The honeymoon is over, now the murders can begin. America's #1 thriller writer returns with his sexiest, scariest novel ever. Hotter than The Beach House and scarier than Kiss the Girls, James Patterson's explosive new thriller introduces a bride who is beautiful, talented, devoted, and deadly.
When a young investment banker dies of baffling causes, FBI agent John O'Hara immediately suspects the only witness, the banker's alluring and mysterious fiance. Nora Sinclair is a beautiful decorator who expects the best, and will do anything to get it. Agent O'Hara keeps closing in, but the stronger his case, the less he knows whether he's pursuing justice or his own fatal obsession. In a novel so compelling it reads like a collaboration with Alfred Hitchcock, James Patterson unveils surprise after surprise that will keep readers guessing until the last deadly kiss.
NORA COULD FEEL Connor watching her. He always did the same thing when
she packed to leave on one of her trips. He'd lean his six foot three
frame against the doorway to his bedroom, his hands buried in the
pockets of his Dockers, a frown tugging on his face. He hated the
thought of their being apart.
Usually he wouldn't say anything, though. He'd just stand there in
silence as Nora filled her suitcase, occasionally taking a sip of Evian
water, her favorite. But that afternoon he couldn't help himself.
"Don't go," he said in his deep voice. Nora turned with a loving smile.
"You know I have to. You know I hate this, too." "But I already miss
you. Just say no, Nora - don't go. To hell with them."
From day one, Nora was captivated by how vulnerable Connor allowed
himself to be with her. It was in such sharp contrast to his public
persona - a very rich and hard-driving hedge-fund manager with his own
successful company in Greenwich, with another office in London. His
puppy-dog eyes belied the fact that he was built like a lion. Powerful
Indeed, at the relatively young age of forty, Connor was pretty much
king of all he surveyed. And in Nora, thirty-three, he'd found his
queen, his perfect soul mate in life. "You know I could tie you up and
keep you from leaving," he said jokingly.
"That sounds like fun," said Nora, playing along. She lifted up the top
of her suitcase, which was lying open on the bed. She was searching for
"First, though, could you maybe help me find my green cardigan?"
Connor finally chuckled. He got such a kick out of her. Good jokes, bad
jokes - it didn't seem to matter. "Do you mean the one with the pearl
buttons? It's in the master closet."
Nora laughed. "You were dressing up in my clothes again, weren't you?"
She headed for the cavernous walk-in closet. When she returned, green
sweater in hand, Connor had moved to the foot of the bed. He stared at
her with a grin and a twinkle in his eye.
"Uh-oh," she said. "I know that look." "What look?" he asked.
"The one that says you want a going-away present." Nora thought for a
moment before flashing a grin of her own. She dropped the sweater on a
chair and slowly walked up to Connor, purposefully stopping just inches
from his body. She was wearing only her bra and panties.
"From me, to you," she whispered in his ear, leaning in. There wasn't
that much to unwrap, but Connor took his time anyway. He gently kissed
Nora's neck, then her shoulders, his lips tracing an imaginary line
downward to the jutting curves of her small, pert breasts. There he
lingered. One hand stroking her arm, the other reaching around to remove
Nora shivered, her body tingling. Cute, funny, and very good in bed.
What more could a girl ask for? Connor knelt and kissed Nora's
stomach, his tongue lightly drawing circles around her little wink of a
belly button. Then, with a thumb resting on either side of her hips, he
began to roll down her panties. He charted the progress with kiss after
kiss after kiss.
"That's ... very ... nice," whispered Nora. Now it was her turn.
As Connor's tall, muscular frame straightened out before her, she began
to undress him. Quickly, deftly, but sensually.
For a few seconds they stood still. Perfectly naked. Gazing at each
other, taking in each and every detail. God, what could be better
Suddenly Nora laughed. She gave Connor a quick, playful shove, and he
fell back onto the bed. He was fully aroused. A prodigious human sundial
lying there on the duvet.
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