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Cryonically preserved for ten years
without her knowledge.
Holds the mysterious key that could free everyone.
Living on the run with two very tempting men, while hoping more than anything that her past doesn’t compromise her future.
Computer hacker who escaped the enemy.
A skill set that could save the entire DEEP team.
Lacking confidence could be his undoing, especially when it comes to the two people he cares about most.
Cryonicist who revived twenty-four souls.
Protector of the two lives in his care.
Hopeful that he can convince them to be his, and scared to death he might not be enough for them.
An unconventional relationship born under duress, in isolation.
Can their bond hold true when the dust settles?
The books in this series can be read on their own, but readers will enjoy the Project DEEP series more if they are read in order.
Just when you think you might have an idea of what’s coming, Becca Jameson throws a twist that totally throws you for a loop.
In this finale to the Project Deep series, Olivia holds a clue that is as intriguing as it complicated. She wasn’t a scientist she was the nurse to a patient, one who was Cryonically preserved too late to help him. She didn’t give permission to be preserved in the way she was, she had no indication of illness and that made her different than all the rest.
Damon is the doctor assigned to keep her safe, he’s already revived the twenty-four people who voluntarily went under. Now he has to explain to Olivia that it’s ten years later and figure out why she was frozen.
Spencer is the computer expert that is trying to help all of them figure out what the heck happened and make it so they can all lead normal lives again. Olivia is somehow the center of it all and they have to figure out why.
“Spencer’s nice,” he murmured, his nose against hers now.
“Yes. Not what I expected. He’s actually funny. I expected someone far more serious and awkward.”
Damon grinned. “Let’s not get carried away. The kid is awkward. Genius types usually are, but I think he feels comfortable with you, so he’s not as stiff. He’s loosened up since he arrived this afternoon.”
“Yeah, I noticed that too.” It was hard to keep their voices low enough, and she had to pray Spencer was asleep. Judging by the rough sounds of his breathing across the room, she suspected he was dead to the world. “I think you intimidate him,” she continued.
He smiled wider. “I intimidate a lot of people.”
She rolled her eyes. “I can imagine that, but you don’t intimidate me, so lighten up some. You could smile more.”
His face sobered a bit, creating the exact opposite result of what she was aiming for. “A secret government organization is trying to kill us.”
She sighed. He was right. “I know, but it doesn’t seem they currently are aware of our location.”
“I agree. Though I have been watching cars out in the street closely. There are a few I have my eye on every day.”
“Why? Because they park in the same spots? This is an apartment building. That has to be expected. Plus, people work in the area. The same ones should be coming and going every day.”
“You’re right, but no one should be sitting in their car for any length of time.” He cringed and squeezed her tighter.
She froze, her eyes going wider as she pushed a few inches off his chest and lifted her head to stare down at him.
He set a finger over her lips. “Shhh. Don’t wake Spencer. I’m sorry I said anything. It’s probably nothing. I’m just keeping an eye on the street is all.” He ran his hand up the back of her head and gently tugged her forward, his gaze on her lips.
She knew she should stop this madness, but she didn’t have the will. She wanted him to kiss her, partially to prove her attraction wasn’t one-sided and partially to experience the intimacy and warmth that came with a good kiss. She’d only been awake a week, but it had been a lot longer than that since the last time she’d been held by a man.
It felt good. He was kind and intelligent and sexy, and he gave a fuck about her. Those things were attractive, even if she hadn’t known him long. Any woman in her right mind would want Damon Bardsley to kiss her.
So she willingly lowered her lips to his and closed her eyes.
Damon held her head, angling it to one side with his palm. His other hand slid up her back, his fingers splaying between her shoulder blades. He eased into the kiss, teasing her lips with his before deepening the contact and touching the seam of her lips with his tongue.
Her body came more alive than it had in years. Real years. The ones she could remember. Her heart pounded at the way he melted her, taking charge of this make-out session, even though he was on the bottom. Her breasts felt heavy, and she squeezed her thighs together against the arousal.
She really needed to get a grip on herself. It wasn’t as though she could take this any further. The most they could ever do if they entered into relationship status would be to kiss. No way in hell was she going to have sex or even bare her skin three yards from another person. This wasn’t a dorm room. They weren’t eighteen. And the third wheel couldn’t wait in the hallway.
Nevertheless, she couldn’t bring herself to stop. She let her tongue dance with his, slowly, sweetly. Soothing her in a way that was calming at the same time red flags went up.
When he broke the kiss, she forced herself to ease away from him and land on her back at his side. For several moments, she did nothing but breathe heavily. Finally she turned her head toward him to find him staring at her. “We shouldn’t do this. It’s too complicated.” She turned onto her side, facing away from him, unable to continue to stare into his eyes. They bore into her soul, unnerving her with their intensity.
Damon rolled with her and hauled her back against his front, tucking his arm under her breasts. His lips landed on her ear. “Because you’re attracted to Spencer too,” he whispered, shocking her with his candidness and willingness to put it right out there.
He chuckled lightly. “It’s okay. It makes sense. I welcome the competition.”
“Stop worrying. We’ll figure things out. It was just a kiss. I enjoyed it.”
“Me too.” That’s what worries me.
Becca Jameson. Reviving Olivia: Project DEEP, Book Seven (Kindle Locations 939-976). Becca Jameson Publishing.
As more and more things come to light, the intensity of the relationship between Olivia, Spencer and Damon increases.
This book had me on the edge of my seat from the first page. With plenty of intrigue, simmer to sizzle heat and more than one twist as this tale winds to it’s conclusion.
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Becca Jameson currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two kids, and the various pets that wander through.
After editing for about five years she recently started writing. She is loving the journey, dabbling in various genres.
When not writing or editing she can usually be found taxiing kids to and from their activities, scrapbooking, and reading!
Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.