Disgraced investigative journalist Pip West is devastated when she discovers her best friend’s body face-down in a tranquil lake. When cops and federal agents determine that her friend overdosed then drowned, Pip knows they’re mistaken and intends to prove it.
Special Agent Hunt Kincaid doesn’t trust journalists and has no patience for Pip’s delusions, especially since her meddling could reveal why the FBI is interested in her friend’s last days. The dead scientist worked at the cutting edge of vaccine research and might have a connection to a new, weaponized, vaccine-resistant anthrax strain that just hit the black market.
…just turned deadly.
Pip is thrown off her game by grief and her unexpected attraction to the handsome federal agent. Hunt battles the same unwelcome pull, determined to resist the heat that threatens to consume them both. But the more Pip digs, the closer she gets to both the sexy FBI agent, and to a bioweapons terrorist who’s more than capable of cold-bloodedly sacrificing anyone who gets in his way.
I really enjoy Toni Anderson’s book plots, and Cold Blooded
is no exception. Once again, we get a multi-faceted story that moves in a
variety of directions but in the end it all merges into a satisfying end.
The relationship between Pippa, a journalist, and Hunt, an
FBI agent starts off as hostile as they find themselves on opposite sides of an
investigation into the death of Pippa’s best friend Cindy. As Hunt and his
colleagues investigate, his path often crosses Pippa’s. She is not satisfied
with the official ruling about Cindy’s cause of death and decides to do her own
Hostility aside, there is an attraction between Pippa and Hunt
that they both recognise is not a wise thing for them to pursue. They are wary
of each other, and their past experiences have coloured their view of the
opposite sex and relationships in general. I liked the romantic journey we took
with these characters as little by little they begin to trust in themselves and
in each other.
Alongside the romance, the ongoing discoveries during the
investigation drive the suspense elements of the story at a great nail biting
Cold Blooded is a terrific addition to the Cold Justice
About Toni Anderson
New York Times and USA Today international bestselling author, Toni Anderson, writes dark, gritty Romantic Suspense novels that have hit #1 in Barnes & Noble's Nook store, the Top 10 in Amazon and Kobo stores, and the Top 50 in iBooks. Her novels have won many awards.
A former Marine Biologist from Britain, she inexplicably ended up in the geographical center of North America, about as far from the ocean as it is possible to get. She now lives in the Canadian prairies with her Irish husband and two children and spends most of her time complaining about the weather.
Toni has no explanation for her oft-times dark imagination, and only hopes the romance makes up for it. She's addicted to reading, dogs, tea, and chocolate.
‘Don’t you agree Detective? That some people deserve to die?
I’ve killed the first. I’ve killed the second. Now will you catch the others,
or do I have to kill them too?’
The body of Amos Price lies in a pool of blood on the polished floor of an
otherwise empty house. With no signs of a break in, and no clues left at the
scene, Detective Jenna Alton is at a loss.
But as the team begins to unpick the life of the reclusive victim, they
discover a disturbing link between Amos and the disappearance of several young
girls in the county going back years.
Days later, another brutally murdered body is found, in a remote motel on the
outskirts of town. Ely Dorsey was killed in a frenzied attack and Jenna fears
not only that the murders are connected to the missing girls, but that the
killer hasn’t finished yet.
As Jenna tries to work out who will be next, the killer suddenly starts sending
her deputy, David Kane, messages. Is she being taunted? Or does the murderer
want to be caught? And will Jenna discover who’s behind these killings before
more people die?
Hmm...Sheriff Jenna Alton may be ruing the day she moved to
Black Rock Falls as there seem to be a higher number of murders than perhaps
she ever anticipated. This time, men are being murdered and women are disappearing;
some disappearances happening years ago.
Told from various points of view, including that of the
culprits, we readers are ahead of the authorities in knowing who is kidnapping
the young women. What is unknown is who is killing the kidnappers.
Alton, along with her deputy David Kane, and other
colleagues, are stretched thin as they try to solve the crimes before there are
further victims. The book is well paced, and the tension increases nicely as we
get nearer to the finish.
Alton and her team work well together. I’ve read book one in
the series, ‘Don’t Tell A Soul’, and I like the progression of the relationship
between Alton and Kane. While Alton’s thoughts and feelings are clearly
articulated, the fact she is suffering from PTSD from a previous case – I assume
book two - makes me want to have read
about her experiences prior to having read this book.
