Tout ce que je croyais savoir sur ma vie est un mensonge. Plus j'enquête sur la mort de mon père, plus je me mets en péril. Mark n'est autre qu'un menteur, à qui je pensais pouvoir faire confiance. Il n'est pas ce qu'il semble être, et le pire, c'est que malgré cela, je suis incapable de lui tourner le dos. Mon patron est peut-être un baron de la drogue sous une apparence de doyen respectable de l'une des cinq meilleures universités...

Par une nuit noire et pluvieuse, je prends la route au volant de ma vieille voiture pleine à craquer pour retourner dans une ville o je n'aurais jamais imaginé remettre les pieds un jour. Et quand je tombe en panne sur le bas-cté, l'univers juge bon de m'envoyer ce magnifique spécimen d'un mètre quatre-vingt-cinq que je connais très bien, me rappelant ainsi notre histoire laissée en suspens. Trois ans auparavant, j'ai fui la ville (et Mark)...

Five years ago, Jane helped presidential candidate's daughter Lindsay after an unspeakable crime. Now it's Jane who stands accused, caught at the heart of a presidential candidate's scandal that threatens her very life. As people in her life turn up dead, she swears she's innocent, but forces around her continue to make her look like the betrayer - and possibly, the murderer. Can her bodyguard, Silas, save her? Better yet - can he trust her...

Four years ago, presidential candidate's daughter Lindsay thought Drew betrayed her, but now he's back to prove himself. Will she let him? The last person Lindsay Bosworth expected to be her head of security as she left the meditation center/mental institution she'd called home for the last four years after a violent attack was Drew Foster, her ex-fiancee. The guy who did nothing while three of his friends violated her on streaming video. Not...

Au secours. Je suis seule, ligotée, je saigne et je suis morte de peur. Je suis retenue prisonnière au quartier général du gang de motards d'Atlas. Quelqu'un m'a enlevée, et mon ravisseur a tout l'air d'être Chase. Personne n'est au courant de ma présence ici. Après tout, je ne suis personne, n'est-ce pas ? Je n'ai plus ni mère ni beau-père, et ma sœur a peut-être été kidnappée, elle aussi. Ils peuvent tout à fait me faire disparaître....

She thinks she's fooled me. But I've known all along. Almost. Lily is hiding something, a secret so big, she came out of a year-long coma and her first instinct was to lie. Who does that? Someone who is afraid. No-not afraid. Terrified. And it's my job to take that fear away. My partner and I have spent countless man-hours hunting down the cold-blooded killer who did this to her. Meanwhile, Lily's spent her waking hours recovering. Getting stronger....

This isn't how my life is supposed to end. Then again, a case of mistaken identity got me here. No one is ever who we think they are. Especially my kidnapper, a man whose entire life is designed to deceive. Powerful people want my rescuer to die. I'm just a lure. A pawn. An object. But objects hold meaning. Emotions attach themselves without logic. Like love. I now know that Duff will do everything to protect me. If he gets here in time. And...

"The future isn’t real. The past isn’t real, either. Only the present is, solid and full, flying at our faces, our bodies, our hearts and souls at breakneck speed as we work to take it all in. As we work to protect others. And, finally - ourselves. We’ve started to break the bonds of Stateless, a system as rotten as the one it seeks to destroy. But systems are organisms with one brutal goal: to survive, whatever it takes. Kina has to do...

How do I prove a negative? I need to prove Jane is innocent, despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary. Mirrors, smoke, and lies can conjure a truth that isn't real. Money, bribes, and power can twist reality. What we call proof is all an elaborate magic act. So is love. How do you prove you're in love? How can you know with unrelenting certainty that the person you can't live without really loves you? It's all about what you believe. Who...

When you're born without a trace, no one knows you're a weapon. I lie for her. I hunt for her. I kill for her. And above all, I betray my mission for her. She doesn't know why. She doesn't care why. I do. Treason comes in many forms. Love is one of them. Our training taught me to be a sociopath. A machine. A pawn. Nothing more than a tool for a larger goal, without attachments or feelings. Our teachers forgot one important detail: Pawns...