Crime and punishment is Lieutenant Eve Dallas's business. Murder her speciality. Named by the social worker who found her when she was a mere child roaming that city's streets, Eve Dallas is a New York police detective who lives for her job. In over ten years on the force, she's seen it all - and knows her survival depends on her instincts. But she's going against every warning telling her not to get involved with Roarke, a charismatic Irish billionaire - and a suspect in Eve's latest murder investigation.
But passion and seduction have rules of their own, and it's up to Eve to take a chance in the arms of a man she knows nothing about - except the addictive hunger of needing his touch.
The dead were her business. She lived with them, worked with them, studied them. She dreamed of them. Murder no longer shocked, but it continued to repel.
The first victim is found lying on a sidewalk in the rain. The second murdered in her own apartment building. Both have had their throats slashed.
New York City homicide lieutenant Eve Dallas has no problem finding connections between the two crimes. Both women were beautiful and successful; their glamorous lives and loves the talk of the city. And their intimate relations with powerful men provide Eve with a long list of suspects - including her own lover, Roarke.
As a woman, Eve is compelled to trust the man who shares her bed. But as a cop, it's her job to follow every lead, to explore every secret passion, no matter how dark. Or how dangerous.
'She'd come to New York to be a cop, because she believed in order. Needed it to survive. She had taken control, had made herself into the person some anonymous social worker had named Eve Dallas'
But in a few weeks she won't just be Eve Dallas, lieutenant, homicide. She'll be Roarke's wife. But Eve's wedding plans may have to be put on hold as her private and professional lives collide...
The victim in her latest murder investigation is one of the most sought-after women in the world. A top model who would stop at nothing to get what she wanted - even another woman's man. And Eve's chief suspect is the other woman in this fatal love triangle - her best friend Mavis. Putting her job on the line to head the investigation, Eve discovers that the world of high fashion thrives on an all-consuming passion for youth and fame. One that leads from the runway to the dark underworld of New York City where drugs can fulfil any desire - for a price . . .
He killed himself, Lieutenant. He was hanging there, just hanging there from the ceiling light in the living room. And his face . . . Oh God.'
Death follows New York City cop Eve Dallas everywhere - even on her honeymoon with Irish lover Roarke. When one of Roarke's employees is found dead, the post-mortem confirms suicide. An isolated case, or so Eve thinks.
But more suicides follow - strangers with nothing in common. The pathologist's report states each victim has an unexplained mark on their brain. Is this a genetic abnormality or a high-tech method of murder? With the body count rising, Eve must delve into the world of virtual reality to hunt down a twisted killer. A killer who preys on the minds of the innocent.
Meet me tomorrow, midnight. Aquarian Club. TELL NO ONE.'
When New York cop Frank Wojinski is found murdered, death gets very personal for homicide detective, Eve Dallas - and she'll stop at nothing to find Frank's killer.
But then another victim is claimed: Frank's own granddaughter. As Eve delves deeper into the case, more mutilated corpses are discovered. Then a dead body is placed outside Eve's home. Drawn into the sinister world of a sexual satanic cult, Eve must put her life on the line to uncover a sadistic killer, before she becomes his latest victim.
He is an expert with the latest technology...a madman with the mind of a genius and the heart of a killer. He quietly stalks his prey. Then he haunts the police with cryptic riddles about the crimes he is about to commit - always solved moments too late to save his victims' lives.
Police lieutenant Eve Dallas finds the first victim butchered in his own home. The second loses his life in a vacant luxury apartment. The two men had little in common. Both suffered unspeakable torture before their deaths. And both had ties to an ugly secret of ten years past - a secret shared by none other than Eve's new husband, Roarke.
She smelled it, fresh death. Both metallic and fruity. Easing the door all the way open, she found it . . .
It's Christmas-time in New York City, but homicide lieutenant Eve Dallas struggles to get into the holiday spirit. Finding a woman strangled to death by a murderous Santa doesn't help. And he's left behind a present: a partridge in a pear tree, pinned to the victim's hair.
With a creeping dread, Eve watches the bodies mount and realises the key - the killer is counting down the twelve days to Christmas. And there is only one connection. The victims had been using the same dating service.
Eve enters a dark world where searching for The One is fraught with terror, leaving her racing to find the murderer, as things get much too close to home.
'Another great read, another best seller' Huddersfield Daily Examiner
Book Seven in the New York Times number one bestselling series
With the precision of a surgeon, a serial killer preys on the most vulnerable of souls on the world's city streets. The first victim: a homeless person, found dead in New York City. No bruises, no signs of a struggle. Just a laser-perfect, fist-sized hole where his heart had once been.
Detective Eve Dallas is assigned to investigate. But as she is lured into a cat-and-mouse game with the killer, Dallas also becomes the focus of an internal investigation. In her mind, Eve feels she has done nothing except irritate some fellow cops with connections in high places. But her struggle to bring a murderer to justice is about to be hindered by the fight to save her career.
Eve Dallas has been chosen by a deadly revolutionary group, Cassandra, as their one true adversary. While investigating the seemingly simple case of a jealous lover killing her partner, she receives a disk from Cassandra, telling her to expect a demonstration of their power. Arriving just in time to see one of her billionaire husband Roarke's empty properties blown up, the link continues as more of Roarke's city landmarks are destroyed, testing Eve and her team to the limit and costing more and more lives.
