検索キーワード： 著者 "Renee Jones" すべてのカテゴリー

He loved only one, but he was never what she needed, never the right man for her. The best thing he ever did was walk away from Layla before he destroyed her life. Proven over and over again, most recently when he ended up tricked by his own government into taking an "immunization" that turned him into something not quite human, a super soldier, a GTECH.

Lilah's enemies love to taunt her. For some reason, they don't seem to understand how much such things amuse her. For the first time, she faces an opponent just as cold, and highly calculated. Lilah. Ghost. A battle between killers.

I have plenty of reasons to dislike the ridiculously good-looking, arrogant Ethan Dalton, who did my father wrong, and I'd do anything for the chance to tell the billionaire that to his face. So when I'm selected to attend Moore's Department Stores' annual conference in Hawaii, with an invitation to submit my designs, the last person I expect to see is Ethan. I had no idea he was on the board, and despite the fact that he won't know who I am, I'm in avoidance mode, and failing.

When the enemy is pushed to the edge, they burn your house down. But a house is just a wall. The only home Damion has ever known is Alana. And his enemy's end will not be gentle. He will do whatever he has to do to end this story with Alana on the Wall Street throne next to him.

The enemy who seduced me tore my heart apart and then chased me down to do it again now wants to bargain with me. Ethan Dalton is filthy rich, arrogant, and the man who crushed my father's hopes of saving his business. He's also gorgeous, a master of seduction, and charming. He wants something from me, and the bargain he offers is life changing, but there's one catch, at least from my perspective. I'm falling for him, and falling hard, but he doesn't have to know. He's not that forever guy. 

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.