly have excellent taste in coffee, maybe we should sit and drink it together?”
She was about to answer when she felt someone step up behind her.
Mr. Businessman’s smile evaporated, and his hands clenched on his coffee cup. “Or maybe not.” He turned and hurried out of the coffee shop.
Every nerve in Darcy’s body was twitching. She smelled cologne: crisp, clean, with a hint of lime. Her belly tightened.
She turned slowly, and found herself staring at a man’s broad chest. It was covered in a crisp, white shirt that looked like it would never dare to wrinkle. He was wearing a dark-blue suit, and had one hand resting on a lean hip that pushed his jacket back just far enough to show a glimpse of his holster and handgun.
Darcy wrinkled her nose. Why did a gun and holster under a suit have to look so damn sexy?
She looked up. The rugged jaw with a hint of stubble wasn’t quite handsome, but it rated interesting. And the green eyes were as direct and intense as always. “Special Agent Burke.”
“What are you doing here?” And why aren’t you far, far away in Washington DC?
“You left a message saying you needed to speak with me.”
Her mouth dropped open. “I meant for you to call, not show up here.”
His serious face didn’t change. “I was in the area.”
Of course he was. Even FBI agents couldn’t just dash around the country as they pleased.
“Skinny hazelnut latte for Darcy,” the barista called out.
Darcy pushed past Burke and grabbed her coffee. “Thanks.”
The barista set another cup down beside hers. “Black Americano.”
As Burke leaned forward, his shoulder brushed Darcy’s as he grabbed his coffee. “Shall we sit?”
She sighed. She didn’t see any way out of it. “Fine.”
The coffee shop was busy this time of day, with office workers grabbing their caffeine before heading to their offices. There was one table left at the back, with two small chairs pushed close together.
As she slid in, hanging her handbag on the back of her chair, Agent Burke sat beside her. His hard thigh bumped hers and she barely stopped herself from jolting.
She’d always envisaged FBI agents as older, overweight, and balding. They spent a lot of time sitting behind a desk, so it seemed unfair that Alastair Burke looked the way he did.
Treasure Hunter Security Signed Paperback Giveaway
To celebrate the Treasure Hunter Security cover reveal, I am giving away SIX signed THS paperbacks – one each to SIX lucky winners. Open internationally!
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