Hurricane (Cutter Cay Series #5)

Hurricane (Cutter Cay Series #5)

by Cherry Adair

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Rydell Case’s ship is his home, his heart, and his reason for being. After his ex-wife left him—taking his brand-new megayacht, Tesoro Mio with her—she sailed off with a royal billionaire and out of his life forever. Now Ry spends his days searching for treasure—until his ship is hijacked. With the prospect of his salvage business tanking, he needs both the ship and his ex back—if only she didn’t despise him more than any man on earth. . .

When Addison D’Marco boards Tesoro Mio to find her ex-husband in her cabin, she’s furious. Ry is more handsome, more annoying, and more determined than ever. Addy can’t believe he has the nerve to demand the ship back after the way he broke her heart. With her fiancé about to board, she doesn’t want Ry back in her life to ignite painful memories and never- forgotten desires. But could it be that, amid troubled waters, Addy and Ry can salvage what they once had and have a second chance at love. . .or does fate have something else in store?

Hurricane by Cherry Adair is part of her Cutter Cay series.

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ISBN-13: 9781250016362
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 04/04/2017
Series: Cutter Cay Series , #5
Pages: 336
Sales rank: 475,463
Product dimensions: 4.00(w) x 6.60(h) x 1.00(d)

About the Author

CHERRY ADAIR has garnered numerous awards for her innovative action-adventure novels. She is the author of the Cutter Cay series, which includes Stormchaser and Vortex. A favorite of reviewers and fans alike, she lives in the Pacific Northwest.

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By Cherry Adair

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2017 Cherry Adair
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ISBN: 978-1-4668-0655-9


Fuck. Could this week, month, goddamn year get any worse?

Small camera monitors in the owner's cabin revealed his ex-wife's arrival aboard Tesoro Mio. This was the closest Rydell Case had been to Addison in over a year. Gliding his fingertip over the cold glass image of Addy's face was no substitute for touching the real flesh-and-blood woman.

Control tightly leashed, his entire body ached with ... yearning — yeah — yearning just looking at her. Dragging in a hard, painful inhale, Ry acknowledged he hadn't taken a normal breath in thirteen months, eleven days, and ten hours. And he might not ever again.

Pinpricks of pain coursed through his body. As with a limb fallen asleep, the pain of reawakening hurt like hell. Numb felt better.

Everything. Everyfuckingthing in his life hinged on the next two weeks. No more options. Fourteen days. This was it. Do or die. Every ball he juggled for the duration came with its own inherent dangers. A minefield of things to go wrong at every turn.

He snatched up the phone on the first ring.

"Miss D'Marco and the prince just boarded." Captain Anthony Seddeth sounded as wide-awake as Ry felt at three in the morning.

Miss D'Marco, not Mrs. Case. Got it. "I see them." His wife and her date for the evening. About damn time she showed up. He'd been sitting in the dark waiting for the past. On board for several hours before that. Now that Addy was aboard things could start moving swiftly.

Ry narrowed his eyes at the dude in the tailored tux. Prince Naveen Darshi. Well, fuck. Knowing she was with someone else didn't have the same blow-to-the-chest impact as seeing her with her old flame. Ry rubbed at the sore spot just behind his sternum with a clenched fist. "Thanks, Tony."

Replacing the receiver, he stared at the monitors, checking their progress through his ship. Hell. Reality check. Her ship. Addison had scored it in the alimony settlement, and what was "ours" had become "hers" before Rydell had even seen his dream ship completed. This was the first time he'd set foot on her.

The Tesoro Mio was everything he'd hoped she'd be, and more. First-class all the way. One hundred and sixty feet of perfection, tri-deck, top-notch luxury and function combined.

On the plus side, all his dreams had gone up in smoke at the same time, so the loss of a multimillion-dollar ship was barely noticeable. An indication of the shit year it had been. There was something to be said for getting it all dumped on him at once. One giant, seamless pain had to be better than multiple slowly fatal stab wounds.

