Red Tide (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 82,033
15 Ratings (4.4)

[Siren Classic: Erotic Romantic Suspense, HEA]

Dive charter captain Mitch Jackson is ready to divorce her cheating ex and take a chance on romance with friend and business partner Ed Grey. She's tired of her love life being on hold. Truth be told, she's always carried a torch for Ed, but worried that their age difference made Ed think of her as the kid he knew. Ed has silently loved Mitch for years. Her impending divorce will finally give him a chance to voice his true emotions. Unfortunately, life is never that simple. When they stumble upon a sunken drug vessel, a desperate criminal who's closer to them than they realize wants to send Mitch to a permanent watery grave. Now, Mitch and Ed are on the run from a wily serial killer intent on stopping Mitch from testifying. Will their love survive a murderer's vengeance, or will he spill their blood on another Red Tide?

Note: This book contains excessive violence.

A Siren Erotic Romance


Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.

Red Tide (MF)
15 Ratings (4.4)

Red Tide (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 82,033
15 Ratings (4.4)
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Cover Art by Jinger Heaston
A really good read with plenty of action both in and out of bed.
Marie Jermy
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4 CUPS: "Mitch, short for Michelle, is in business with her daddy’s old partner–Ed. Separated from her husband for three years, she is finally getting a divorce. Her friends are encouraging her to be more than friends with Ed, but she fears their age difference may be too much and would hate life without Ed’s friendship. Ed has wanted Mitch for a long time and is thrilled she is dumping her useless soon to be ex-husband. He does not want to push himself on her, but is working on letting her know how much he cares about her, until a series of incidents requires him to protect the woman he loves. Police are looking for a serial killer. The trail leads to Mitch and maybe her ex. When Mitch is attacked again, she, Ed and the police think they know who the killer is. But can they prove it? Red Tide begins slowly, but winds up a page turner. The details about diving and boating are good and not overdone. The age difference between Mitch and Ed starts out important, but ends up being one of the book’s lesser conflicts, with excellent murder and mayhem the primary focus. Their romantic is developed perfectly, which makes the suspense all the better. Ms. Dalton’s dialogues and plot lines are really good. It is not hard to figure out the bad guy, although I enjoy watching his demise wanting to yell, “Got you, scumbag!”, but refrained…barely." -- Anya, Coffee Time Romance & More

4 STARS: "Friends who become lovers is a storyline I enjoy greatly. In RED TIDE, Michelle "Mitch" Jackson is interested in her business partner and good friend, Ed Grey. The problem, Mitch is married. Is she really married though? Two years into her marriage to John Tyne, it came to a screeching halt with his flagrant infidelity. Three years later, she is still married to him. At this point I'm stumped. Why would a woman who neither needs financial support nor shares children with a man want to stay married to a chronic cheater? They don't even live together. The excuses given are weak. Still, it did help set up the story for scenes to unfold logically. The romance in this story is a lot lighter than others I've read by Ms. Dalton. It's more of a sweet slow simmer rather than an intense explosion. The hesitance is realistic, especially for two people who have been previously burned in their first marriage. The friendship turning into compatible lovers warms my heart and brings a smile to my face because I can relate. I enjoy this story mostly because I'm an avid scuba diver. Mitch and Ed run a dive shop together. This story isn't focused on the diving but it does bring enough of the elements that I'm captivated. The diving scenes are realistic and the fear felt by Ed and Mitch is the same I've felt. Fortunately, mine was a rescue, not a recovery. Mitch and Ed dancing around their mutual interest in each other amused me. It's as if they were afraid to dip their toe into the water for fear of falling into the deep end without a lifejacket. The romantic suspense in this story comes from the serial killer and a drug dealer. From the beginning of the story, it's crystal clear who the killer and the drug overlord turn out to be. I think Ms. Dalton does this so at each point, the reader can scream out, "NO! Don't do that!" or "Watch out! Why are you doing that? Don't go with him!" Yes, I'm that person who shouts at the TV or movie screen when a character does something stupid. The story moved at a smooth pace with not a single stray thread. There were times where I thought Ms. Dalton missed a point only to have her bring it up later in the story to connect all the dots. The ending is suspenseful and just how I liked it. I hope this means there will be a sequel. I recommend this book to romance lovers who enjoy friends to lovers theme with a spice of suspense." -- BookAddict, The Romance Reviews

