Guns and Roses (PI Julie Collins, Book 4.5)

Guns and Roses (PI Julie Collins, Book 4.5)

Allison Brennan, Lori G. Armstrong

Language: English

Pages: 429

ISBN: 2:00260692

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Murder She Writes presents a one-of-a-kind romantic suspense anthology with ten all-new, never-before-published short stories and novellas that promise thrills, chills, romance, intrigue, passion, danger, murder...and love. Penned by New York Times and award winning authors, some stories in this exclusive collection will make you laugh out loud while others will force you to sleep with the lights on.

The Haunted Abbot (Sister Fidelma, Book 12)

Trail of Dead (Scarlett Bernard, Book 2)

Death in a Cold Spring (Pitkirtly Mysteries, Book 9)

The Silkworm (Cormoran Strike, Book 2)

Never Love A Stranger

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

long and hard. I am aching to have him inside me. My fingers can’t unzip his wetsuit fast enough. He must feel the same way about mine because he strips it off me, too—first the left arm, then the right one—until it hangs low around my hips. With one yank he pulls it down around my ankles, but holds me steady so that I don’t stumble back onto the floor of the raft. After that little project, my string bikini is a piece of cake. He unties one side, then the other. As it begins its fall, a

victims before—on the streets, in the hospital, in the mirror. If I told her she was a fucking mess, she’d put up an impenetrable shield and deny it until Hell froze, giving me shit to work with to nail the devil who’d done this to her and four other women. What she needed was a long, hot shower followed by a long, hot soak in the bathtub with three bars of Irish Spring and a bottle of tequila—to clean and to forget. But it was my job to make sure she didn’t get that peace for the next few

weren’t.” My stomach fluttered in the way it did when I knew I had a key piece of evidence. “Keller wiped the phone.” “Someone wiped the phone,” Simone corrected. I rolled my eyes. She might have to play that game, I didn’t. “That’s good. Thanks.” I hung up and let out a long sigh. I hadn’t made a lot of friends on the job, so I appreciated the few I did have. Simone Charles was one of my favorite people, a dedicated criminologist with a sharp eye. And Phineas Ward, the lead supervisor at

had that number. “Hello?” “Selena, where have you been?” It was Joe. “I don’t understand.” “Get down to the station. Now.” “What happened?” “Keller was murdered.” Joe added a low voice, “No one could find you. I hope you have an alibi, because after yesterday…” He let his sentence trail off. I was so stunned into complete silence, trying to absorb two key facts. Keller was dead. Murdered. I needed an alibi. Joe asked me about an alibi. “Selena, are you there?” “Dead? He’s dead?” “Shot

there.” He buttoned the shirt, then snagged a silky red tie and pulled it around his neck. “Hang on, this’ll take a sec.” He produced more clothes from the back and threw open the car door to step out, standing next to the driver’s window and giving her a perfect view of his lower half as he… took off his jeans. “Mother of God,” she muttered, unable to look away. He wore black, tight boxer shorts, not the loose kind that old men wore and not the tighty-whities, either. These just fit perfectly,

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