After spending the night at a retreat dedicated to sensual pleasures, a woman finds herself at the center of a murder investigation in this edge-of-your-seat romantic thriller from New York Times–bestselling author Meryl Sawyer The wolf at the door of Claire Holt's Taos art gallery is Lobo, a dangerous hybrid of German shepherd and timber wolf belonging to Zach Coulter, the town's one-time bad boy. Now, instead of running from the law, he is the law. But the homicide-cop-turned-local-sheriff isn't there to rekindle an old flame. The body of Claire's business rival has been found at the Hideaway, an illicit club where drugs and sex are bartered in the midnight shadows. And Claire's wallet and an incriminating piece of intimate clothing have been discovered in the bungalow next to the crime scene. Claire has no alibi—or memory of that night. Did someone drug her to frame her for murder? Claire enlists Zach's...

She'd better run...Devon's used to a life on the run--when she entered the Witness Protection program, she had to give up her friends, her family...even her name. But now someone's cracked her FBI file and sent a hired killer after her, and Devon can't count on the Feds to protect her.She'd better hide...Now Devon's fighting to stay one step ahead of the crime lord who's after her, but she can't do it alone. Her neighbor, a security expert, is willing to help her...but is he her guardian angel, or working with the assassins chasing her? Devon has to decide, and soon...Because someone thinks she'd be better off dead.

A serial killer targets a relationship columnist in this mesmerizing tale of romantic suspense from New York Times bestselling–author Meryl Sawyer Dubbed the "Final Call Killer" because he strangles his victims with a telephone cord, Troy Avery is waiting for his next victim to come along. He's angry, vengeful, and unstoppable. Known as the "Love Doctor," Jessica Crawford is the San FranciscoHerald's popular relationship expert. Ironic, since her own love life is practically nonexistent, with the exception of a recent fling with an Adonis-like extreme surfer in Hawaii. Jessica has her own ideas about what drives the Final Call Killer to brutally strangle successful women and profiles him in her column. Hired by the Herald to cover the murders, investigative reporter Cole Rawlings isn't broadcasting his Kauai tryst with Jessica, but he's also not hiding his hard feelings toward her for the way she...

THE ICE QUEEN. THE LADY KILLER. A TROPICAL ISLAND PARADISE...Her cool disdain and measured judgements led men to call her icy. Judge Dana Hamilton could not afford to trust any man. Until the least trustworthy man of all stormed into her life. Rob Tagett, star reporter for the Honolulu Sun, a jet-haired, blue-eyed lady-killer, was her only chance to find and destroy the blackmailer who threatened her career...and her life. His own unsavory reputation and the scandal that had forced his resignation from the police force made them an unlikely couple- although Rob made his intentions clear from the start. ...THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS.They would pose as lovers, living together, sharing the same bed, as they vacationed in the private Hawaiian island paradise owned by the power broker who had reason to destroy them both. Suddenly Rob was her only hope. She had to choose -- between devastating secrets that tore them apart and passion she could no longer deny...

A woman's search for her half-sister forces her into an alliance with a sexy PI—and into the path of a killer waiting for the right moment to strike—in Meryl Sawyer's captivating tale of romantic suspense South Beach isn't far from Coral Gables, but to Taylor Maxwell, it's a world away from the place where she was born and raised. Yet nothing, not even the tall, dark, and handsome man who just moved in across the courtyard, can distract her from her problems. Her terminally ill mother just dropped a bombshell: Taylor has an older sister who was given up for adoption thirty years ago, and Taylor's mother has hired a security firm to find her. Enter Taylor's sexy neighbor, PI Shane Donovan who just got a lead on the woman who could be Taylor's long-lost sibling. Taylor and Shane track her down in New Orleans, but with the family's multimillion-dollar cosmetics company at stake, the Maxwells want the woman in question to undergo a DNA...

In the secluded guesthouse of a lavish California estate, Whitney Marshall has finally found a refuge...a place to heal after the painful end of her marriage. Until her newfound peace is shattered by the arrival of the property's distractingly handsome heir, Adam Hunter--and she finds herself drawn into a deadly game of danger and desire.Adam Hunter needs Whitney's help to prove that his uncle--the estate's original owner--was murdered. But as the two begin begin to unearth the truth about Cal Hunter's shadowy past, it's Whitney's own life that is suddenly on the line. Because someone someone nearby thinks she knows too much...

