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It was the one case Detective Sam Vernelli couldn’t solve: the murder of his fiancée more than a decade ago.So he’s not about to let her sister Claire Fontaine go it alone against whoever is threatening her. As Sam and Claire begin to uncover the truth, the price of revealing it could be more than they bargained for.

‘Absolutely fantastic, had me gripped!!! Loved it!’ 5 stars, NetGalley reviewer When human remains are discovered under Bradford’s derelict Odeon car park, DS Nikita Parekh and her team are immediately called to the scene. Distracted by keeping her young nephew out of trouble, Nikki is relieved when the investigation is transferred to the Cold Case Unit, and she can finally focus on her family. But after the identity of the victim is revealed, she’s soon drawn back into the case. The dead man is a direct link to her painful past. As the body count begins to rise, Nikki must do everything she can to stop the killer in their tracks before anyone else gets hurt – even if it means digging up secrets she had long kept hidden… For readers of Angela Marsons and LJ Ross comes a gritty new crime series featuring bold, brave and ferocious D. S. Nikki Parekh. Readers LOVE Last Request: ‘I devoured this over two nights, literally not being able to put it down. ’ 5 stars, NetGalley reviewer ‘Amazing… A story so twisted it makes your head spin in a good way. ’ 5 stars, NetGalley reviewer ‘An excellent crime thriller… Entertaining and exciting and a particularly satisfying finale… Engrossing. ’ 5 stars, NetGalley reviewer ‘Gripping from beginning to end, and I enjoyed each and every moment of it!’ 5 stars, NetGalley reviewer ‘From the first page to the last it kept you gripped. ’ 5 stars, NetGalley reviewer ‘Great read!’ 5 stars, NetGalley reviewer ‘A cracking good read. ’ 5 stars, NetGalley reviewer

I pay strangers to sleep with me. I have my reasons. . . . But they're not the ones you'd expect. For starters, I'm a funeral director taking over my dad's business. Not exactly the kind of person you'd expect to fork over cash for the lust and urgency only live skin-to-skin contact can create. Looking at me, you wouldn't have a clue I carry this little secret so close it creases up like the folds of a fan. Tight. Personal. Ready to unravel in the heat of the moment.Unsurprisingly, my line of work brings me face-to-face with loss. So I decided long ago that paying for sex would be one of the best (and arousing) ways to save myself from the one thing that would eventually cut far too deep. But Sam was a mistake. Literally. I signed on to «pick up» a stranger at a bar, but took Sam home instead.And now that I've felt his heat, his sweat and everything else, can I really go back to impersonal? Let's just hope he never finds out about my other life. . . .