Murder Girl, by Lisa Renee Jones – A Walk on the Wild Side

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Title: Murder Girl

Author: Lisa Renee Jones

Release Date: July 10, 2018

Series: Lilah Love #2

About Murder Girl

Murder Girl Book CoverNew York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones returns with the second book in her electrifying series featuring Lilah Love, an FBI profiler who doesn’t fight her dark side—she embraces it.

It’s Lilah Love’s job to inhabit a killer’s mind. The unapologetically tough FBI profiler is very comfortable there. But her latest case is making her head spin. It’s a string of brutal assassinations carried out across the country, each tied to a mysterious tattoo. Body by body, she’s followed the clues all the way back to her hometown. And every step of the way, the killer has been following her.

Here, beneath the glamour of the privileged Hamptons community, is a secret long buried but never forgotten. It’s bigger than Lilah. It’s powerful enough to escape the reach of the FBI. And it’s more personal than anyone can imagine. Because it’s hiding in Lilah’s own past. To fight it, she’s forced to turn to her lethally tempting ex, Kane Mendez. He’s an expert at bringing out Lilah’s darkest impulses. If she plans to survive, she’s going to need them.

**You MUST read book one, MURDER NOTES, in order to read this book.

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An Excerpt from Murder Girl

I enter the building and ignore the pretty brunette behind the triangle-shaped stone desk and head to the stairs.

“Excuse me,” she calls out, but I ignore her. Kane knows I’m coming. He has people watching me and this building. He knows I’m in the building by now. I don’t need “sweet thing” down there to announce me in yet another way. I’m at the top of the stairs before she finishes her fourth excuse me, which is now a bit louder, as if I just haven’t heard her the other three times. I turn down the hallway and walk toward the desk outside Kane’s office where Tabitha sits, minus any more originality today than the last time I was here. She’s still bleached blonde, with her fake, giant-ass boobs hanging out of a silk blouse with numerous buttons undone that turn it into a slut show that could have been professional.

I pass her without a word, approaching Kane’s double doors, when she says, “Drama follows you, Lilah Love.”

“No,” I say without looking at her. “Dead bodies follow me.” I glance over my shoulder at her. “You should remember that.”

And with that statement that really had no purpose other than it felt really damn good, I open Kane’s door.

I step inside Kane’s office and find him sitting behind his desk, just in time to hear him say, “She’s here,” into his intercom and then release the button.

With exaggerated drama that I reserve for moments when I want to be a smart-ass or simply announce my fucking presence, I use my body to shut the door, but I don’t hang out and wait for it to grow roots. I rotate and charge toward Kane and that King Mendez desk of his that he doesn’t get to use as shelter. By the time I round the wooden atrocity, he’s standing, towering over me in a charcoal suit and a purple shirt with black stripes and some sort of black-and-gray tie. It’s flashy, expensive, and works on him when it would not on nine out of ten other people. But then, while I keep a low profile—aside from the door drama, of course—and favor my black nondescript looks, his entire persona says “look at me” with the intended message of “I have nothing to hide.” A lie he tells the world and, after he drugged me to keep me from knowing what happened last night, apparently me.

We stand there for a beat or ten without words before he says, “Lilah,” and the very fact that he says it like sex is all it takes for me to snap.

I slap him in the face because my bare fist is too small to hurt him the way his jaw would hurt me. It’s also a disgrace to a man to be slapped, which is why one UFC fighter I’ve watched here and there does it to his opponents. And Kane is my opponent. He turns his head with the force of the blow, my palm stinging in the aftermath.

“Well now, beautiful,” he says, fixing me with a brown-eyed stare. “I know you like it rough, but is now the time? We both have questions we want answered.”

I slap him again, and this time he catches my wrist before I pull back. I try to slap him with my free hand, and he catches it as well, this time before contact. “You get two, not three.”