How do you stop a killer when everyone thinks you're dead? When Newport Beach heiress Hayley Fordham heads to Costa Rica on an art commission, she has no idea she's narrowly escaped an assassin's car bomb. But before the paint's even dry on her mural, her stepsiblings have arranged her funeral and redivided the family trust. The fact that Hayley is still very much alive remains a secret to everyone but FBI investigator Ryan Hollister, who intercepts the victim returning home in the flesh. Ryan has zero tolerance for the pampered elite. But there's something about the complex Hayley that sets his blood racing. With evidence pointing to a Fordham family associate, Ryan needs her cooperation--and her closeness--more than he dares admit. Because now, especially now, he's prepared to risk anything to stop Hayley from being killed...again.

A Miami search and rescue expert and the ex–Navy SEAL she once loved reunite in Key West, plunging into a maze of secrets, lies, and cold-blooded murder Jennifer Whitmore is the last person Kyle Parker expects to see in his counterterrorism seminar. Fifteen years ago, she was the love of his life. Now a respected member of Miami's K-9 search and rescue unit, Jennifer is working undercover on an antiterrorism task force. She's crazy about her partner, Sadie, a droopy-eyed bloodhound. She's also engaged to another man. But when Jennifer and Kyle join forces to rescue a missing child, their passion reignites. But someone doesn't want the lovers to reconnect. When murder rocks the island and Jennifer becomes the prime suspect, Kyle must clear her name before violence claims another victim. Their search for the truth will drive them into a labyrinth of secrets and lies that has its twisted roots in Thunder Bay, an exclusive resort with a dark...

