Naked. Vulnerable.A lamb among wolves.My life is no longer enchanted. My life is no longer a dream.My life is a nightmare, and my only hope is a man who's determined to fight my demons like they're his own.Only, in the quiet of the night, I worry he isn't my savior.He is my destruction.Burn (Book 6)Quinn O’Malley—a pigeon among hawks.I believed his quiet lies.His golden promises.His vows of devotion.But now I’m in his clutches. The more I struggle, the tighter his grip.He will not let me go.He claims I belong to him.I never will.I belong to one man—the man who still torments my dreams—Sasha Petrovich.Our love is wildfire and we will burn it all to ashes.Ashes (Book 7)Quinn O’Malley—a queen among warriors.I’m safe in the arms of the man I love.We have the chance at a future, but first we have to make it through our present.Another man has come between us; another man’s memory lingers in our bed.He wants one thing: to see Sasha die.Sacrifice for a sacrifice.My life for his.Fairy tales are for little girls.

    Melinda has been missing for weeks. The police would normally be all over it, but Melinda is a prostitute. Women in that line of work change addresses like they change lipstick. She probably just moved on.Staci is determined not to let Melinda become just another statistic added to the long list of girls who’ve gone missing over the years. Staci is also a prostitute – although not for much longer if Detective Reece Geary has anything to do with it. Reece will do anything to win Staci’s love. If that means putting his job on the line by launching an unofficial investigation, then so be it.Detective Jim Monahan is driven by his own dangerous obsession. He’s on the trail of a psychopath hiding behind a mask of respectability. Jim’s investigation has already taken him down a rabbit hole of corruption and depravity. He’s about to discover that the hole goes deeper still. Much, much deeper...

    The barest of clues lead him on a desperate quest to hunt down the hidden ringleaders of the conspiracy and find evidence that might ultimately clear his name. As he goes along, Arkin begins to wrangle with the question of whether the group should, in the interest of the greater good of humanity, be left to its philanthropic but murderous ways.

    Sarah and Cory would take Adrienne's body to Sarah's grandparents' farm where they attempted to burn it to no avail. They would then recruit another friend to help dismember the body after which they would dump it in a historic site. The three then went and ate lunch at McDonald's to celebrate their crime. What would ever possess these teens to commit such a horrific crime?

    The women he picked up never came back...His Methods: Rape and Torture For years, police built a long list of missing prostitutes, women at the edge of society. Some people claimed there was a serial killer. One detective lost his job for saying so. But investigators didn't have a single body...until someone found a skull sawed in half...The Pig Farm MurdersOn land that had made his family millions, on a squalid pig farm near a school, a condo development and a Starbucks, Robert Pickton ran a house of horrors for decades. Friends, neighbors and community leaders came and went, while Pickton committed debauchery, torture, and bloodletting rivaling the worst on record. What he did to his victims was unspeakable. What he did to the bodies was unimaginable. How he got away with it is the most shocking crime of all...

    Together with his brother Ronnie, he rose through the ranks of London's East End gangland to run an evil empire of vice and villainy. But, after half a lifetime behind bars, Reg wants to set the record straight. Here, in his own words, is the true story of his life as one half of a criminal double act with his brother Ronnie, the chilling career of two street-wise kids who became standard-bearers of violence - from fire-bombings to shootings and cold-blooded murder. But here too is the inner voice of a one-time mobster who learned compassion through his own struggle to come to terms with a life sentence.

    

    The first time the killer thought he had succeeded, and he left Stacy bleeding in her bed. But a few minutes later he must have heard her moaning and returned to her upstairs bedroom. This time he approached the bed, pointed a .22 caliber rifle at her young face, and pulled the trigger again. Then he left.Later that morning, Memorial Day, May 25, 2005, the Logan County Sheriff would declare it a rampage. According to Sheriff Henry, 18-year-old Scott Moody lived on a family farm with his mother and sister; his grandparents lived nearby. The night before his high school graduation something snapped, and Scott went on a shooting spree. He murdered his two grandparents, his mother, a high school classmate who had spent the night after a graduation party, his girlfriend, and then he turned the rifle on himself, committing suicide. He thought he had killed his 15-year-old sister, but she was life-flighted to a hospital in Columbus where she remained in critical condition. Sheriff Henry declared the mystery solved: “It was horribly tragic, a murder/suicide case.”Three days later, Stacy woke up in intensive care. When asked by the county coroner to explain what happened – clearly expecting her to say that her brother, Scott, had shot her – Stacy, in a weak, distressed voice said something else. It was an older man with gray hair, wearing a blue shirt, someone she had never seen before. And then, once again – what everyone suspected but were afraid to publicly talk about – was the Logan County Sheriff’s Office really corrupt?After Stacy was released from the hospital, Detective Jon Stout wanted to interview her in private, away from the influence of her father and stepmother. On a Sunday afternoon he took 15-year-old Stacy in his unmarked cruiser to a shaded parking lot behind the county children services building. It was there he coerced her into taking off her clothes, playfully handcuffing her to the steering wheel, and then forcibly having sex with her. It was only a matter of time before wrongful death actions were filed against Scott’s estate. That’s when Scott’s father, wanting to remove the stigma of his son’s reputation, hired outside experts, who easily refuted the idea that Scott had been the shooter. People in the community knew all along what had happened. The sheriff’s office was corrupt. Underage sex and illicit drugs had finally raised their ugly heads.