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Mitch anxiously watched Ed’s bubbles on the surface. They finally changed, indicating he was out of the wreck, but he wasn’t moving. A school of baitfish off to their starboard side caught her eye. She pointed it out to Ron and Jack. The three of them watched, fascinated, while the school churned the glassy surface of the water.

Their fascination quickly turned to horror as a large, beige shape came up underneath the school and rolled at the surface. It exploded in a frenzy of movement, then sank back into the Gulf after giving them the unmistakable view of its dorsal fin.

Mitch barely managed a whisper. “Oh, shit.”

“A tiger?” Ron asked.

She nodded.

He patted her shoulder. “What can we do?”

“Wait.” She looked up at her friend. “And pray.”

Jack shook his head and stared at the ripples still blooming where the shark hit.


* * * *


Ed couldn’t tell if it was the same tiger or not. But when it finally disappeared into the distance, he decided to make a run for it. He kicked for the anchor rope, corpse in tow, and looked around. Even the barracudas had vanished.

Ed forced himself to stick to the ascent rule of a foot per second, freezing at thirty feet when the tiger shark materialized below him. The tiger slowly undulated back and forth, arching its back, its moves growing increasingly erratic as it ascended. From all his years of diving, Ed knew a lot about shark behavior. What this shark did worried the hell out of him.

It was preparing to attack.


* * * *


“What the hell?” Mitch exclaimed.

Ron and Jack quickly joined her. “What’s wrong? Ron asked.

“He was coming up, then he stopped about midway. What the hell?”

A splash near the stern, followed by Pete’s excited barking, drew their attention. They rushed aft just in time to see another dark shape cruise by the boat before sinking into the depths of the Gulf.

“Holy crap!” Jack exclaimed. “Was that what I think it was?”

Mitch’s grim face was all the confirmation he needed, but she said, “Hammerhead.”

She locked Pete in the main cabin. It was definitely not the time for the dog to suddenly decide to take a swim.


* * * *


Ed brought the speargun up in front of him and kicked for the surface. The tiger made several close passes, then changed course and aimed right for him. Ed tightened his already white-knuckle grip on the spear gun and prepared for the concussion from the powerhead. The tiger veered away at the last absolute second as something rammed Ed from behind.

The impact took him square between his shoulders, driving his tank and BC hard into his back. He was jerked back and forth several times and heard the shark’s teeth grating on the aluminum scuba tank before it finally let him go. The blow was enough to make Ed bite through the teeth-grips on the regulator’s mouthpiece. Ed barely managed to hold on to his speargun and the corpse. He turned to catch a glimpse of his attacker circling around behind him.

The hammerhead.

Unlike the typical “bump and bite” profile that rare shark attacks on divers followed, this one was coming back for seconds, attracted by the corpse, no doubt.

Ed turned to face the shark. At the last second he dodged, spinning around and stabbing the hammerhead with his speargun. The powerhead made contact just behind its head. The concussion jolted Ed while the shark erupted in a flurry of erratic movement. Blood, turned green by a trick of the light at depth, blossomed from the dying shark. Ed watched as it sank toward the bottom, still writhing in its death agonies.

The barracudas magically reappeared and their razor-sharp teeth set to work on the huge shark. Ed stared for a moment, watching the feast, until the thought of the tiger shark still lurking somewhere broke the spell and started him kicking for the surface again.




The simple dinner tasted delicious. When she shifted position in bed, she involuntarily groaned.

“You okay, hon?” he asked.

“Just really stiff.”

He cleared the dishes. “Lie down and I’ll give you a back rub.”

