Showing results for "The Drop" in Romantic Suspense

Ein erhängtes Einhorn auf dem Shirt, ansonsten trägt sie nur einen schwarzen Slip. Ein riesiger Sensenmann bedeckt ihren linken Oberschenkel. Ihre Füße stecken in derben Stiefeln, einer davon zerdrückt langsam die Kehle des Mannes auf dem Boden vor ihr. Ihre Haut zieren mehr Tattoos als meine. Ihre Locken sehen aus, als wäre sie gerade aus dem Bett gefallen. Die Schrotflinte in ihren Händen zielt direkt auf mich. Wenn sie das ernst meint, ist sie noch irrer als ich. Ich glaube, das gefällt mir, meinem Schwanz gefällt sie auf jeden Fall. Trotzdem ist das gerade ein echt schlechter Zeitpunkt.

For Olivia Sullivan, love is more a curse word than a sentiment. Growing up as the daughter of a small town mortician, guys didn't warm to the fact there were dead people in her house. At thirty, taking over the family business and becoming the town Coroner helped to cement her undateable status. Of course her past sex history didn't help matters either.

Things are going well for Emma Frost for once. She has a sweet boyfriend and has just finished a new book. Her daughter, Maya, is doing well in high school and even Victor is thriving and playing with his new best friend, the strange girl who fell from the sky. But soon, a murder shocks the island of Fanoe when a woman is found dead in her bed with no apparent signs of having been killed. But as they find out she died by drowning, and more deaths like it begin to occur around the peaceful island, Emma once again finds herself following signs that lead to her own front door.

After a risk is taken and a confession is made, one relationship heats up while another hangs in the balance. When everything rests on shaky ground, we find the stability we need tangled up in each other. Guards are let down and trust is repaired, but all vulnerability comes with a side of weakness. And the betrayal that hits us is one we never saw coming. Revenge is a dangerous game, especially when fueled by jealousy. We’ll do whatever it takes to protect our own, even if it means seeking help from unlikely sources.

All I’ve ever known is the Guild. They clothed me, fed me, raised me. They trained me. And in return I became their perfect weapon, their loyal soldier, their deadly asset. For as long as I can remember, the Guild has been my life. But now, it’s about to become my death. Not everyone is cut out to be a mercenary. I’ve watched countless colleagues fail in their missions and pay the ultimate price. I’ve watched peers lose their minds with the weight of the work we do, and pay with their lives to keep our secrets. I never thought I would become one of them.

The fifth sassy and irresistible entry in the Debutante Dropout series finds Andy Kendricks uncovering more than just the beauty secrets of Dallas high society … They call them ""pretty parties,"" and they're the latest rage among Dallas debutantes—get-togethers with light refreshments...