That's what he'd thought, until now, as he stared into the monitor. The camera captured Addy's sweet, oval face, the sophisticated sweep of her glorious apricot-colored hair, the way her lips curved as she smiled at another man. That smile rubbed salt painfully into wounds that had yet to heal.

As for her dickwad of a companion? Well, that was Ry's own damn fault for asking God what the fuck else could go wrong. Years ago he'd stolen Addy from Darshi, and all the sucker had to do was stand back and wait for Rydell to fuck up so she could fall right back into his arms. Which she'd bloody well done before the ink was dry on the divorce papers.

The lights of Cannes sparkled copper-gold in the diaphanous mist drifting off the water behind them. Much as Ry hated to admit it, they made an elegant couple. They ... matched.

Unlike their pairing. Addy had always been way the hell out of his class.

The subtle vibration of the ship's powerful engines traveled up Ry's outstretched legs to shake a little of the knot in his belly loose. Action. At last. But phase one didn't come without its own hazards.

Glittering shoulder-dusting earrings tangled in the loose strands of Addy's glossy, strawberry-blond hair, picking up the pinpoints of illumination from the strings of white lights surrounding the deck. Darshi slipped a proprietary arm around her slender waist. Casual, intimate. Too goddamn familiar for Rydell's already strung-out nerves.

Prince Naveen Darshi. Even though Ry knew through several crew members that Darshi was around again, seeing them together made his belly cramp. So they were lovers again. The torque in his chest twisted deeper, a corkscrew winding into his heart. He picked up the bottle on the table beside him. The beer was flat — he'd been waiting down here for more than an hour. He drank anyway.

For a man whom many claimed was a robot with nerves of steel, his steely nerves were shot, his temper hair-trigger. That's because before, he hadn't needed this so fucking badly. Now he needed this — all of it — to go right. He had so many balls in the air, one fumble would decimate everything.

No fumbles.

No margin for error.

He drained the bottle, then returned it to the watermark on the table as, eyes intent, he drank her in. A year ... She hadn't changed. Beautiful. Lean, athletic body, small high breasts, marmalade-colored hair. Those three freckles on her nose that she hated, and he loved.

His Addy.

Only she wasn't. Not his. Not anymore. He couldn't compete with a multifuckinggazillionaire prince, even if the rift between himself and Addison weren't as deep as the Mariana Trench.

Ry gave a mirthless laugh. "Yeah, asshole, and you're going to attempt to dive it with just a snorkel and bloody fins. Good luck with that."

Addy's long, body-hugging gown of shimmery, creamy fabric dipped precariously low in front as her long strides carried her across the deck, Darshi at her side. Only half of the double doors stood open, necessitating her disengaging from her escort's hold. Ry's fingers dug into the nubby linen of the chair arms as he observed them entering the salon where another discreetly placed security camera picked up their progress. Darshi kept his hands to himself this time.

The owner's cabin, designed for them, looked even better than it had on the drawing board. The room smelled of her. Sophisticated. Assured. Complex. Despite Darshi's presence on board, the room showed no evidence of male occupancy. Thank God.

Like the absence of a male presence, there was no indication of Addy sharing her life on board with anyone. Tesoro Mio was her home. Their cabin on board the Sea Dragon had been filled with silver-framed pictures. But here, no pictures, no small mementos of the life they'd made and shared. No —

For a moment Ry shut his eyes as his chest squeezed. "Don't go there. Do not fucking go there." Instead, he prayed to gods who didn't give a flying fuck about his wishes and pleas for Addy not to invite the prince into her cabin tonight.

Ry'd hate to add a murder rap to his long list of woes, but at this point maybe it would give him a roof over his head and three squares a day if the rest of his world went to hell and he lost what little remained. Which amounted to bugger-all.

He got up to pace. The time alone in her cabin told him she'd dressed leisurely, as she always did, before leaving the ship. Addy loved being female and everything that went into the mysterious rituals of womanhood. Cast-off gowns, long and slinky and short and sparkly, lay over the bed. Rejected shoes, with heels nosebleed high, were scattered between the bed and the enormous walk-in closet.

