Theyâre hunting ghost ships off the Portuguese coast. But the real danger is the one they canât outrunâeach other.
Carter âBoomerâ Finleyâs Tier 1 team is sent to Lisbon under a temporary memorandum with MAOCâN, the multinational task force tracking a deadly new threat: fentanylâlaced ghost vessels slipping through international waters undetected. When the U.S. Coast Guard uncovers intel linking these ships to mobile sea labs capable of producing massive quantities of narcoticsâand with American ports potentially nextâBoomer and his team are tasked to assist, intercept, and shut down the operation.
The UKâs elite Special Boat Service is already in playâand cooperation isnât exactly in their DNA. Now Boomer is stuck sharing ops with a squad of sharpâtongued Brits led by a smooth, smug operative who seems a little too familiar with Detective Taylor Hoffman, the missionâs noânonsense MAOC liaison.
Taylor doesnât cross professional lines⌠well, almost. He texted her once. Then Boomer never showed. Duty called. Probably for the bestâgetting involved wouldâve crossed too many lines. Still, she couldnât help feeling like sheâd dodged a bullet. A tall, charming, Southernâaccented bullet with killer aim.
So, itâs all business with him. With the Brits. If only she could deal with a man who makes her pulse do things it absolutely shouldnât. But Lisbon is heating up fast, and the deeper they go, the more sheâs forced to trust Boomerâwith her mission, her safety, and maybe even her heart.
With mass casualties looming, international politics flaring, and a rivalry brewing hotter than a Lisbon summer, Boomer and Taylor must navigate betrayal, deception, and a chemistry neither of them can ignore.
Because in the oldest harbor in Europe, the tide is turningâand if they canât stop it, the whole damn world might drown.
Theyâre hunting ghost ships off the Portuguese coast. But the real danger is the one they canât outrunâeach other.
Carter âBoomerâ Finleyâs Tier 1 team is sent to Lisbon under a temporary memorandum with MAOCâN, the multinational task force tracking a deadly new threat: fentanylâlaced ghost vessels slipping through international waters undetected. When the U.S. Coast Guard uncovers intel linking these ships to mobile sea labs capable of producing massive quantities of narcoticsâand with American ports potentially nextâBoomer and his team are tasked to assist, intercept, and shut down the operation.
The UKâs elite Special Boat Service is already in playâand cooperation isnât exactly in their DNA. Now Boomer is stuck sharing ops with a squad of sharpâtongued Brits led by a smooth, smug operative who seems a little too familiar with Detective Taylor Hoffman, the missionâs noânonsense MAOC liaison.
Taylor doesnât cross professional lines⌠well, almost. He texted her once. Then Boomer never showed. Duty called. Probably for the bestâgetting involved wouldâve crossed too many lines. Still, she couldnât help feeling like sheâd dodged a bullet. A tall, charming, Southernâaccented bullet with killer aim.
So, itâs all business with him. With the Brits. If only she could deal with a man who makes her pulse do things it absolutely shouldnât. But Lisbon is heating up fast, and the deeper they go, the more sheâs forced to trust Boomerâwith her mission, her safety, and maybe even her heart.
With mass casualties looming, international politics flaring, and a rivalry brewing hotter than a Lisbon summer, Boomer and Taylor must navigate betrayal, deception, and a chemistry neither of them can ignore.
Because in the oldest harbor in Europe, the tide is turningâand if they canât stop it, the whole damn world might drown.