D.K. Hood has written another absorbing episode in the lives
of Alton and Kane. Bring on book 4!
About the Author
I've always had a wicked sense of humor, and was the kid who told the ghost stories around the campfire. I am lucky to have family all over the world and have spent many wonderful vacations in places from Paris France to Montana USA and Australia. I use the wonderful memories from these visits to enhance my stories.
My interest in the development of forensic science to solve crime goes back many years. I enjoy writing crime, mystery and thrillers. With many stories, waiting for me to write I'll look forward to sharing many spine tingling stories with you.
D.K. Hood is an active member of International Thriller Writers.
Thea Landry has always known her place in modern-day society. It’s somewhere just above the trash can her mother dumped her in as a newborn but below the class where much comes easy. With her tattered shoes and bargain-bin clothes, her life has never been full of glamour.
So when a rich and charismatic man takes interest, she doesn’t fool herself into thinking their encounter is anything more than a one-night stand. Months later, she’s kicking herself for not getting his phone number. Or his last name. She’s given up hope of seeing him ever again.
Until one day, years later, Logan Kendrick waltzes into her life once more and turns everything she’s built upside down. This time around, she won’t make the same mistake. She’s going to fight to keep him in her life—not for herself.
But for their daughter.
Thea and I had agreed on just one night. One
incredible night. The next morning, we’d walked away from each other with no
strings attached. She’d gone back to her life. I’d gone back to my hectic work
and social schedule, just glad that I’d had the chance to meet her.
What I hadn’t expected was for Thea to pop into
my thoughts so often after that night. I’d think of her smile whenever I was at
a hotel bar. I’d think of her laugh when I was at a boring fundraiser. I’d
think of her whenever I saw a woman with long, sleek dark hair.
After months of her on my mind, I’d finally
given in. I’d gone back to the bar to see her one more time.
Except she’d been gone.
With my child.
I’d waited too long.
Devney is the USA Today bestselling author of the Jamison Valley series. She lives in Montana with her husband and two children. After working in the technology industry for nearly a decade, she abandoned conference calls and project schedules to enjoy a slower pace at home with her kids. She loves reading and, after consuming hundreds of books, decided to share her own stories. Devney loves hearing from readers!
When Louise Williams receives a message from someone left long in the past she
Maria Weston wants to be friends on Facebook.
Because Maria Weston has been missing for over twenty years. She was last seen
the night of a school leavers' party, and the world believes her to be dead.
Particularly Louise, who has lived her adult life knowing herself responsible
for Maria's disappearance. But now Maria is back. Or is she?
Friend Request was a great read. I really liked it.
I was at school at approximately the same time the character
of Louise was, so I lived and understand a life prior to social media. I found
the portrayal of a pre/post social media life to be accurate and I admit to
squirming while reading the parts set in the past. It took me right back to
those horrible times in high school; situations were blown out of proportion,
who you associated with did reflect on you, and friendships could become
lifelong or fleeting. Yet at the time it felt like the be all and end all.
In the present day, Louise finds herself accepting a friend
request from an old school friend who was presumed drowned back in high school.
You know things are not going to go well for her from this point. The initial
friend request is the beginning of a tension filled journey for Louise, who is
scared of digging up that part of her life, knowing she did not act kindly
towards Maria. Equally, she realizes that sweeping the issue under the carpet
is not a solution either.
As the story moves back and forth in time, we learn more
about Louise, Maria, and the several other friends who all played a part in the
ill-treatment of Maria; but who, if any of them, actually killed Maria? Or is
Maria really alive and is using the occasion of a high school reunion to expose
I found the book really well paced as it follows Louise’s
state of mind. We start with uncertainty and fear, followed by a desire to
solve the mystery. Towards the end, the story veers off into several
directions, leaving Louise and us readers even more uncertain than ever. The
stories people tell seem so plausible, but perhaps they are lies? I happily
went along for the ride and thought the final solution to be believable.
A recommended read.
About the Author
Laura Marshall grew up in Wiltshire and studied English at
the University of Sussex.
After almost twenty years working in conference production,
in 2015 Laura decided it was time to fulfil a lifetime's ambition to write a
novel, and enrolled on the Curtis Brown Creative three month novel writing
In 2016, her first novel, Friend Request,
was runner up in the Bath Novel Award and shortlisted for the Lucy Cavendish
Fiction Prize. It was published by Little, Brown in the UK in July 2017,
selling over 250,000 copies in the UK to date and becoming a Sunday Times top
ten bestseller in paperback, and kindle number one bestseller. Friend Request
has sold in a further seventeen territories around the world including the USA,
Germany, France, Italy and the Netherlands.