Once upon a time he'd settled back to enjoy the show before the evening started. Addy loved parties and events, and dressing was part of her fun. Many, many times, they hadn't made it to whatever function Addy had been trying to drag him to. Ry would rather spend an evening in bed than anywhere else when they were together.

"Yeah, well, get that thought out of your head," he muttered to himself. If she had the chance, Addison would use one of the discarded shoes as a lethal weapon. He didn't doubt that she'd be happy to pin him like a butterfly with a spike through his heart. Not that he'd feel it. That useless organ had bled out a year ago. Dry as dust, it beat the required beats, but there was nothing more than blood and tissue. His emotions had flatlined, and it would take more than he had left in him to jump-start it back to life.

He doubted she'd be in a more receptive frame of mind now than she'd been a year ago. And while it fucking irked him no end to have to come to her, hat in hand, knowing how she felt about him, he had zero choice. He'd just have to make this as bloodless as humanly possible.

There'd be no cake. And no eating it. One thing at a time.

He'd done a thorough reconnoiter when he'd boarded several hours earlier. Everywhere he looked was a design feature they'd chosen together. From the sleek, sophisticated pale-gray leather sofas to the high-backed leather chairs in the dining room. Every single thing on board, large and small, reminded him of where and when they'd been together, the laughter, the long talks late at night, the way they'd resolved disputes with kisses and lingering touches — and usually in bed. The memories hurt. He returned to the chair in the dark corner to wait.

Addison Case had once been the most cheerfully open and forgiving woman Ry had ever met. Not anymore. Her anger was so deep, a scar ingrained in the fiber of her being, he knew unequivocally she was not going to be happy to see him.

Keeping an eye on the monitors, he watched their progress as they strolled leisurely through the salon. Darshi murmured sweet nothings in her ear, making her laugh as they headed for the stairs leading down to the lower deck.

"You've seen that she's safely on board, dickwad." Ry's jaw clenched so hard, if it were glass it would've shattered into a million shards. "Now bugger off."

Their images moved from one security feed to the next. They were a handsome couple. The same height. Addy wore her usual five-inch heels — he winced at what those heels were doing to his teak deck — so her head was on the same level as the good old prince.

Blue blood, rich as Croesus. The man looked just like you'd imagine a prince would look. Dark and swarthy, the guy was too pretty, too well dressed. Too rich. Too fucking here.

Ry couldn't take any more. His entire body felt as taut as a bowstring as he flipped off the small monitors. He didn't need to see them say good night. Just goodbye.

Braced to see if Addy planned on bringing the man to her bed to finish off the evening, Ry straightened in the chair, drawing his long legs in, ready to stand again. Only the light beside the bed across the room cast a rosy glow over the cream-and-gold comforter and piled pillows, the jumble of silks and gleaming satins, the lace and chiffon. The rest of the room, and the chair in which he sat, were thrown into the velvety, Addy-scented shadows.

In his mind's eye, Ry saw them traversing the gracefully curved staircase as his heartbeat pounded like a metronome with each footstep. He imagined them walking in step, side by side, in the narrow corridor. With a flip of the switch he could watch them in real time, but his jangled nerves couldn't handle it anymore.

The heavy cabin door opened right on time, placing her in a wedge of golden light from the corridor. Rydell's heart double-clutched. The low-light images on the monitor hadn't done her justice after all. The reality of Addy, in the flesh, shocked him. God, he'd forgotten how beautiful she was. The heavily beaded gown swirled around her feet as if she were floating on creamy clouds. Lit from within, her skin seemed to glow.


Every atom in his body leaned forward as if magnetized. Electrified. His skin hurt, he wanted to touch her so badly.

"That was fun, Naveen, thanks." Addison's naturally husky voice traveled through bone and tissue to resonate deep inside Ry. His nails scored the fine fabric on the chair's arm.

God he'd missed her.

