Praise for IN TOO DEEP

Publishers Weekly (starred review): “...loaded with sexual tension...works on every level: as a detective novel, a paranormal thriller, and a romance.”

Booklist (starred review): “The perfect mixture of paranormal-flavored suspense and sexy romance...simply irresistible.” —John Charles

Library Journal: “With vibrant wit and consummate flair, Krentz has delivered another ingenious, suspenseful tale.”

Meet Fallon and Isabella...

Footsteps sounded on the stairs, interrupting his thoughts. A sudden jolt of awareness snapped through him. He checked his watch. It was six o'clock. The Sunshine Cafe had closed half an hour ago. He had watched Isabella wave to him and walk away toward the inn, her umbrella raised against the steady rain. It couldn't be her. She had gone home for the night. She had no reason to come here, anyway.

There was something about the pattern of those footsteps on the stairs, though. He knew them.

He sat very still, waiting for the knock. It came a few seconds later. He started to call out to her; to tell her to enter. The words got jumbled up in his throat. It dawned on him that a gentleman would open the door.

Galvanized, he stood and started around the desk. The door opened before he got three steps. Isabella walked into the room, rain dripping from her coat and folded the umbrella. She smiled.

"I'm here about the position," she said.

He finally found his tongue. "What position?"

"The one that's open here at Jones & Jones."

"I never advertised a job."

"No need to put an ad in the papers." She looked around the cluttered room with great interest. "It's obvious you need an assistant. You're in luck. I've always wanted to work in a detective agency, and I've been looking for something that pays a little better than the Sunshine Cafe. People in this town are lousy tippers. Except for you."

He suddenly knew exactly what the expression deer in the headlights meant.

"I hadn't gotten as far as thinking about how much the position will pay," he said, grasping at straws.

"Not a problem." She plopped her umbrella in the old Victorian umbrella stand, the one that had graced the original offices of J&J. "I'll handle the accounting and financials from now on. Get you organized. No need for you to worry about pesky details. I'm sure you have much more important things to do."

"Miss Valdez, you don't understand. This is not an ordinary investigation agency."

She took off her raincoat and hung it on the elaborately wrought cast-iron coatrack, another relic from J&J's early years in London.

"I know," she said simply.

Shock reverberated through him. "How do you know?"

"Because you are not an ordinary man." She gave him a brilliant smile. "It looks like we'll need to order a second desk. I'll get on that right away."

—Excerpted from FIRED UP, mass market paperback In Stores Now