Laura's second novel, Three Little Lies, will be released on
28th June 2018.
Laura lives in Kent with her husband and two children.
A loyal friend and loving daughter, she's newly engaged to her small town's
most eligible bachelor. She's happy for herself--but mostly for her family, who
need the security her marriage will bring.
An old enemy shatters her illusions.
First Baron Loel cost Bonny's family her fortune. Now he's insisting that her
fiancé has hidden flaws, secrets so dark that--if she believed him--she'd have
to call off the wedding.
How will she choose?
When the truth comes out, Bonny will have to choose between doing what's right
and what's easy. Between her family and her best friend. And hardest of
all--between her honor and the love of a man who everyone wants her to hate.
Bed of Flowers releases 19 June.
Erin Satie is a new-to-me author, and I am so excited that I
found her because I absolutely loved Bed of Flowers.
On the surface, the book is about the relationship between an
unsuitable pair but by no means is it a fluffy bonnet drama. Instead, what we
get is a thoughtful, insightful and perceptive book filled with some really
interesting characters as well as a narrative that brings to life the restrictions
and limitations of living in these early Victorian times.
I loved both the main characters. Orson Loel may be titled,
but even he understands his role as the town pariah is warranted. He is not so
much resigned, as he is prepared to accept the verdict of the townspeople, and
to live his life within set boundaries. To make ends meet, he grows and sells rare
orchids. The descriptions of his flowers and greenhouse provide some wonderful
moments in the book. I often felt like I was in that space with him as he cared
for and nursed his orchids.
Bonny Reed, our heroine, is fascinating. She is well aware
of societal expectations and her place in that society, yet there’s a part of
her that fails to realise that as much as those expectations protect her, they can
also expose her to harm if she steps outside the constraints. It’s an indictment
of the life single women had during those times; they are treated as innocents,
told very little about the ways of the world, yet they are expected to
recognise these dangers to themselves and their reputation. The results of her deeds
impact more than just her, but I found it hard to blame her.
Of the supporting characters, I very early on developed a
liking for Cordelia. She is fierce! I was so happy to read that hers will be
the next book in the Sweetness and Light series. But she’s not the only one,
there are several others who particularly shine in the book, but I’ll let other
readers discover them on their own.
I highly recommend this book. It will likely become one of
my favourite reads of 2018.
About the Author
Erin Satie is the author of the dark and elegant No
Better Angels series, historical romances set in the early Victorian
period. She’s currently hard at work on her upcoming series, Sweetness
& Light, which should be just as elegant but not quite so dark.
Erin is a California native who’s lived on the coasts and in
the heartland, in tiny city apartments and on a working farm. She studied art
history in both college and graduate school—research is always her favorite
part of starting a new book.
Her favorite part of finishing a book, whether reading or
writing, is the happily ever after.
From the author who brought you A Thousand Boy Kisses comes the new emotional novel, A Wish For Us. A story of music. A story of healing. A story of love conquering all.
Nineteen-year-old Cromwell Dean is the rising star of electronic dance music. Thousands of people adore him. But no one knows him. No one sees the color of his heart. Until the girl in the purple dress. She sees through the walls he has built to the empty darkness within. When Cromwell leaves behind the gray skies of England to study music in the South Carolina heat, the last thing he expects is to see her again. And he certainly doesn’t expect that she’ll stay in his head like a song on repeat. Bonnie Farraday lives for music. She lets every note into her heart, and she doesn’t understand how someone as talented as Cromwell can avoid doing the same. He’s hiding from his past, and she knows it. She tries to stay away from him, but something keeps calling her back. Bonnie is the burst of color in Cromwell’s darkness. He’s the beat that makes her heart skip. But when a shadow falls over Bonnie, it’s up to Cromwell to be her light, in the only way he knows how. He must help her find the lost song in her fragile heart. He must keep her strong with a symphony only he can compose. A symphony of hope. A symphony of love. A symphony of them.
Her voice was violet blue. I closed my eyes. It was my favourite
color to hear.
Tillie Cole sure knows how to wring a tear or three out of a
person, and A Wish For Us is another of her books that takes readers on an
emotion filled journey.
