Tag: J.D. Robb

Leverage in Death – J.D. Robb

Thou shalt not kill. Paul Rogan didn’t consider himself a religious man, but that commandment played over and over in his head as he stepped into the lobby. As his wing tips clicked on the polished marble floor, those four words beat inside him. As he’d done every weekday morning for eleven years—minus holidays, sick […]

Indulgence in Death – J.D. Robb

THE ROAD WAS A KILLER, HARDLY WIDER THAN a decent stream of spit and snaking like a cobra between giant bushes loaded with strange flowers that resembled drops of blood. She had to remind herself that the trip had been her idea—love was another killer—but how could she have known driving in western Ireland meant […]

Immortal in Death – J.D. Robb

Getting married was murder. Eve wasn’t sure how it had happened in the first place. She was a cop, for God’s sake. Throughout her ten years on the force, she’d firmly believed cops should stay single, unencumbered, and focused utterly on the job. It was insane to believe one person could split time, energy, and […]

Golden in Death – J.D. Robb

Dr. Kent Abner began the day of his death comfortable and content. Following the habit of his day off, he kissed his husband of thirty-seven years off to work, then settled down in his robe with another cup of coffee, a crossword challenge on his PPC, and Mozart’s The Magic Flute on his entertainment unit. […]

Glory in Death – J.D. Robb

The dead were her business. She lived with them, worked with them, studied them. She dreamed of them. And because that didn’t seem to be enough, in some deep, secret chamber of her heart, she mourned for them. A decade as a cop had toughened her, given her a cold, clinical, and often cynical eye […]

Echoes in Death – J.D. Robb

Was she dead? She felt like a ghost, untethered and insubstantial. Was she floating? Everything around her seemed blurred, faded, and unimportant. Maybe she was blurred, faded, and unimportant while the world moved around her full of color she couldn’t see, sound she couldn’t hear. If so, death was the same as life. What difference […]

Dark in Death – J.D. Robb

On the mega screen bloody murder played out in classic black and white for an audience of one hundred and seven. With the sharp screech of violins, violas, and cellos that number dropped by one. Unlike the character of Marion Crane, Chanel Rylan didn’t scream or flail at the shock of violent death. In row […]

Connections in Death – J.D. Robb

The legalized torture of socializing lined right up to premeditated murder when you added the requirement of fancy shoes. That was Lieutenant Eve Dallas’s stand on it, and she should know. She was a murder cop in fancy shoes about to socialize. Moreover . . . Whoever decreed that fancy shoes for females required sky-high […]

Vendetta in Death – J.D. Robb

He needed killing. She’d researched, studied, planned the who, when, how, and why for more than a year, and had chosen Nigel B. McEnroy to be the first. At forty-three, he had a wife of eleven years, two children—both girls, ages nine and six. He had, over the course of eighteen years, built his own […]

Secrets in Death – J.D. Robb

It wouldn’t kill her. Probably wouldn’t kill her. Eyebrows knit together beneath a snowflake cap, Lieutenant Eve Dallas strode through the flood of people on the crowded sidewalk with thoughts nearly as bitter as the February wind. She’d rather be back in her vehicle and driving home through the jam of other vehicles. Down to […]

Rapture in Death – J.D. Robb

The alley was dark and stank of piss and vomit. It was home for quick-footed rats and the bony, hungry-eyed felines who hunted them. Red eyes glinted in the dark, some of them human, all of them feral. Eve’s heart tripped lightly as she slipped into the fetid, damp-edged shadows. He’d gone in, she was […]

New York to Dallas – J.D. Robb

While a late-summer storm bashed against her single skinny window, Lieutenant Eve Dallas wished for murder. As far as she could see, a good, bloody killing was the only thing that would save her from the torture of paperwork stacked like the Alps on her desk at Cop Central. Her own fault, no question, but […]

Naked in Death – J.D. Robb

She woke in the dark. Through the slats on the window shades, the first murky hint of dawn slipped, slanting shadowy bars over the bed. It was like waking in a cell. For a moment she simply lay there, shuddering, imprisoned, while the dream faded. After ten years on the force, Eve still had dreams. […]


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