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1) Heir
How hard can it be to fool a bunch of people in a small Iowa town?
Nick Baxter, an undercover FBI agent, thinks his cover story is solid when he shows up in New Providence, Iowa. No one will suspect he's there investigating widow Shannon Delgardie, under suspicion of treason. What Nick doesn't know is that everybody in town is conspiring to protect her and investigate him in return.
Shannon needs help. The men her late husband blackmailed
...This wasn't the vacation FBI agent Nathan Stokes planned.
He and his girlfriend Margaret Dalton were supposed to be in the Bahamas where Nathan was going to propose. Instead, they're in Possum Bottom, Minnesota during a brutal cold snap to talk to her lawyer about an inheritance at the reservation — a lawyer whom they find dead, frozen to the pavement outside his office.
Things get really complicated when another murder occurs
...4) Righter
I thought I knew the dirt about an old Hollywood crime, a murder that was covered up by crooked cops and the studio. I decided to write a tell-all about the murder, hoping to flush out the killer who was responsible for the assault of a dear friend.
I'm not stupid, though. I used a pen name. Micki Bradford. Nobody would think that Mike Braddock, Hollywood's ex-leading man, was Micki Bradford, the Queen of Suspense.
Right?
...5) Twistered
My name is Dorothy. I live in Kansas. I've seen a few tornadoes in my day, but nothing like the one that dropped my dead ex-husband, Wade, on my doorstep in a crushed motor home. Wade looked almost as beat up as the RV when he spilled from the back door, his red sneakers sticking out.
That was just the beginning of a crazy Memorial Day weekend when I won a big contest (complete with cash and a car), was accosted by a studly FBI agent,
...6) Tried
Murder has found Hannah Paxton twice—once as a teenaged witness and now, thirty years later, as a juror in a high profile trial. When she starts receiving vicious phone calls and is attacked on a freezing Minnesota night, it seems like murder is searching for her again...for the final time.
Wounded cop Jude Brenner, resisting his forced retirement, is assigned to protect Hannah, unaware that she's the target of two stalkers.
...Grace Jamison has always been unlucky in love, but this is ridiculous ...
What was supposed to be a blind date has turned into an FBI sting operation, complete with handsome Special Agent Ben Braden, a train ride and chase through the Badlands, and a final confrontation in a safe house—which turns out to be not so safe.
If Grace can survive that, she can probably survive having her heart broken by Ben ... unless she can convince
...8) Gilt
What would you do if the ghost of your dead husband showed up in your bedroom?
My husband died two years ago, fighting a fire that killed a woman and a small child. On the anniversary of his death, John — or John's ghost — visited me. A new investigation into that fire was being launched, led by an FBI agent and aided by Dan Steele, an ex-cop whose wife also died in that fire.
I always thought John was a
...M.C. ('Mac') Shefflington thought she finally escaped Tom Donaldson and her terrible past.
But just as she's starting to relax at her new home in Minnesota the hang-up calls start again. Then someone tailgates her on the way to work, the same way that Tom did. Mac knows he's come back into her life.
Retired Sheriff Harry Mortonson is willing to help Mac because that might alleviate the guilt he feels about his own past and the woman
...Layla Whitford got a threatening letter, which she gives to the authorities...
But the letter was meant for Max Lerner, an uptight Suit from Tieland who places business first. That tosses Layla and Max together—two people with nothing in common. Layla is flip-flops, and Max is wingtips; Layla is jeans and T-shirts, Max is three-piece suits.
Yet somehow the sparks fly and when Layla is kidnapped, it isn't about business anymore.
...11) Mist
Seven years ago, I was kidnapped and held against my will by a monster who made me his 'bride'.
I was kept for more than forty days — 964 hours, to be precise. 964 hours of torment, fear, and humiliation. Each of those hours twisted me until I was no longer Carolyn O'Malley, a woman with a normal life, a woman who lived in a nice home on a nice street with a man who loved her, with a sweet little dog and a good job and a life
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