My gaze flicks to the handprint on his right cheek that matches the one on the left before I meet his stare and say, “Two was pretty damn satisfying.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about your stalker?” he demands, his question low, lethal, his anger banked just beneath the surface, while mine is the cherry on top of every lie he’s told me. “Because we both know that’s what we’re dealing with here,” he adds.

“Let go of me, Kane,” I bite out, my voice taut with impatience. No. Make that a desire to smack him again.

“After you tell me about your stalker and the notes.”

“Let go of me, Kane,” I repeat slowly, “or my next move will be a knee to your family jewels. And I promise you, it will be hard enough that neither of us will have to worry about our urge to fuck ever again.” My jaw sets hard, but he doesn’t release me. “You drugged me,” I remind him, “and then searched my house before leaving me with a gun that I was too drugged to use. So if you think I won’t do it—”

He releases me but doesn’t step back. “I didn’t leave you with a gun you couldn’t use. I kept you at my house until sunrise, and I left a team guarding your place, front and back. I protected you, like I always do.”

I don’t analyze why that makes me angrier. That’s for later. For now, there is this: “I’d pull my gun on you and back you off, Kane, but I swore the next time I did that, I’d shoot you. And I need information from you.”

“I’m all yours, beautiful,” he says, holding his hands out. “I always am.” He motions to the sitting area to his left and behind him. “Let’s sit and make this peaceful.”

“Peaceful, my ass,” I say.

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My Review of Murder Girl

Murder Girl (Lilah Love, #2)Murder Girl by Lisa Renee Jones
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

If you love mystery-thrillers with twists and turns that will leave you questioning everything and everyone, the Lilah Love series, by Lisa Renee Jones, is your perfect summer read. If you crave dark, seductive, alpha men pitted against smart, strong, capable heroines, Kane and Lilah will absolutely rock your world.

I can’t say enough about how much I love this intelligent, complex, seductive thriller. Murder Girl, as the heroine calls herself, is a force to be reckoned with – a take-no-prisoners, in-your-face heroine with a spine of stainless steel and the determination to overcome anything or anyone who gets in her way. She takes perverse delight in disrupting the high-society status quo, relentlessly pursuing an assassin whose next target might be Lilah herself. As the trail heats up, it becomes more and more apparent that all roads lead back to one night, and one dark secret, shared by Lilah and Kane. But it’s so much deeper than that, bigger than anything Lilah and Kane can begin to imagine – and so much more than I expected.

This novel – and this series – is truly unique in its complexity and depth. The characters are layered and authentic. The theme is all about trust: who has it, who deserves it, and who uses it as a tool to manipulate the unsuspecting masses. The threads of suspicion so cleverly woven throughout the story make it impossible to know who you can trust – other than the heroine – from start to finish (and even beyond, since the series will continue).

Lilah, Kane, and a cast of complicated secondary characters take you for a long, dangerous walk on the wild side down a narrow, treacherous ledge – the fine line between good and bad, right and wrong, truth and deception, light and darkness. It leaves you reeling with questions and grappling with feelings that will push your boundaries nearly to their limit, but also leave you wanting more.

This is not a stand-alone – you must read book one, Murder Notes, first. There are some very difficult scenes with violence that might be disturbing for some readers — but are dangerously addictive to fans of the dark romance, mystery-thriller genre. If you love complex, multi-dimensional characters and compelling storylines that will make you obsess over a series long after you close the book, give the Lilah Love series a chance to thrill you. It’s amazing.

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About Book One – Murder Notes

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New York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones’s heart-pounding thriller of a woman’s secrets—and a past that’s about to come out of hiding…

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.

Thrust into a troubled past she’s tried to shut the door on, Lilah’s back in the town where her father is mayor, her brother is police chief, and she has an intimate history with the local crime lord’s son, Kane Mendez. The two share a devastating secret, and only Kane understands Lilah’s own darkest impulses. As more corpses surface, so does a series of anonymous notes to Lilah, threatening to expose her. Is the killer someone in her own circle? And is she the next target?

