Lisa Renee Jones

LR Jones

One. Two. Three. The cat is in the tree. As far as Lilah's concerned, her note writing stalker just gets more stupid everyday. One, two, three, the cat is in the tree? What is that? And what does it have to do with a wedding turned bloody? Lilah continues to hunt for the monster who killed a bride-to-be while she awaits news on Kane's chopper that emergency landed in the ocean. She's angry. She's worried. She's ready to kill the man she knows is responsible for Kane's crash: Pocher. It's a race against the clock to save Kane and catch a killer. Everyone won't survive. Bloody Love is the sixth book in the Lilah Love series. The Lilah Love series: Book One: Murder Notes (Murder Duet #1) Book Two: Murder Girl (Murder Duet #2) Book Three: Love Me Dead (Umbrella Man Duet #1) Book Four: Love Kills (Umbrella Man Duet #2) Book Five: Bloody Vows (Wedding Duet #1) Book Six: Blood Love (Wedding Duet #2) Book Seven: Happy Death Day Book Eight: The Party Is Over

Bloody Love

Kane Mendez. The son of a drug lord, who is not his father's son, and yet, he has enemies. Too many enemies. Lilah Love. The FBI agent who perhaps kills a little too easily. Or does she? As she's called in to consult on a case, and catch a killer, her troubles back home don't go away. People want her dead. She simply wants them dead first. Kane and Lilah. Lilah and Kane. War is on the horizon. And everyone won't survive. Happy Death Day is the seventh title in the Lilah Love series. The Lilah Love Series: Murder Notes Murder Girl Love Me Dead Love Kills Bloody Vows Bloody Love Happy Death Day

Happy Death Day

Secrets. Lies. A man. There's always a man. And there's always a truth to be told. I'm Hailey Anne Monroe. I’m twenty-eight years old. An artist, who found her muse on the canvas because I wasn’t allowed to have friends or even keep a journal. And yes, if you haven’t guessed by now, I’m that Hailey Anne Monroe, daughter to Thomas Frank Monroe, the man who was a half-percentage point from becoming President of the United States. If you were able to ask him, he’d probably tell you that I was the half point. But you can’t ask him, and he can’t tell you. He’s dead. They’re all dead and now I can speak.

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