I was fascinated by the subject of colour synaesthesia that’s
addressed in this book. The passages that discuss seeing in colour were written
marvellously and I savoured these parts of the book. I will happily go back and
reread these parts of the book.
Take away the colour synaesthesia, and the book reads like a
typical angsty tale. There are significant twists in the story but I found them
predictable. For me, only one of them came as a surprise, and that surprise was
more of the “oh, that’s interesting to know” versus the “OMG! What just
I enjoyed the references to classical music pieces and plan
to listen to those I was not familiar with.
Overall, I think this book will tick the box for Tillie Cole
I let the rush of nicotine fill my lungs and closed my eyes.
As my eyelids shut, I heard quiet music playing somewhere nearby. Classical.
My drunken mind immediately drifted off to when I was a
little kid . . .
“What do you hear, Cromwell?” my father asked.
I closed my eyes and listened to the piece of music. Colors
danced before my eyes. “Piano. Violins. Cellos . . .” I took a deep breath. “I
can hear reds and greens and pinks.”
I opened my eyes and looked up at my father as he sat on my
bed. He was staring down at me. There was a funny expression on his face. “You
hear colors?” he said. But he didn’t sound surprised. My face set on fire. I
ducked my head under my duvet. My father pulled it down from my eyes. He stroked
my hair. “That’s good,” he said, his voice kind of deep. “That’s very good . .
My eyes snapped open. My hand started to ache. I looked at
the bottle in my hand; my fingers were white as they gripped the neck. I sat
up, my head spinning from the mass of whiskey in my body. My temples throbbed.
I realized it wasn’t from the Jack, but from the music coming from further down
the beach. I pushed my hair back from my face then looked to my right.
Someone was only a few feet away. I squinted into the lightening
night, summer’s early rising sun making it possible to make out the features of
whoever the hell it was. It was a girl. A girl wrapped in a blanket. Her phone
sat beside her, a Mozart piano concerto drifting quietly from the speaker. She
must have felt me looking at her, because she turned her head. I frowned,
wondering why I knew her face, but then—
“You’re the DJ,” she said.
Recognition dawned. It was the girl in the purple dress.
She clutched her blanket closer around her as I replayed her
accent in my head. American. Bible Belt was my guess, by her thick twang.
She sounded like my mum.
A smile tugged at her lips as I stayed mute. I wasn’t much
of a talker. Especially when my gut was full of Jack and I had zero interest in
making small talk with some girl I didn’t know at four in the morning on a cold
beach in Brighton.
“I’d heard of you,” she said. I stared back out over the
sea. Ships sailed in the distance, their lights like tiny fireflies, bobbing up
and down. I huffed a humorless laugh. Great. Another girl who wanted to screw
“Good for you,” I muttered and took a drink of my Jack,
feeling the addictive burn slide down my throat. I hoped she’d piss off, or at
least stop trying to talk to me. My head couldn’t take any more noise.
“Not really,” she shot back. I looked over at her, eyebrows
pulled down in confusion. She was looking out over the sea, her chin resting on
her folded arms that lay over her bent knees. The blanket had fallen off her
shoulders, revealing the purple dress I’d noticed from the podium. She turned
to face me, cheek now on her arms. Heat zipped through me. She was pretty.
“I’ve heard of you, Cromwell Dean.” She shrugged. “Decided to get a ticket to
see you before I left for home tomorrow.”
I lit up another cigarette. Her nose wrinkled. She clearly
didn’t like the smell.
Tough luck. She could move. Last time I checked, England was
a free country. She went quiet.
I caught her looking at me. Her brown eyes were narrowed,
like she was scrutinizing me. Reading something in me that I didn’t want anyone
to see. No one ever looked at me closely. I never gave them the chance. I
thrived on the podium at clubs because it kept everyone far away, down on the
dancefloor where no one ever saw the real me. The way she was looking at me now
made nervous shivers break out over my skin.
I didn’t need this kind of crap.
“Already had my dick sucked tonight, love. Not looking for a
She blinked, and even in the rising sun, I could see her
“Your music has no soul,” she blurted. My cigarette paused
halfway to my mouth.
Something managed to stab through my stomach at her words.
I shoved it back down until I felt my usual sensation of numbness.
I sucked on my cigarette. “Yeah? Well, them’s the breaks.”