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Meet Lisa Renee Jones

Lisa Renee Jones, Author of DenialNew York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT series.

In addition to the success of Lisa’s INSIDE OUT series, she has published many successful titles. The TALL, DARK AND DEADLY series and THE SECRET LIFE OF AMY BENSEN series, both spent several months on a combination of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling lists. Lisa is also the author of the bestselling WHITE LIES and LILAH LOVE series.

Prior to publishing, Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by the Dallas Women’s Magazine. In 1998 Lisa was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.

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Falling Under (Walker Security #3) by Lisa Renee Jones: New Release & Review

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FALLING UNDER

(WALKER SECURITY #3)

RELEASE DATE: JANUARY 23, 2018

BY BESTSELLING AUTHOR LISA RENEE JONES

About Falling Under

Front cover, Falling Under by Lisa Renee JonesA new sexy standalone from Lisa Renee Jones…

Ex-special forces, Jacob King, is a man who keeps to himself, having learned the hard way that letting people close to you, trusting them, might just get you killed. A lesson he learned when members of his Special Ops team turned dirty, while others, men he considered friends, died. He made them pay. He made them hurt. He put them in jail. And so he doesn’t trust anyone anymore. He keeps his women hot and fast, his friends few to none, and his clients through the elite Walker Security at a professional distance, but safe.

It works for him. Until it doesn’t.

His newest job should be simple and cut and dry. Jewel Carpenter, the daughter of the CEO of Carpenter Enterprises, is receiving death threats. He’s to protect her and find out who is issuing the treats.

Simple. Cut and Dry.

Until it’s not.

Until the chemistry between he and Jewel is all about love, hate, and sex. But even as he fights the attraction to Jewel and discovers there is more to her than meets the eye, the real threat comes not from the threats she’s receiving, but the connection she has to him. Because his past has come full circle, and those men he’s made pay for their sins now want him to pay. And what better way than the woman in his bed?

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EXCERPT

“Just to be clear,” he says, his voice low and rough. “I’m breaking every rule I own with you. I don’t fuck women I’m protecting.”

“You could hand me over to someone else,” I suggest, “and it won’t matter.”

“Not a chance in hell,” he says, his hand sliding under my hair to cup my neck. “We’ll break the rules together.”

“I’m not sure I like how you do ‘together’.”

“I’ll make sure you do,” he promises, his lips slanting over mine, and this time he kisses me like he owns me, like he wants to control me, and like I really am his, like I belong to him, and in this very moment, I can honestly say

I am. I want him, and I can’t get enough of him.

And how can it ever be enough when he’s this damn impossibly hot, and he’s such a damn good kisser. The way he makes me want his mouth on every part of me and the way he makes me want my mouth on every part of him. And so, there it is. I’m his, but I’m going to make damn sure he’s mine, too. I kiss him back as passionately as he’s kissing me. I meet him stroke for stroke, arching into him, telling him I am here and present, and I’m not even close to afraid of him or of this. He doesn’t get to control me. He isn’t making me do this. I control me, and I choose him and this.

Arching into him, his shoulder holster and mine are in the way, and I want them gone. I want him naked. Just to be certain that he knows that’s where I want this to go, my hand presses between us and I stroke the hard line of his shaft. He groans low in his throat, a sexy rough sound that tells me he gets the point. This isn’t his show. It’s ours. It’s us together, or there is no show, with or without our clothes on.

His reaction is to tear his mouth from mine, his lips lingering there though, as if he wants to kiss me again, and just when I would kiss him again, he leans away just enough to shrug out of his jacket. I take one step backward, and do the same with my blazer. I reach down and pull off my boots and he does the same. Next, we disconnect our shoulder holsters, and the truth is, it’s the first time I’ve ever been with a man who is probably more armed than me. That feels significant when it perhaps is not. He’s not a cop. He’s not that kind of career complication. He’s a Green-fucking-Beret, and one hell of a hot one, for that matter.

