Je pourrais croire que l'on m'a tout volé. Qu'il n'y a plus rien à perdre. Ce serait une erreur. Ma meilleure amie a été enlevée. Je me retrouve captive à mon tour. Ce que je prenais pour un trafic de drogue à grande échelle dirigé par l'homme qui a tué mon père s'avère dix fois plus atroce. Je suis prise au piège. Ma meilleure amie est peut-être morte. Et Mark n'a pas la moindre idée de l'endroit o me trouver. Mes ravisseurs...

When a mysterious job offer brings Carrie Myerson back to the town where her father was set up for a federal crime, she returns-to face a past more dangerous than she ever imagined. And a love more passionate than she ever dreamed. Drug crimes, kidnappings, set-ups and betrayal all unfold as Carrie and her ex-boyfriend, local police officer Mark Paulson, untangle the complicated web of deceit at the heart of her past. Nothing is what it seems....

The son and stepdaughter of rival drug dealers, Chase Halloway and Allie Boden know the odds are stacked against them, but love doesn't care about odds. Love only wants to find a way. Chase Halloway knows he'll take over his father's empire when old Galt Halloway's done, but he has dreams. Plans that have nothing to do with the drug ring his father's so carefully built since Chase's mom died years ago. Untamed and unmoored, when he sees Allie for...

How do I prove a negative? I need to prove Jane is innocent, despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary. Mirrors, smoke, and lies can conjure a truth that isn't real. Money, bribes, and power can twist reality. What we call proof is all an elaborate magic act. So is love. How do you prove you're in love? How can you know with unrelenting certainty that the person you can't live without really loves you? It's all about what you believe. Who...

It's not against any formal rule for us to sleep together. It is, however, strictly forbidden to have feelings for each other. I can't do one without the other at this point. Which means I am doomed. When you don’t know who you can trust, reality distorts. It twists and oozes, disintegrating and reformulating to meet whatever needs its masters demand. Just like me. Just like Kina. Except everything is different now that we know who we really are....

When you're born without a trace, no one knows you're a weapon. I lie for her. I hunt for her. I kill for her. And above all, I betray my mission for her. She doesn't know why. She doesn't care why. I do. Treason comes in many forms. Love is one of them. Our training taught me to be a sociopath. A machine. A pawn. Nothing more than a tool for a larger goal, without attachments or feelings. Our teachers forgot one important detail: Pawns...

I did it. I admit it. I fell in love with Silas. My bodyguard. My protector. My new informant. We're playing a cat-and-mouse game. I'm not sure whether I'm the cat or the mouse, but I can definitely tell I'm in a trap. A trap with no way out. I'm not who everyone thought I was. The truth is out there, finally turning the lie about me inside out. I am the shameless little lie. It's finally been revealed, and now even more people want to kill me. As...

It all started with the bereavement flowers with my name on them. Not the best way to wake up, right? I work in a flower shop. I know a funeral arrangement when I see one. I know a killer when I see one, too. And one is standing in my hospital room right now, straight behind the man who saved my life. I can't tell anyone the truth, because that's the fastest way to really die. So I do the next best thing. I "lose" my memory. I fake my amnesia. Pretending...

Everything I know about my life is a lie. The more I dig into my father's death the more I find myself in peril. Mark turns out to be a liar, someone I thought I could trust. He's not what he seems, and worst of all, a part of me can't let go. My boss might be an international drug lord disguised as a dean at one of the top five universities in the country. Like anyone's going to believe me if I try to out him? But I can't help myself. I should...

Le père de Chase Halloway est à la tête d'Atlas, un cartel de drogue dirigé par un gang de motards qui terrorise la majeure partie de notre petite ville déserte. Mon beau-père se trouve être un trafiquant de drogue qui lui fait concurrence, et je suis pratiquement certaine qu'il a tué ma mère il y a deux ans. Je ne suis pas censée tomber amoureuse de Chase, il n'est d'ailleurs même pas censé savoir que j'existe. Mais lorsqu'il...