It Girl: Madison Taylor-PruittMission: Infiltrate a multimillion-dollar company to spy on the CEO and suspected killer - her father!The whistleblower who died before she could expose a scandal at Pruitt & Pruitt was Madison's best friend - and her father's trophy girlfriend. It'll take more than ...
For ten years, the Suicide King murder case was considered closed. then technology caught up to a previously untestable piece of evidence: a trace of DNA. Ordinarily, criminalist Billie Quinn would dispassionately analyze the evidence and report the results. But this case defied ordinary. The Sui...
I'm Lily, a New York newspaper columnist, mother of two, divorcee of one and partner in crime to Michael, English professor, novelist and best friend extraordinaire. We've been friends forever -- well, since I nearly burned down our apartment building while trying to cook. Michael and I have weat...
The next morning, at 7:00 a.m., Lewis stood next to me ready to take a swab sample of the inside of my cheek for the DNA testing. I dutifully opened my mouth.After Lewis was finished, he labeled everything. The lab was silent, and as usual it was just the two of us.“Wilhelmina, I have something t...
—A. Harry rapped gently on my door. “Come out, Calliope. You need to eat something.” “Please go away, Harry.” I sniffled. I rolled onto my side and pulled the pillow into my stomach. “None of this changes how much she loved you, Calliope. She doted on you. It doesn’t change how much Gabe and I ...
I wake up. Aphrodite is next to me, asleep. Even in slumber, I notice how exquisite she is—whereas Annie tells me when I sleep I sometimes snore and occasionally drool. Aphrodite’s lips form a perfect bow, her eyebrows are an elegant arch. Her skin is flawless. I realize now that she’s ageless. I...
from my ears through his sleight of hand, I told Di I was going to treat her to a night out at a little French bistro on the Upper East Side. I opened Teddi’s, cooked for the lunch crowd, and then handed off the kitchen to Leon. Quinn was, of course, with those Irish-Italian movie star looks of h...
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A bottle of wine, a wheel of brie and crackers sat on the glass coffee table. Al Green drifted through the speakers.“Do you believe in ghosts?” Kate asked, hoping Mal didn’t think she’d finally lost it. She was avoiding her apartment. Avoiding the voice.“Once, after Charlie died,” Mal said quietl...
Not even a hint of one. It’s not that I care that the ozone layer has a hole in it the size of China. I could give a shit about SPFs and suntan lotion. When I do venture out in the sun on that rare occasion, I watch my freckles multiply like rabbits on fertility drugs. But I like my freckles, so ...