The grumpy sheriff next door is the last man she’d ask for help—but she may not survive without him.

Marine biologist Hazel O’Hara has a gift for being in the wrong place at the right time. When a coastal storm uncovers something that was meant to stay buried, she finds herself tangled in mystery and danger — and increasingly tangled with Hank McAllister, the divorced, decade-older, infuriatingly hot sheriff next door. It’s an age gap romance she never saw coming, and he refuses to admit it’s happening.

Except he keeps showing up.

Hank tells himself it’s professional. Someone has to keep this woman alive. But proximity is a dangerous thing, and Hazel has a way of getting under his skin that no amount of gruff dismissal seems to fix.

The danger is real. The tension is worse. And the slow burn between them is the most stubborn thing about either of them.

Some waves you don’t see coming until they knock you under.