He sets his weapon on the couch and snags my hand, walking me toward him and taking my holster and weapon as he does. “Just making sure you don’t end up shooting me before this is over,” he says, setting it with his before shackling my hip.

“I told you I’ll wait until after the orgasms.”

“Careful,” he says, a hint of a smile on his lips again. “I might hold that orgasm and you captive.”

“You can try,” I say, but my head isn’t in the game in this moment, and somehow my hand is on his face, right by the almost smile, that seems to have complicated what should be sex, an escape, a way to pull back the emotions that umbrella stirred in me. That smile reminds me that Mr. Robot is his wall, his way to cope with death, with whatever makes him protect Jesse Marks.

He captures my hand. “What are you thinking?”

“That you have on too many clothes,” I say, before I let this go someplace emotional, somewhere that two people like us never want to go.

My hands press under his shirt, but he doesn’t immediately give me what I want. He studies me for several beats and then kisses me hard and fast. Too fast, but I get over it when he pulls his shirt off. He cups my face and kisses me, his hand sliding up my shirt, his touch fire that has me helping him pull my shirt over my head. Letting him drag me to him where he now sits on the couch. I straddle him, my bra somehow gone by the time I’m there. But my hands press to his shoulders, and I hold him at bay. “I will still arrest you if I need to,” I promise. “This doesn’t change that.”

“You aren’t going to arrest me any more than you hate me.” He glances down at my chest, his gaze a hot caress as it rakes over my breasts, my nipples, before his eyes meet mine. “Because you know I’m protecting you.”

I ignore the ache between my thighs. Or I try. “From what? The slayer or the Jesse Marks damage patrol?”

His hand slides between my shoulder blades and he molds my chest to his. “Do you really want to talk about Jesse Marks right now? Because if you ask me questions, I’m going to ask you questions when I’d much rather be inside you, giving you as many reasons as I can not to arrest me. But you pick. Conversation or fucking.”

“Both,” I say, because it’s the truth. I want answers and I want the conversation my emotions are having in my head to shut up. “Fucking first.” I push away from him and stand up, unbuttoning my pants, sliding them down my hips, and he watches me with that unreadable, robot expression that is admittedly sexy as hell. I press my lips to his and that’s all it takes.

We are crazy, hot, kissing, his hands on my breasts, my nipples, my neck. I can’t touch him enough. I can’t feel him enough, can’t get close enough, and that’s new to me. I don’t need anyone the way I feel I need this man. I don’t want to need anyone this much, but it’s too late. At least, right here, right now, I do. He rolls us to our sides, facing one another, the wide cushion of the couch more than holding us and the next kiss isn’t fast and frenzied. It’s long, drugging, and somewhere in the midst of his tongue stroking my tongue, I end up on my back with the heavy weight of him on top of me…

My Review of Falling Under

Falling Under: a Walker Security standalone novelFalling Under: a Walker Security standalone novel by Lisa Renee Jones
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Falling Under, a standalone Walker Security novel by favorite author Lisa Renee Jones, is probably my favorite of this now 3-book series, and it’s all about the characters.

Jacob King, or “Tin Man” as his Walker colleagues call him, is an alpha beast of a man; a stunningly handsome, foreboding former Green Beret who’s also a lethal assassin with dark, painful secrets that have come to define how he relates to the world around him. He’s smart, cunning, and dangerous, a man who thrives on the adrenaline rush that comes with the most potentially risky and life-threatening assignments; but, more than that, he’s a man who feels he has nothing to live for other than putting himself in mortal danger. It allows him to insulate himself from close relationships and avoid intimate ones altogether. Until he meets Jewel Carpenter.

Jewel – or Detective Carpenter as she prefers to be called – is a steely woman in a man’s world: the New York City police department. Following in her late uncle’s footsteps, Jewel has established herself as a savvy, fearless, street-smart investigator, aware that every case is an opportunity to prove herself equal to her masculine colleagues on the force; always needing to make her uncle proud. She prefers being alone, focused solely on the next arrest and conviction. Until she meets Jacob.