"Night," she told Darshi, who lingered hopefully at the doorway. "See you in a couple of days." Shutting the door in his face, she turned, the beadwork on the dress picking up the lamplight. "Shit. Shit. Shit," she muttered under her breath as she slipped the slender straps off her shoulders. The weight of the dress and gravity made it drift to the floor and left her in nothing but a barely there thong, fuck-me heels, and two flowery pasties over her nipples.

If his life depended on it, Ry couldn't move. He couldn't even breathe. She was all sleek golden skin and gentle curves. Perfect as the day he married her, as if nothing bad had ever happened. The pain in his chest ratcheted up another excruciating notch.

Stepping out of the pool of fabric, she started to cross the room, headed for the bathroom.

Freezing for a second as if she sensed him sitting in the shadows, she backed up, grabbed the crystal lamp from beside the bed, and held it aloft. The cord yanked out of the wall as she approached him, the cabin plunged into inky darkness, "Who the hell are you and how did you get into my cabin?"

No maidenly shrieks of terror. Fearless, still wearing her shoes but stark naked, she walked toward him. Ry got to his feet. "It's counterproductive to leave yourself in the dark with an intruder inside the room."

"I'm armed! Don't come any cl — Rydell?"

"Addy." Ry reached over to click on the light beside his chair as he drank her in.

She tossed the crystal lamp on the bed. Addy didn't hurry, or fumble to cover her nudity. Merely backtracked, dipped her knees, and shimmied back into the gown, all while giving him the stink eye. He'd never met a woman with more self-confidence. It was a hell of a turn-on. Even now when her anger was palpable.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she demanded, adjusting the slender strap on her shoulder. Glossy, more-gold-than-red hair draped cape-like around her shoulders and trailed tantalizingly over her breasts. The strands would smell intoxicatingly of gardenias and feel heavy and cool, like expensive Chinese silk, draped across his body.

"You didn't take my calls," Rydell pointed out, drinking his fill while he had the chance.

Cocktail-olive-green eyes narrowed. "I have a restraining order against you."

"Only in the UK."

"Don't split hairs. It's the spirit of the law."

"I need Tesoro Mio."

"My ship."

"Technically, half."

"No. You have Sea Dragon. I have Tesoro Mio, and never the twain shall meet."

Yeah, her lawyers had enjoyed that little bit of negotiation. Rydell hadn't fought Addy getting her hands on his dream ship. He'd instructed his lawyers to make it quick and give her anything she wanted.

She'd taken his dreams. All of them. "Sea Dragon was hijacked."

She shook her head, creating a small breeze of gardenia. "No way. You'd never allow that to happen. What's really going on, Rydell?"

"Sea Dragon was in port. Nicaragua. North Pacific. Went into town. Came back, the ship was gone."

"My God." She rested her hand at the base of her throat. "You're serious. The crew?"

His crew — those remaining on board — were found piled up like cordwood on the docks behind a fishing boat. The memory still made him want to puke with a combo of sympathy and pure, unadulterated, impotent rage. "Everyone on board was killed."

She started to reach out a hand, then thought better of it and dropped her arm to her side. "I'm so sorry. Was it the Cutters?"

"No. As much as I'd like to stick this on one of them, it was apparently a bunch of terrorists doing a con near Peru. The ship was expendable and was blown up in the process."

"Did the authorities find the bastards?"

Ry shook his head.

"That's a hell of a financial loss, Rydell."

That was the understatement of the century. "Yeah, big time." That was just the second sucker punch. They'd kept on coming.

Removing an earring, she held it in her palm, gaze steady. "You were insured, of course."

"Self-insured. The cost of premiums for salvage ships operating in waters subject to terrorist and pirate attack are astronomical. But then you already know that." He paid the premiums for Tesoro Mio.

Ry's heart hurt badly enough that he thought he might be having a heart attack. Wouldn't that be in-fucking-convenient right now? He'd thought — hoped — that seeing her again, after more than a year, would lessen her impact on him, would stop the constant ache. He'd hoped that his memory of her was exaggerated by his hurt and anger over what she'd done.

