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Some call him friend or boss. Some call him husband or dad. Some call him son, even a favorite son. But the only title that matters to him is the one the media has given him: the Poet. A name he earned from the written words he leaves behind after he kills that are as dark and mysterious as the reason he chooses his victims. One word, two, three, a story in a poem, a secret that only Detective Samantha Jazz can solve. Because, he’s writing this story for her.

A necklace delivered to the wrong Allison: me. I'm the wrong Allison. That misplaced gift places a man in my path. A man who instantly consumes me and leads me down a path of dark secrets and intense passion. Dash Black is a famous, best-selling author, but also a man born into wealth and power. He owns everything around him, every room he enters. He owns me the moment I meet him. He seduces me oh so easily and reveals another side of myself I dared not expose. Until him. 

Damion West was the boy who stole my young heart and then broke it. That was a long time ago though and I'm not a girl susceptible to hot boys with big egos who just happen to kiss well anymore. He's the heir to West Enterprises, and notoriously loud on social media. Everyone knows Damion West. Just not like I do. But that's another story better left untold.

Tyler Hawk is a man with secrets and a dark past. A man who has known tragedy and betrayal. He wants for little, but what he wants is more power, a legacy that is his own, and not his father's. There are obstacles in his way, one of which is the scandal his father left behind and a will with certain demands. Behind the scenes he is a man on edge, and only one woman sees the truth hidden beneath his strong will and dominant rule. Bella is somehow demanding and submissive, fiery and yet sweet. She can give him everything he wants, she just doesn't know it.

Junior is back and stupider than ever. It's all of us and the nonsense is irritating. Of course, I have killers in front of me and all around me. I'm me. Kane is Kane. And both of us came by our bad habits honestly. We have crappy fathers. In other words, I push harmless Junior aside and head to a crime scene, and when I kneel beside the wealthy victim, I glance up to spy a painting that is pretty and one tone—red. When I inquire with the house manager about the artist, she can't remember who painted it, but she does know the name of the painting itself.

I'm the bastard child, son to the mistress, my father's backup heir to the Kingston empire. He sent me to Harvard. I left and became a Navy SEAL, but I'm back now, and I finished school on my own dime. I'm now the right-hand man to Grayson Bennett, the billionaire who runs the Bennett Empire. I'm now a few months from being a billionaire myself. I don't need my father's company or his love. My "brother" can have it. I will never go back there. I will never be the mistake my father made, the way he was the mistake my mother made.

Dirty rich one night stand. That's all it was supposed to be. He's the powerful attorney, now world-renowned after coming off the trial of a century which was publicized across the country. And I'm one of the reporters that sat in his courtroom. I watched him, studied him, got to know him from afar which isn't hard since I know his exact brand of confidence, arrogance, and wealth. I know his type. I've dated his type. Which is why when I happen to come face to face with him, when sparks fly and heat simmers between us, I know what happens if I say yes to Reese Summer.

They call him Umbrella Man because he makes it rain blood. He wants to play with Lilah Love. What he doesn't know is that Lilah is a killer too, and games just piss her off. The conclusion to the second duet in the Lilah Love series. Love Kills concludes where Love Me Dead left off.

Asher is a man who defines contradiction. A man who rebelled against his billionaire father by joining the underground club scene but then went on to become a Harvard graduate and a well-decorated Navy SEAL. And now, as a member of the elite Walk Security team, he's a chameleon who is as comfortable in a suit and tie as he is in a leather jacket. He's also a man who will never want just one woman. Until Sierra. She is beautiful, tough, and clearly running from someone or something. She tries to run from him, but Asher knows what he wants, and what he wants is her.

I believe that there is one person in this world that can both break us and make us whole. One person who can love us more than life can hurt us. With this comes deep, intense passion, and a burning connection. But in turn, that person can destroy us, cut us, make us bleed in ways no other ever could. They have power over us.

Tyler Hawk. A man who seems to have it all, except her. Bella. Beautiful, rebellious Bella. His employee. His best friend's sister. Now his father is dead, and the future of the family empire depends on him taking a wife. And there is only one woman he can dare act out this charade with-and that's her. A woman he trusts. A woman he burns for.

One touch can change everything though, and it did. The minute he showed back up in her life, all deals were off. He touched her and she melted. He promised her everything, and she wanted everything. The question is: is he her salvation or her destruction? Love. Hate. Passion. Danger. It's about to get hot in here.

Abbie swore that she was done with rich, powerful men. They've hurt her. They've hurt her mother, whom she will do anything to protect. She's done playing the submissive. She's ready to fight back. The problem is that Gabe Maxwell is one of those rich, powerful men, and he refuses to be ignored. He's in her path, and she can't seem to steer clear of him. He wants her. She wants him. But it's not that simple. There is more to her story, more than Gabe knows, but then, there is more to Gabe's story than Abbie knows, too.

He was dirty. That's how Priscilla met him. She was all about just how dirty he was and, in fact, had to be. Now, he's just plain bad. When you cross a man like Adrian Ramos, you find out just how bad he can be. Priscilla started out as an enemy, became a lover, and now, she is his obsession.

Royce Walker, a former FBI Agent, who's opened a private security firm with his brothers, has always had the hots for the prim, proper Assistant District Attorney, but considered her hands-off because of a family connection. However, when danger threatens Lauren, he isn't willing to stand by and watch her get hurt. Now the passion for survival is only rivaled by the passion burning between them. And that passion might just be the death of them both.

Lilah is back home after two weeks away from the big, bad beast that is New York City, and with Kane by her side. The minute the chopper touches down, her phone rings. It's a local medical examiner who has been stalking her online, but then, she soon learns, so is half the city. Seems an online forum has popped up to follow Lilah, her serial killer mentor, and her drug lord husband. Call Lilah irritated as Kane is no drug lord, despite the cartel's wishes that he follow in his father's footsteps, her mentor is dead, and no one knows but those who buried the body.

FBI agent Lilah Love leads a complicated life. She's engaged to Kane Mendez, a man most call dangerous, but hey birds of a feather, do flock together. She's dangerous, too, and in ways only Kane understands. As for their happily ever after, well that might have to wait. Right now, an old enemy who should be dead is still living, Junior, her mystery letter writer, is stirring up trouble, and her family is trying to prove they're crazier than her. On top of that she has a new case: a dead woman in a bloody wedding dress.

Women are dying. The killer wants to play a game with Lilah Love. Lilah doesn't play games, she doesn't submit to demands. The love of her life, her ex-lover that isn't so ex at all, Kane Mendez, knows that all too well, but like the hero or perhaps criminal that he is, he'll try to play the game for her. ​But this killer isn't playing with Kane, demanding Lilah step up or more blood will be shed. Lilah claims her role on the game board, and she'll do it to save lives, but she isn't happy. And when Lilah isn't happy, someone is going to die, all right, and it won't be her fault.

As an FBI profiler, it's Lilah Love's job to think like a killer. And she is very good at her job. When a series of murders surface - the victims all stripped naked and shot in the head - Lilah's instincts tell her it's the work of an assassin, not a serial killer. But when the case takes her back to her hometown in the Hamptons and a mysterious but unmistakable connection to her own life, all her assumptions are shaken to the core.

One. Two. Three. The cat is in the tree. As far as Lilah's concerned, her note writing stalker just gets more stupid everyday. One, two, three, the cat is in the tree? What is that? And what does it have to do with a wedding turned bloody?