Jacob is hired to protect Jewel when threats from an unknown stalker place her life in danger. However, as you might expect, Jewel neither wants or thinks she needs his protection. He’s a distraction, a nuisance, a force to be reckoned with that she wants to hate, but can’t. She can, however, push every one of his buttons. Likewise, Jacob’s simple protection assignment is made nearly impossible as he is forced to fight with Jewel over every decision, every minute. The two of them together are like a wildfire approaching an oil refinery: Combustible. Explosive. And when the sparks that fly between them ignite, each is quickly overtaken by the flames of long-suppressed passion and all-consuming desire. It takes awhile, but it’s well worth the wait to see this alpha male and his alpha female counterpart struggle for control in a situation that’s anything but. Written in dual POV, the story tells itself in two distinct voices that will linger with you long after you finish reading.

Falling Under is suspenseful from start to finish. There are twists, turns, and misdirections galore in the search for Jewel’s enigmatic, clever, and unrelenting stalker. Even with the power of Walker Security at their disposal, it feels as if the stalker is always one step ahead, and one step closer to claiming victory. This sets up even more conflict between Jacob and Jewel as their decisions are now affected by their growing need for each other. This leads to a climax that is anything but expected and the reader is carried away, first by a sense of triumph and then by a powerful, palpable sense of loss. This is the first book in the series that brought me to tears. And it was totally worth it.

The pacing is perfect and the sex scenes are, as usual, erotically breath-taking and panty-melting, providing a break from the suspense and providing intimate insight into the needs and vulnerabilities of each primary character. The supporting cast of Walker brothers, wives, and colleagues from the previous books in the series provides a welcoming sense of relief–and hope–just when you need it most. You can’t help but feel a connection to the Walker clan, even if you start with this novel as a standalone. Although I think it might be more enjoyable if read in the series in order, you won’t miss anything significant if you start with this latest release. I guarantee you’ll be hooked to the point that you’ll want to one-click Deep Under and Pulled Under by the time you close the last page of this one.

If you’re in the mood to get lost in a romantic suspense novel, Falling Under, with its two feisty, kick-ass primary characters is like watching WWE with great sex. You might know how you think it will end, but it will keep you guessing–and spellbound–from beginning to end.

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Release Day! We Own Tonight, a Sexy New Standalone by Corinne Michaels

From New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author Corinne Michaels, comes We Own Tonight, a sexy new STANDALONE romance novel.

WE OWN TONIGHT is available now!

Front Cover, We Own TonightI’m not a one-night stand kind of woman. I’m especially not the woman who has a few drinks at a concert and ends up in bed with my childhood celebrity crush, Eli Walsh.

However, that’s exactly where I find myself.

What’s a girl to do after a drunken mistake? Run. I grab my clothes and get away from the powerful, irresistible, and best-sex-of-my-life superstar as fast as I can. His gorgeous green eyes, rock-hard body, and cocky smile have no place in my world. My life is complicated enough.

Someone forgot to tell him that.

Eli is relentless. Pushing his way into my heart, wearing me down, proving he’s nothing like I assumed, and everything I need. But when my world shatters to pieces, he holds the broken bits together. Unwillingly, I fall desperately in love with him.

He made me think we’d have forever . . . I should’ve listened when he said we could only own tonight.

 

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About Corinne Michaels

New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Corinne Michaels is the author of nine romance novels. She’s an emotional, witty, sarcastic, and fun loving mom of two beautiful children. Corinne is happily married to the man of her dreams and is a former Navy wife.

After spending months away from her husband while he was deployed, reading and writing were her escape from the loneliness. She enjoys putting her characters through intense heartbreak and finding a way to heal them through their struggles. Her stories are chock full of emotion, humor, and unrelenting love.

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