But no. She was more achingly beautiful than he remembered, and her impact on him was more severe than he could ever have imagined. It didn't matter that what she'd done was unforgivable. He still wanted her with an intensity that made his jaw hurt; made his chest feel as though his heart were being cut out with a rusty knife.

Shoving his fingertips in the front pockets of his jeans helped him not reach out to touch her. The familiar scent of her filled his senses and fogged his mind. Neither of which he could afford to indulge in when his life was going to hell in a fucking handbasket.


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sportochick More than 1 year ago
Wow sometimes mothers are just plain too much to deal with.... this book is full of hidden agendas, misunderstandings, lost love, and intrigue. For leading men, Rydell is on the top of my list. He's intense, broken, deeply in love, and struggling to win back the only woman he will ever love. There is an intensity to his personal story and how he goes about rectifying mistakes that are intentional and unintentional. I loved how focused he was on saving his company and getting his ex back. I heard about him in Stormchaser (Cutter Cay #4) and was curious about his story. As far as leading ladies go, I'll be honest here and say that I really didn't like Addison even though I understood her hurts. There was such a hardness in her that I couldn't understand. Towards the end of the book I finally connected with her and I was thrilled with how quickly she understood what happened to end her marriage and how she confronted everyone involved to find her personal resolution. Then I got to see the amazing women Rydell loved. the author did an outstanding job in this character both in the beginning and end of the book. This book was filled with many twists and turns and because of the personal interaction between Rydell and Addison I give this 4 STARS. Received an advance reader copy in exchange for a fair review.
Cheryl-S More than 1 year ago
This is book 5 in the Cutter Cay series and it features Rydell and Abby Case. Their attraction was undeniable and explosive, even after not seeing each other for over a year. Divorced. Caused by circumstances beyond their control. The twists and turns in this story are CRAZY! I never expected the HUGE plot twist! This is a genius story line with fabulous well-developed characters. I expect nothing less from this amazing author. From beginning to end I was on the edge of my seat. I rooted for Ry until the end! I definitely look forward to whatever is next from Cherry Adair.
ReadingInPajamas More than 1 year ago
Review: HURRICANE (Cutter Cay) by Cherry Adair Publication Date: April 4, 2017 Genre: Romantic Suspense Reviewed by: Reading in Pajamas/ Donna Rated 5 Stars This book is filled with on-sea daring-do, heart-wrenching recovery from loss and sizzling hot romance. I couldn’t read fast enough! At first I couldn’t bond with Addy. I just couldn’t figure out why she fought the rekindling romance with Ry, then it became clear and I got misty eyed. Art thieves, pirates, treasure hunting – what a fun ride! *Review copy provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
gigiluvsbooks More than 1 year ago
Rydell Case’s ship is his home, his heart, and his reason for being. After his ex-wife left him—taking his brand-new megayacht, Tesoro Mio with her—she sailed off with a royal billionaire and out of his life forever. Now Ry spends his days searching for treasure—until his ship is hijacked. With the prospect of his salvage business tanking, he needs both the ship and his ex back—if only she didn’t despise him more than any man on earth. . . When Addison D’Marco boards Tesoro Mio to find her ex-husband in her cabin, she’s furious. Ry is more handsome, more annoying, and more determined than ever. Addy can’t believe he has the nerve to demand the ship back after the way he broke her heart. With her fiancé about to board, she doesn’t want Ry back in her life to ignite painful memories and never- forgotten desires. But could it be that, amid troubled waters, Addy and Ry can salvage what they once had and have a second chance at love. . .or does fate have something else in store? Review: For being an action romance, there was a lot of emotional punch in this story. I really liked Addy and Ry and really felt so sorry for them for their loss, not just their daughter but each other. Then to find out the betrayal that kept them apart. I did find the ending very satisfying, though a bit rushed compared to the rest of the book. Of course there was action and adventure. Even though they were after a salvage it took a back seat to the other intrigue going on. I know that may not make a lot of sense, but it would give away some spoilers other wise. This could be read as a stand alone, in case you read them out of order. 4Stars *I voluntarily read an advance reader copy of this book provided by the publisher.*
