Everybody at Briar has a story about Genevieve Laurent. Dean Di Laurentis wishes he didn't have one too.

The dead don't lie. But the living? They're experts at it. Jake Miller is a man of logic. As the city's lead Medical Examiner, he trusts facts over people. But when a string of perfect deaths hits his table, his logic fails him. The cases are too clean, the evidence too quiet. He's hunting a shadow he can't see, until Elena Rhodes walks into his lab. As the voice behind the true-crime podcast The Final Breath, Elena is a nursing school dropout who was too sensitive for the wards. Now, she spends her nights dissecting death through a microphone. She has a gift for seeing what others miss Granted exclusive access to shadow Jake, Elena turns his sterile world upside down. Between the cold steel of the morgue and the heat of an undeniable attraction, a dangerous game begins. Jake is convinced she's the key to catching a killer, Elena is just trying to stay one step ahead of his brilliant mind. In a city of secrets, the most lethal one isn't on the table. It's standing right next to you.

[brother's best friend & rockstar] Juliette has sworn off players and bad boys after her last boyfriend. But when her brother gets her a spot as the photographer for his friend, rockstar and notorious playboy, Logan Alexander's tour, she finds that may be easier said than done. He puts her self control to the test, but Logan, with his walls built up sky high, never expected that she would test his too. 18+ only! Fair warning that there will be explicit sexual content. -------------- "I don't think I believe you don't want my hands on you, Freckles. The look in your eyes tells a different story. You want to know what I think?" He asked and I was silent, the feeling of his fingers, now swirling below my navel, was overwhelming me. "I think you can't stop thinking about me. I think you have been dreaming about the way I touched you." My breath caught in my throat and the look on his face told me he could tell. "I bet you even touched yourself, thinking about the way my cock felt pressed against your thin little panties." Every inch of my body was burning so hot I thought smoke might start rising from my skin. No one had ever spoken to me like that, and it was stoking something inside me I didn't know existed. "Did you make yourself cum thinking about losing control with me, Princess?" I gulped, the words stuck deep in my throat. He was right but I couldn't give him that satisfaction. I bit my lip and shook my head, unable to summon words. "So if I were to slide my fingers down," His hand slipped inside the top of my jeans, toying with the lace of my panties, "into your sweet, little pussy, you're saying you wouldn't be all wet for me, Freckles?" I was practically panting. What was I doing before this? I couldn't seem to remember how I got here anymore. I shook my head, no. "Should we test that theory, baby?"