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Chapters (52)
  1. “I’VE NEVER LIED TO YOU, DANA.”
  2. Also by
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright Page
  5. Dedication
  6. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  7. Chapter One
  8. Chapter Two
  9. Chapter Three
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. Chapter Ten
  17. Chapter Eleven
  18. Chapter Twelve
  19. Chapter Thirteen
  20. Chapter Fourteen
  21. Chapter Fifteen
  22. Chapter Sixteen
  23. Chapter Seventeen
  24. Chapter Eighteen
  25. Chapter Nineteen
  26. Chapter Twenty
  27. Chapter Twenty-One
  28. Chapter Twenty-Two
  29. Chapter Twenty-Three
  30. Chapter Twenty-Four
  31. Chapter Twenty-Five
  32. Chapter Twenty-Six
  33. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  34. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  35. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  36. Chapter Thirty
  37. Chapter Thirty-One
  38. Chapter Thirty-Two
  39. Chapter Thirty-Three
  40. Chapter Thirty-Four
  41. Chapter Thirty-Five
  42. Chapter Thirty-Six
  43. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  44. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  45. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  46. Chapter Forty
  47. Chapter Forty-One
  48. Chapter Forty-Two
  49. Chapter Forty-Three
  50. Chapter Forty-Four
  51. Epilogue
  52. Teaser chapter

“Why would anybody want that guy dead?” Dana asked.

Wolfe tightened his hold on her nape.

Trentington took a big gulp. “Albert Nelson had some shady dealings, I’m afraid. I knew he’d broken the law a few times in the past, but when we conducted a background check for membership, he came up clean.” He smiled at Dana. “I can assure you we have plenty of security in place, and that whoever wanted Albert Nelson dead was after him specifically.”

Ah. That explained the guy on the sofa. “The police are here, aren’t they?” Wolfe muttered. No wonder they were having a second party so soon after the murder. “What time is the roundup?” There was one good way to question everyone in a private organization and that was to get them all together in the same place.

“I’ve been promised no roundup.” Trentington switched easily into telling the truth, didn’t he? “They’re cataloging people, license plates, and planning to make contact next week.”

Wolfe sighed. “You handed over the membership documents.”

“They had a subpoena, Wolfe.” Trentington took a big sip.

“So the police will make contact next week, threaten to go public, and get folks to cooperate.” Wolfe would need to make sure Brigid had his cover ID all up to snuff. His name was Zeke Warrington, but Wolfe was his nickname from his hunting days. Or something like that.

“Most folks aren’t ashamed of their BDSM lifestyle,” Trentington murmured. “We’re practically mainstream these days.” He nodded at a stunning redhead in pasties walking his way. “Though you might want to take full advantage of tonight’s party because we may have to take a break until they solve Nelson’s murder.”

Wolfe set the bottle back on the counter. “Good advice. For now, do you have a lounge or somewhere where subs have lockers?” It was standard practice.

Trentington nodded. “Yes. The guest suite on the other side of the living room has been set up with lockers and a quiet place for subs.”

“Good.” Wolfe rubbed Dana’s neck. “Go lose the high heels, sweetheart. I want you barefoot tonight.” So she could run if necessary.

She paused. “Wh—”

He tightened his hold.

Irritation flared in her eyes, but she held her tongue. It was all he could do not to grin. “Now.” He removed the beer from her hand.

She nodded and turned to go through the crowd.

Trentington chuckled. “You’ll have a tough time taming that one.”

Wolfe watched the sway of her curvy ass. “It’s a good thing I don’t want her tamed, then.”

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen