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Two reader-favorite tales about hidden depths, temptation and danger!

TREASURES LOST, TREASURES FOUND

Kate Hardesty has inherited a pile of mysterious ocean charts. Her father had a dream—sunken treasure—and he’d left a map leading to a gold-laden ship. To complete her father’s explorations, she must turn to Ky Silver, the man she swore she’d never trust again. It’s a treacherous dive into the depths of the ocean, and Ky is the only one willing to help. But working with Ky means more than searching for gold—it means finding a priceless treasure Kate hadn’t known she’d lost…

RISKY BUSINESS

Dive shop owner Liz Palmer has made an idyllic life for herself in Cozumel. But everything changes when her employee is murdered and his grieving twin brother storms into Liz’s life with revenge in his heart. Suddenly Liz is plunged into the dangerous world of drug smugglers, and she discovers how impossible it is to resist both the mystery…and the passionate man trying to solve it.

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Treasures Lost, Treasures Found

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From #1 New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts come a tale of hidden depths and danger!

Kate Hardesty has inherited a pile of mysterious ocean charts. Her father had a dream—sunken treasure—and he’d left a map leading to a gold-laden ship. To complete her father’s explorations, she must turn to Ky Silver, the man she swore she’d never trust again. It’s a treacherous dive into the depths of the ocean, and Ky is the only one willing to help. But working with Ky means more than searching for gold—it means finding a priceless treasure Kate hadn’t known she’d lost….

Originally published in 1986.

CHAPTER 1

He had believed in it. Edwin J. Hardesty hadn’t been the kind of man who had fantasies or followed dreams, but sometime during his quiet, literary life he had looked for a pot of gold. From the information in the reams of notes, the careful charts and the dog-eared research books, he thought he’d found it.

In the panelled study, a single light shot a beam across a durable oak desk. The light fell over a hand—narrow, slender, without the affectation of rings or polish. Yet even bare, it remained an essentially feminine hand, the kind that could be pictured holding a porcelain cup or waving a feather fan. It was a surprisingly elegant hand for a woman who didn’t consider herself elegant, delicate or particularly feminine. Kathleen Hardesty was, as her father had been, and as he’d directed her to be, a dedicated educator.