Madison Connelly is tired of lies--and betrayal. First her husband and business partner leaves her for another woman. Then Detective Paul Tanner arrives to tell her that the man she thought was her father isn't. Madison wants answers...answers about her past that someone is going to deadly lengths to keep hidden. Falling for Madison isn't in Paul's job description: find the girl, bring her to his employer, Wyatt Holbrook, the end. But as Madison bravely agrees to cross over a dangerous threshold into Holbrook's privileged, secretive world, she'll need more than Paul's growing attraction to keep her safe. Because she's about to be drawn deep into a complicated web of intrigue, deceit--and murder. From BooklistA serial killer is stalking the children of one-time sperm donor Wyatt Holbrook, a multibillionaire pharmaceutical developer who is dying of a rare liver disease and in desperate need of a transplant. When his acknowledged son and daughter are eliminated as suitable matches, Holbrook hires Tanner Security Solutions to track down his other offspring. The trouble is, someone else is already working his way down that same list, and Madison Connelly is the killer’s next target. Things could hardly get worse for Madison: her best friend has been murdered, her identity has been stolen, she is temporarily homeless, and her ex-husband wants to sell their Internet gaming business to the Cuban Mob. But with retired Miami detective Paul Tanner as Madison’s self-appointed bodyguard, things may not be so bleak after all. Bold pacing and a steamy love affair add to Sawyer’s nimble handling of a host of controversial issues, while her shrewd introduction of eccentric yet plausible suspects keeps readers guessing right up to the tingling conclusion. --Carol Haggas Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Before becoming a world-famous photographer, what did Ansel Adams aspire to be?Madison Connelly stared out the window from the largest enclosure in the cube farm at the shimmering waters of Biscayne Bay visible over the rooftops of nearby buildings. As copresident of TotalTrivia, she was entitled to a large private office, but she and Aiden had agreed long ago that doors encouraged isolation. Togetherness inspired innovation—the healthy exchange of ideas that led to creativity.Maybe, she thought, but right now she wished she could slam her office door shut and make the world go away. She was burned out by what her father would have called "premature success." Her company was barely three years old and it was already being touted as a triumph. If only her personal life was as glorious.Get a grip, Madison told herself. There's no reason to feel sorry for your self. Concentrate on what you're doing and forget past mistakes.Madison forced herself to stare at her computer screen as she waited for inspiration. The software program she'd invented culled obscure facts from numerous sources for their online game, but every so often she liked to throw in a zinger. Her favorite was "what if." What if Ansel Adams had his wish? He would have become a concert pianist. Lucky for the world, he hadn't.If she'd had her wish, she would have pursued a doctorate and—"Madison, there's a man here to see you. How cool is that?"She swiveled around in her chair to face Jade, TotalTrivia's receptionist. Short blue-black hair gelled up like a rooster's comb and deep red lipstick combined with Cleopatra eyes gave the girl an unfashionable Goth look that was rarely seen in South Beach these days. Jade could easily have told Madison she had a visitor with the interoffice telephone, but the girl never lost an opportunity to sashay by the cluster of cubicles the programmers used, just as she never failed to add how "cool" something was, even when delivering bad news."Who is it? I'm not expecting anyone."Jade consulted a business card she held between bloodred nails that could have doubled as letter openers. "Paul Tanner. He's with Tanner Security Solutions, Inc."Another geek trying to sell them software that was supposed to prevent other online trivia sites from hacking into their database. Online protection. What a joke."Tell him we take care of our own security." She was about to give Jade another lecture on how to screen people, but she spotted Aiden Larsen coming toward her office."Hey, Madison," her ex-husband called in his usual upbeat voice. "Got a minute?""Not really," she fibbed as Jade ducked out of the cube and began to saunter down the aisle toward the reception area.Aiden ignored Madison's response and parked himself in the chair opposite her desk. She tried not to notice how handsome he looked. Chloe really knew how to make him dress in a way that emphasized his best features, his height and surfer blond hair.The irony of the situation irritated her. Aiden would do anything for Chloe, but he'd stubbornly refused to make the smallest change for Madison. Instead, he'd insisted she be the one to alter her looks and life for him. He'd wanted her hair long and ruler-straight, even though it was naturally curly and at the mercy of Miami's humidity. He'd wanted to go out to SoBe's clubs almost every night. It was a scene she hated. Madison had resisted, of course, but it didn't seem to matter now. Aiden was on a new path in life—Chloe's course."Where've you been? I tried to get you all weekend.""Busy." She didn't want to tell Aiden she'd wasted another weekend searching for a place to lease. She couldn't decide on anything, because each property she was shown made her think of the fabulous house in Coral Gables that she'd permitted Aiden to keep in the divorce. Retaining half the business they'd started together had been more important."You didn't answer your cell.""I left it at Erin's on Friday."The mention of her best friend's name caused one blond eyebrow to quirk. Aiden's brows were less scraggly than they had been on Friday, she noted. Over the weekend, Chloe must have convinced him to go to one of SoBe's stylish spas for a professional wax.Madison could see Aiden was biting back another negative comment about Erin. For an instant, Madison's brain replayed something she'd heard on the morning news as she'd been getting ready for work. It made her think about Erin and wonder if her friend could have been involved in the incident."Why were you looking for me?" She knew it had to be important. Since their divorce they spoke only when necessary. So much for the "togetherness" they'd envisioned when starting the company. She struggled to keep her tone civil. Their last conversation had ended with Aiden accusing Madison of using her tongue like a whip."I had such a great idea that I wanted to run it by you immediately. That's why I kept calling. TotalTrivia needs a shot in the arm, right?""I guess," she reluctantly conceded, although she knew he was correct. Advertising banner sales were level but she perceived a lack of momentum. On a per-week basis they weren't drawing new gamers the way they once had. They were still raking in a bundle, but similar Web sites were invading the territory they'd once dominated."How's this for an idea?" He rocked back in the chair opposite her desk and put his feet up on the rim, the way he used to when they'd been developing ideas for TotalTrivia. "Add betting to our site.""We've been down this road before." How could he waste her time with this? They'd known when they created TotalTrivia that Internet gambling and auctions made boodles of money. They'd defied the odds by making money with a game that didn't feature gambling.He chuckled nonchalantly, but she knew better. Aiden handled the business end of their site. He could smell money the way a bloodhound picked up a fresh scent. "True. We have avoided gambling, but now Trivia Mania has added it to their site.""Interesting," Madison hedged. Trivia Mania had been their chief rival before their competitor added gambling. She had no doubt gamers on TotalTrivia would flock to a site where they could place bets. "Who's handling their finances?""They've contracted with Allied Miami Bank.""Why am I not surprised?" Madison knew the bank was owned by a group of YUCAs—Young Urban Cuban Americans—with a reputation for financing shady gambling operations. Not all young and ambitious Cubans skirted the law, of course, but some did. It was a temptation unique to Miami, where many immigrants had settled and were making new lives."We're thinking that adding betting to TotalTrivia is the way to go. We know Allied Miami has the most experience."Madison didn't have to ask who "we" was. This must be Chloe's idea. Well, she could say many things about Chloe, but not being one of God's brightest creatures wasn't one of them. Madison had personally hired Chloe, but she hadn't counted on Chloe stealing her husband."We're making money. Why risk associating with questionable characters?""What if I tell you—"Bzzt-bzzt. Jade was buzzing her from the receptionist's desk. Madison picked up the phone, relieved at the interruption. "Yes, Jade?""Mr. Tanner is still waiting to see you. He says it's not about business. This is a personal matter.""Yeah, right. That's what they all say." She never failed to be amazed at how many creeps crawled out of the woodwork once they sensed a computer game had hit the big time. She must get ten of these guys a week."I think he means it." Jade was whispering now."Tell him to call me. We'll discuss it on the phone." Madison hung up and turned back to Aiden.He was watching her intently, and she wondered if she was wearing an outfit she'd had on last week. She tended to wear half a dozen outfits that she liked over and over and over. No wonder she'd never been able to turn geek Aiden into GQ Aiden the way Chloe had. Twice a year Erin forced Madison to donate her old clothes, then took her shopping.Don't let him make you feel inferior, she told herself. Both Madison's mother and Erin always described her as pretty. Not that they fooled her, but natural blond hair and wide blue eyes did manage to turn a few guys' heads. Unlike Chloe, Madison didn't have much to brag about in the chest department. Chloe was pinup material. Madison didn't care; her brains set her apart. She had no intention of competing in the body department."Well, what do you think?" Aiden asked, and though his tone was still casual, she knew his manner meant he was ready to move on this immediately.She stood up. "Let's do a bit more research. I'm still not in favor of gambling or Allied Miami, but maybe—""Why? Allied Miami handles all sorts of betting operations. They even have a division set up to process, then pay every bet.""Wait!" She threw up one hand to stop him. "We don't want to hand over a chunk of our business without thoroughly investigating the situation. It's an invitation to steal from us or ruin our reputation. This isn't something to leap into without careful thought." She picked up her purse. "I've got an appointment.""Wait. I—""Later. I'm in a hurry."She rushed out of her corner cube and took a left. She headed for the back door to avoid the software salesman. She needed time to think about Aiden's proposal. She might as well swing by Erin's and pick up her cell phone.Madison climbed into her BMW and lowered the windows to air out the car. Even though it was barely ten o'clock, the Miami sun was scorching a path across the blue April sky. She allowed her mind to drift for a moment. She'd wasted yet another weekend. She was never going to be able to replace the home she'd shared with Aiden.Why was she trying?She should lease the condo that she'd reluctantly allowed the Realtor to show her, Madison told herself. She didn't need a yard. This way she could come and go easily. She punched the AC button and reached for her cell phone with her other hand to call the Realto...

