Title: MURDER GIRL
Series: Lilah Love #2
Author: Lisa Renee Jones
Publisher: Montlake Publishing
Publish Date: 07.10.2018
Category /Genre: Suspense/Romance
Recommended for: 18+ due to sexual content
Grammar/editing: book received as an
unedited ARC / errors excused
Received from: Lisa Renee Jones (as an ARC gifted copy)
Goodreads link: Murder Girl
Date completed: 05.20.18
Description from the publisher:
New 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.
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MURDER GIRL is the second book in
the Lilah Love series. They must be read
in the order of release as this is a continuing story. In fact, it picks up exactly where MURDER
NOTES left off.
I don’t know if I actually like
Lilah. We probably wouldn’t be friends
in real life. On the other hand, as an
FBI agent, and a woman, she has to be tough, smart, and versatile. She is and I respect the *strawberry pie* out
of her for it. I may not like her, but I
love Lilah.
I loved the twists and turns of this
story. Just trying to keep up is what
makes it fun to read a
Suspense Romance from LRJ. Plus, there is the romance. When Lilah can’t be sure of who to trust,
even family, she knows she can trust Kane.
Kane, the one man anyone else would say she shouldn’t trust! He is a help mate and her soul mate. It is there in every word and action. Sigh – that is romance.
I am looking forward to reading many
more episodes in this series. LRJ never
disappoints in bringing romance and suspense that set the bar higher for every
other author out there.
Note: while I was given this book as a gifted ARC,
my opinions are my own and are given freely.
Lilah Love series:
1.
Murder Notes
2.
Murder Girl
Also from Lisa Renee Jones:
Careless Whispers Series:
1.
Denial
2.
Demand
3.
Surrender
Dirty
Money Series:
1.
Hard Rules
3.
Bad Deeds
Dirty
Rich Series:
3.
Dirty Rich Obsession
Inside
Out Series:
2.
Being Me
3.
Revealing Us
a.
His Secrets
b.
Rebecca’s Lost Journals
d.
My Hunger
4.5
My Control
6.
All of Me
Poison
Kisses serial:
The Secret
Life of Amy Bensen Series:
3.
Forsaken
4.
Unbroken
Tall,
Dark, & Deadly Series:
0.5 Secrets Exposed
1.
Hot Secrets
2.
Dangerous Secrets
2.5 One Dangerous Night
3.
Beneath the Secrets
Walker
Security Series:
1.
Deep Under
2.
Pulled Under
White
Lies Series:
1.
Provocative
2.
Shameless
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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