By J. D. Robb
#1 New York Times bestselling writer J.D. Robb understands that a few roles are to die for...
Lieutenant Eve Dallas is not any celebration woman, yet she's dealing with to have a pretty sturdy time on the celebrity-packed bash celebrating The Icove schedule, a movie according to certainly one of her well-known circumstances. It's a bit spooky seeing the actress enjoying her, who appears to be like as if she may be her long-lost dual. no longer as unsettling, notwithstanding, as seeing the actress who performs Peabody—drowned within the lap pool at the roof of the director's luxurious building.
Talented yet impolite and broadly disliked, K.T. Harris made an embarrassing scene in the course of dinner. Now she's on the middle of a criminal offense scene—and Eve is greater than able to get out of her excessive heels and strap on her holster to step into the position she used to be born to play: cop.
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For a second she thought about how odd that remark sounded, but the fog in her brain kept her from focusing on the strangeness. His fingers traced spirals on the back of her neck. His tongue flicked at the corners of her mouth, never settling long enough for her to retaliate. Chills and flames chased each other up and down her body. Now the hand that chained hers began teasing tender spots on the inside of her wrist, places she'd never imagined as erogenous zones. He seemed to be feeling her pulse, the way she had tried to feel his.
You caught me off guard—took advantage—" Aware of the hot flush on her cheeks, she wanted to hide from his heavy-lidded gaze. " "Really? " "How should I know? I don't know you, and I don't have the slightest idea what you're up to. " Max's politely blank stare implied that her rant was too far-fetched to bother answering. " Using the couch as a support, Linnet pulled herself to her feet. "Come on, do you think I'm that dumb? " Her head swam. " He caught her elbow as she stumbled. " The room whirled when she took a step.
Max couldn't have any personal interest in her. He had to concentrate on finding his brother's killer. Just as she ought to keep her mind on Deanna, not on erotic fantasies. In fresh shorts and blouse, with the ankh pendant again in place around her neck, she peeked through the half-open door. Max lay on his back with the sheet drawn up to midchest. His eyes were closed. Could he be asleep already? Linnet tiptoed into the bedroom and flipped through the guest services directory. She ordered a sandwich—chicken salad, surely bland enough for anyone—and a diet cola.