Title: Dangerous Currents
Author: Kathryn Knight
Genre: Romantic Suspense (or to be more precise, Contemporary Romance with Suspense Elements)
Release date: May 3, 2018
When a costly mistake ends Malorie Montgomery’s career, she returns to Cape Cod in search of a fresh start. But her plans for a new—and quiet—life are quickly derailed when she makes a grisly discovery in the woods, and her screams bring the one person from her past she’d hoped to avoid. Dean Slater, the ex-boyfriend who broke her heart in high school, now lives in the beachfront community that was supposed to be her haven…and he’s just as hot as he was six years ago.
With his rough background, Dean always knew he wasn’t good enough for the kind, intelligent beauty who claimed his heart, but somehow he’d believed their love was strong enough to survive anything—until the tragic night she turned her back on him when he needed her trust the most. Despite their painful history, Dean can’t resist the instinct to protect her, especially when it becomes apparent there’s a killer in their town.
Their former chemistry soon reignites, but Malorie has long accepted that her dark family secret has destined her to a life alone. And when she uncovers evidence that makes her the killer’s target, a deadly confrontation threatens to destroy any possibility of a second chance.
Kathryn Knight writes books that are full of suspense, mystery, and drama. Dangerous Currents is a dramatic romance with characters that are relatable with real emotions and real feelings. I found myself being pulled into the story at the beginning and never coming up for air until I finished the entire book.
Dangerous Currents starts with Malorie returning home to Cape Cod after being gone for 6 years. While hiking with her dog she comes across a body. Who hears her screams for help? Her high school boyfriend Dean, who broke her heart many years ago. I could feel the sparks and see the attraction from their first meeting. I enjoyed that they didn’t just fall back together. They both had misconceptions of what happen the night of their senior prom and they had to work together to move past those feelings.
My only wish is that while Kathryn Knight explores the feelings between Malorie and Dean that the murder wasn’t pushed to the side. I felt like the there should have been police work going on or other mentions of what was happening after the body was found. The murder was lost in the beginning of the story when it was brought back up later in the story.
I never saw the end coming, I knew it had to end and that secrets would need to be revealed but I was entirely shocked at how the story came together. As I read the last words I knew it was the perfect way to end a wonderful story.
Kathryn Knight spends a great deal of time in her fictional world, where mundane chores don’t exist and daily life involves steamy romance, dangerous secrets, and spooky suspense. Her novels are award-winning #1 Amazon and Barnes & Noble Bestsellers and RomCon Reader-Rated picks. When she’s not reading or writing, Kathryn spends her time catching up on those mundane chores, driving kids around, and teaching fitness classes. She lives on beautiful Cape Cod with her husband, their two sons, and a number of rescued pets.
Please visit her at www.kathrynknightbooks.blogspot.com.
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He took a step closer, eliminating the small distance between them. “I wasn’t about to let him hurt you.” He paused, his strained expression revealing an internal struggle. Clenching his jaw, he closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, their green depths flashed with something like defiance, and he cursed under his breath. “The thing is,” he finally continued, his tone rough with barely harnessed emotion, “I still feel…protective of you. I want to keep you safe.”
Her lungs stopped working. Alarm bells jangled in a distant part of her mind as he leaned over her. This was dangerous. She was dangerous. Swallowing past the knot in her throat, she forced the words out. “You don’t need to feel that way.”
His hands gripped her shoulders, setting her skin on fire. He lowered his head, bringing his lips inches from hers. “I don’t think I can control it.”
She couldn’t move. She simply didn’t have the willpower—or the desire—to stop this from happening. Every cell in her body was clamoring with need for him; it was a force of its own. All coherent thought fled as the moment stretched out in an agonizing slide toward the inevitable.