Seriously, this might be the hottest Bullet Catcher ever written. Yes, I've probably said that before, but this time I really mean it.
There's buried treasure (okay, so it's buried under lots of water), centuries-old mystery, a deliciously bad-boy hero, and a heroine who gives him a run for his money—literally.
The sexual tension is high enough to qualify for the mile-high club on its own. The 'holy s**t' tension is way up there, too. Rocki managed to hit two of my personal fear scenarios in one book—yay for the book, not so yay for me! Lizzie is a great heroine, and Con...well, if I'd been Lizzie, I'd have been wavering between wanting to smack him and wanting to jump him at every opportunity. Did I mention hot?
I admit I'm really looking forward to the new series, but even though I'll miss the Bullet Catchers, this was a great way to go out.