Discovering that Cassandra is linked to a previous group, responsible for blowing up the Pentagon several years ago, things turn increasingly sinister as Eve realises that the murdered man and his family are implicated, and she races to break down the web of deceit and destruction before the city falls.
At the luxurious Roarke Palace Hotel, a maid walks into suite 4602 for the nightly turndown - and steps into her worst nightmare. A killer leaves her dead, strangled by a thin, silver wire. He's Sly Yost, a virtuoso of music and murder; a hit man for the elite.
Lieutenant Eve Dallas knows him well. But in this twisted case, knowing the killer doesn't help solve the crime. Because there's someone else involved. Someone with a very personal motive. And Eve must face a terrifying possibility that the real target may, in fact, be her husband, Roarke.
She was twenty-three and already in love. She was certain he'd be handsome. She would be dead before midnight.
Bryna Bankhead carefully dressed for her date with the wonderful Dante, a man she's only ever spoken to online. By the end of the night, rose petals are scattered, poetry has been quoted - and Bryna has been murdered.
What starts as a mistake, becomes a terrifying game, as two young men pursue their poisonous obsession with an illegal drug and an insatiable desire. As more girls are taken, homicide lieutenant Eve Dallas and her roguish husband Roarke must think fast and act even faster.
And then Eve discovers the secret to their destructive past and a deadly trap is set . . .
Murder was work. Some went about the job devotedly, others carelessly. And for some, murder was a labour of love.
On the day of his sixtieth birthday, Walter C. Pettibone is blissfully unaware of his impending death. His final act in life is to accept a glass of champagne by a woman with startling green eyes. A big mistake.
Homicide lieutenant Eve Dallas knows she faces a deadly foe - one with a frightening vendetta. And as the chase draws Eve dangerously close to her own dark past, her focus slips.
But then Eve's billionaire husband's name is put on Julianna's fatal list - and Eve ups her game. Luring Julianna into a dangerous trap which puts everyone at risk, Eve finds herself fighting for more than justice.
We seek only the purity of justice. By the time this message reaches you, the first execution will have taken place.
New York, the summer of 2059, and the unbearable heat drives everyone to the very edge of madness. So when homicide lieutenant Eve Dallas is called to a violent attack by a deranged man, she thinks she's in control. She couldn't be more wrong.
Someone is managing to spread insanity like a virus, forcing targeted criminals to lose their minds. But with a method of execution so unpredictable and brutal that even those behind it are starting to panic, Eve must act decisively.
Faced with a spiders-web of betrayal protecting those responsible, Eve is forced to fight back and fight dirty.
Her face was young and pretty, lips and cheeks rosy. 'She's dead isn't she? In this picture, she's already dead'
New York's top reporter is sent a glamorous portfolio - a beautiful girl in the prime of her life. But the camera lies. A closer look shows the girl's lifeless body held up by wires and clever lighting: immortalised and horrifying.
As the killer plucks more young people from their lives, Lieutenant Eve Dallas tries desperately to find a link. Trusting her instincts and her billionaire husband's shady past, Eve confronts the mounting panic.
But when a killer is consumed by a passionate madness, time is short . . .
After a tip from a reporter, Eve Dallas finds the body of a young woman in a Delancey street dumpster. Just hours before, the news station had mysteriously received a portfolio of professional portraits of the woman. The photos seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary for any pretty young woman starting a modeling career. Except that she wasn't a model. And that these photos were taken after she had been murdered.
Now Dallas is on the trail of a killer who's a perfectionist and an artist. He carefully observes and records his victim's every move. And he has a mission: to own every beautiful young woman's innocence, to capture her youth and vitality-in one fateful shot...
As Lieutenant Eve Dallas stood over what had once been a woman, she wondered when she would see worse than this.
Jack the Ripper, the Boston Strangler, Ted Bundy. The worst murderers in history and a new madman's inspiration. In the lost hours of the night a man in a top hat and swirling cloak leaves horror in his wake and a note to Eve Dallas, signed simply: Jack.
More murders follow and Eve quickly realises the killer's deadly game of imitation. But facing this calm and menacing presence, with a trail running through London, Paris and LA, Eve struggles to keep her focus.
At a time when legend collides with brutal reality, Eve needs all her wits about her . . .
She screamed once. Something, someone slipped out of the shadows. She collapsed beside the dead who had betrayed her.
Approaching her cheating husband and lying best friend, Reva Ewing is bent on revenge. But somebody got there first. In a desperate fight to prove her innocence Reva calls on the only man she can trust: Roarke, the roguish husband of Lieutenant Eve Dallas.
But the truth is messy: a complex artist, a long-lost brother, a deadly computer worm designed by terrorists - Eve and Roarke are dealing with a deeply volatile case where no one trusts a soul and everyone has their eye on a prize.
And the murder is far from what it seems . . .
She sat, her hands folded tightly together on her lap. She breathed in and out once. 'He took her eyes . . .'
As Elisa Maplewood walks her dog in the still twilight of Central Park, she is oblivious to the man lurking behind her. Later that night Lieutenant Eve Dallas gets a call: a young woman's body has been found on the rocks, wearing nothing but a red ribbon. And, more horrifyingly, she is missing her eyes.
Eve's investigation is thrown off course when an exotic and headstrong psychic, Celina Sanchez, insists she saw the murder in a vision. Eve dismisses her, but as the murders become more brutal, the visions more vivid, and Eve more desperate, Eve and Celina form an unstoppable team.