“That sounds wonderful.” It took her a moment to change positions, and even though she now did want to fall asleep, the heat from his hands set her desire ablaze again. Ten minutes into it, she rolled over and sat up.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

Mitch smiled. “Not a thing.” She leaned in, covering his mouth with hers. His lips felt warm and tender on hers, and she savored the feel of her fingers sliding through his hair. This was what she’d wanted, dreamed about, for years.

Ignoring her aching muscles, she pushed Ed down to the bed and straddled his legs. His rigid cock, unrestrained by briefs, tented the fabric of his shorts. She teased him through the fabric, using her fingernails to trace every ridge. Then she hooked her fingers in the waistband and pulled them down and off his hips. She sat up so he could kick his legs free of them, and she tossed them off the bed.

Mitch let out a sigh. “Perfect.” She leaned in and engulfed the head with her lips, her pussy clenching and growing wet at the sound of his moan. He grabbed two fistfuls of her hair.

“More, baby. Please.”

With one hand, she grabbed the base of his cock, slowly pumping it with her hand as she teased him with her tongue.

His back arched, and he let out a soft groan. She resisted his efforts to take him in deeper. Instead, she cupped his sac with her other hand. His musky scent filled her nose as drops of salty pre-cum rewarded her efforts.

“That’s it,” he whispered.

His husky tone spurred her on, and she slid her mouth farther down his rigid shaft. His cock felt hard, hot, like silky steel between her lips and in her hand. His balls drew up tight in her other hand as his shaft stiffened even more.

“I’m gonna come, baby!”

She went deep, swallowing, fisting his shaft faster and harder until she felt his juices explode in her mouth. Only after she knew he was completely spent did she release him. He softly stroked her hair while she nestled her cheek on his stomach and waited for him to recover.

“How was that?” she softly asked.

He let out a laugh she knew all too well. “You really have to ask?”

She tipped her head back to look up at him, still uncertain. “Just making sure.”

Carefully, he slipped out from under her and rolled her onto her back. He pushed the shirt open and bent his head to her left breast. She closed her eyes and moaned at the feel of his warm mouth teasing her. Every flick of his tongue sent more pulses of need straight to her pussy, which clenched in time with his ministrations.

He resisted her attempts to hurry him and teased her nipples with his lips, back and forth, until she shook with passion. She felt her juices flowing, her labia and clit slick with them. When he finally moved and settled between her legs, her fingers entwined in his hair.

“You’re so wet, baby,” he murmured, his breath brushing against her swollen clit and making her moan again. He flicked his tongue against her nub, making her moan.

“Please!” she begged.

“I’ve waited a long time for this,” he hoarsely said. “I’m not rushing.” He buried his face between her legs, his tongue exploring every inch of her slit, his nose brushing against her clit in a deliciously teasing way.

She lost track of time. The first explosion rolled out of her, and she grabbed at the sheets as it felt like a supernova had gone off inside her. No one, not even the skilled John Tyne, had ever made her explode like that.

Ed wasn’t done. When she tried to push him away, he grabbed her hands and laced his fingers through hers, pinning her arms to the bed. She lifted her head to look at him. His playful blue gaze peered up at her over the swell of her mound before a smile crinkled the corners of his eyes. Then he closed them again and sucked on her clit, pulling another orgasm from her just as powerful as the first.

She clamped down on his hands and held on through wave after wave of pleasure. It wasn’t until he finally released her with a gentle kiss to her navel that she could finally catch her breath.

She grabbed him and pulled his mouth down to hers. The taste of her juices on his lips thrilled her. She was his, now. As long as he’d have her.

Grabbing his cock, she tried to line it up with her slit when he stopped her and sat up. “Condoms?”

Fuck! She shook her head. “I’m on the Pill. Plus, I got tested after I left John.”

He grinned and bent down to kiss her again. This time when she found and wrapped her fingers around his cock, he let her position him, rubbing the once again engorged head up and down along her wet slit.

Bracing his hands on the mattress on either side of her, his gaze never left hers as he slowly sank his cock deep inside her.


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