Lorizen More than 1 year ago
I wasn't sure what I was getting into when I started this book after book 4 either. Ry wasn't exactly the nicest guy and so I was prepared for just about anything. I wasn't prepared for her highness Addison and her attitude despite what she thought she deserved. Pfft. I liked Ry in this book and all the intrigue and drama kept me glued to the pages. Ry's had a rough go and is willing to do anything to get what he needs, even if it means dealing with Addison and her LV baggage. Yup there was steam a plenty, intrigue and suspense and a couple of times I held my breath in this one. Summing it up, I loved it. I'm going to back up and read the first three. Cherry is a great writer and really knows how to keep us flipping those pages. **arc from NetGalley and Publisher in exchange for a fair review**
CelticDragonBookReviews More than 1 year ago
Addison (Addy) and Rydell have been divorced for a year when he "hijacks" their megayacht Tesoro Mio. Rydell desperately needs to get to a dive site and recover coins from a shipwreck before the Cutters get wind of it. I wasn't sure what to expect with this book. I read Stormchaser but it wasn't for me. But this book grabbed my attention in the first chapter. It's a great 2nd chance romance with really great characters. I fell in love with Ry.. I really couldn't figure how Addy could've let him go so easily. He is hardworking, ambitious, dedicated and sexy as all get out. That said, her character eventually did evolve into someone I could sympathize with and like. I haven't read the first 3 books, I'm not sure I will. But this book was really good. I actually got a book hangover. The emotional parts really got to me. It was as if I was right there in the cabin with them. I received a special copy of this book for my honest opinion.
MBurton More than 1 year ago
I would recommend reading this series in order. I started with book 4 a couple weeks ago and I was confused enough that I didn't enjoy the story as much as I think I would have if I'd had that background. I already had this book in my possession so I went ahead and read this book next and I enjoyed this one way more. I'm still confused about the animosity between Rydell and the Cutters, but that was the only piece of information I felt was missing in this book and didn't hamper my overall enjoyment of Rydell and Addison's story. That being said, their story was heartbreaking. They lost a baby to SIDS and due to manipulations from others, lost their marriage as well. In the beginning I didn't know if I should be hating Rydell or Addison. The more information I gained with each chapter I realized things weren't as they seemed. I can say this story had me much more invested in these two and finding out what really happened and how they were going to repair all that damage. The plot twist towards the end was exciting and overall, this was a great read! Arc provided by Netgalley.
Bette313 More than 1 year ago
I must say I'm glad I gave this one a chance because I enjoyed it so much more than the last book I read in this series. In this one Rydell Case wants a chance to win his wife back. Working hard towards that end he finds himself in an immense amount of trouble. His company is failing and now his ship has been hijacked. There's only one place to turn. His ex wife Addison D'Marco. There will definitely be stormy seas ahead. This one has lots of adventure and some super steamy sexy times making it a very good read. I would definitely recommend it.
CathyGeha More than 1 year ago
Hurricane by Cherry Adair Cutter Bay #5 Treasure to be salvaged from under the sea, a salvage boat required to do the salvaging, pirates to defend against, black market art buyers and the thieves providing them canvases…well…and a second chance at love for Rydell “Ry” Case and Addison “Addy” D’Marco are just a few of the issues to be dealt with in this action-packed romantic suspense. In spite of what the Cutters had to say about Rydell Case in book four of this series I found him likable and a true alpha boyfriend. At first I thought that Addison was a spoiled rich girl unworthy of Ry but then as the story unfolded and truths came to light I really felt rather sorry for both Ry and Addy and wanted the many villains of this story to get their comeuppance – and most of them did. I am eager to see what will happen in book six of the series. Thank you to NetGalley and St. Martin’s Press for the ARC – This is my honest review. 4 Stars