Passion and revenge collide when a jewelry designer must return to New Orleans—the scene of a crime that nearly ruined her life—in this spellbinding tale of romantic suspense Twelve years ago, Alyssa Rossi fled Louisiana under a cloud of scandal and criminal accusations. But her self-imposed exile in Italy comes to an abrupt end when she has to return to New Orleans for the sale of her jewelry company to an international conglomerate. There, she comes face-to-face with Clay Duvall, the duplicitous lover who betrayed her. TriTech CEO Jake Williams has no inkling that the employee behind his company's acquisition of Rossi Designs is a man obsessed with its owner. Then Jake meets Alyssa. Tall, smart, and gorgeous, she's a dead ringer for Clay Duvall's wife, Phoebe, Alyssa's first cousin and the woman for whom Clay left her. Jake finds himself falling hard for Alyssa—despite her position at the center of a storm of gossip and...

A woman is hunted by both a killer and the FBI—until a fatal car crash gives her the chance to become someone else—in this sizzling tale of romantic suspense from New York Times–bestselling author Meryl Sawyer When her witness protection cover is blown, Amy Conroy flees across the country. With no money and only her dog for company, she steals rides in the trunks of unsuspecting strangers' cars until a tragic accident lands her in a Key West hospital where she is mistaken for the dead driver. Undergoing reconstructive surgery, Amy becomes almost the mirror image of beautiful Shelly Ralston. Even Matt Jensen, the investigative journalist Shelly was obsessively in love with, believes Amy's the deceased woman. As Amy lives a lie, she begins to fall for Matt herself and soon discovers how deep passions can run. But her idyllic days in Key West are numbered. The Feds—and a criminal mastermind—are closing in. And...