“I’d heard you were some messiah or something on that
podium. But all your music comprised was synthetic beats and forced repetitive
bursts of unoriginal tempo.”
I laughed and shook my head. The girl met my eyes head-on.
“It’s called electronic dance music. Not a fifty-piece orchestra.” I held out
my arms. “You’ve heard of me. Said so yourself. You know what tunes I spin.
What were you expecting? Mozart?” I glared at her phone, which was still
playing that damn concerto.
I sat back, surprised at myself. I hadn’t talked that much
to anyone in . . . I didn’t know how long. I took in a drag, breathing out the
smoke that was trapped in my chest. “And turn that thing off, will you? Who the
hell goes to hear a dance DJ spin, then comes to a beach to listen to classical
The girl frowned but turned off the music. I lay back on the
cold sand, closing my eyes. I heard the soft waves lapping the shore. My head
filled with pale green. I heard the girl moving. I prayed she was leaving. But
I felt her drop beside me. My world darkened as the whiskey and the usual lack
of sleep started to pull me under.
“What do you feel when you mix your music?” she asked. How
the hell she thought her little interview was a good idea right now was beyond
Yet, surprisingly, I found myself answering her question. “I
don’t feel.” I cracked one eye open when she didn’t say anything. She was
looking down at me. She had the biggest brown eyes I’d ever seen. Dark hair
pulled off her face in a ponytail. Full lips and smooth skin.
“Then that’s the problem.” She smiled, but the smile looked
nothing but sad. Pitying. “The best music must be felt. By the creator. By the
listener. Every part of it from creation to ear must be wrapped in nothing but
feelings.” Some weird expression crossed over her face, but hell if I knew what
Her words were a blade to my chest. I hadn’t expected her
harsh comment. And I hadn’t expected the blunt trauma that she seemed to
deliver right to my heart. Like she’d taken a butcher’s knife and sliced her
way through my soul.
My body itched to get up and run. To pluck out her
assessment of my music from my memory. But instead I forced a laugh, and spat,
“Go back home, little Dorothy. Back to where music means something. Where it’s
“Dorothy was from Kansas.” She glanced away. “I’m not.”
“Then go back to wherever the hell you’re from,” I snapped.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I hunkered down into the sand and shut my eyes,
trying to block out the cold wind that was picking up and slapping my skin, and
her words that were still stabbing at my heart.
I never let anything get to me like this. Not anymore. I
just needed some sleep. I didn’t want to go back to my mum’s house here in
Brighton, and my flat in London was too far away. So hopefully the cops
wouldn’t find me here and kick me off the beach.
With my eyes closed, I said, “Thanks for the
midnight critique, but as the fastest-rising DJ in Europe, with the best clubs
in the world begging for me to spin at their decks—all at nineteen—I think I’ll
ignore your extensive notes and just keep on living my sweet as fuck life.”
Tillie Cole hails from a small town in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city. After graduating from Newcastle University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade, becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and finishing her first novel. Tillie has now settled in Austin, Texas, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her characters. Tillie is both an independent and traditionally published author, and writes many genres including: Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels. When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than curling up on her couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, while convincing herself that she really doesn’t need that extra square of chocolate.
Newt Tobias will do anything for his little girl. Even take early retirement, sell his city home, and move to cottage country, hoping that the simpler life will provide a better balance for his troubled teenage daughter.
Yet, not long after they’ve settled, he finds himself toe-to-toe with a stubborn, fiery tempered woman with pretty brown eyes.
Once a recluse preferring to live alone.
Working with troubled adolescents, Frederique Marchand doesn’t suffer fools and won’t put up with bullies. Especially handsome strangers like Newt who think they can run roughshod over her. She loves her work, but on her own time she much prefers the company of her menagerie of animals.
But with the welfare of a teenager at stake, she must put aside rocky first impressions and work with a man who needs her as much as she’ll come to need him.
Freya Barker inspires with her stories about 'real’ people, perhaps less than perfect, each struggling to find their own slice of happy. She is the author of the Cedar Tree Series and the Portland, ME, novels.
Freya is the recipient of the RomCon “Reader’s Choice” Award for best first book, “Slim To None,” and is a finalist for the 2016 Kindle Book Awards for “From Dust”. She currently has two complete series and three anthologies published, and is working on two new series; La Plata County FBI—ROCK POINT, and Northern Lights. She continues to spin story after story with an endless supply of bruised and dented characters, vying for attention!