White Lies
One of Library Journal’s
Best Romances of the Year
The bestselling author of All Night Long and Falling Awake takes us beyond the everyday boundaries of the mind—and the heart—in a compulsively readable new novel of power, deception and danger.
Level-ten parasensitive Clare Lancaster has resigned herself to the fact that she may never find a suitable mate. A human lie detector, any falsehood—no matter how subtle—sets her blood racing. And most people, to one degree or another, hide behind a façade.
Including her father’s new business “consultant,” Jake Salter. His careful conversation walks a delicate line between truth and deception. But it is with his help that Clare begins to unravel a web of conspiracy and murder involving the powerful Arizona family that she just became a part of. Caught in a dizzying storm of secrets, lies and half-truths, Clare and Jake will plunge into an investigation that demands every bit of their special gifts, as something more than mere attraction sparks between them…
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Sizzle and Burn
BY JAYNE ANN KRENTZ
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BY AMANDA QUICK
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“Whether the plots are contemporary, historical or futuristic, Krentz delivers the punch her readers are looking for, with imaginative story lines, strong characters, intriguing plot twists and plenty of hot romantic chemistry.”
—The Seattle Times
“Krentz adds an intriguing paranormal twist to her already irresistible, deliciously dry humor.”
—Chicago Tribune
“Krentz delivers another evocative romance… [a] densely plotted Krentz confection.”
—Publishers Weekly
“This lively romance with a paranormal touch has the potential to appeal to Krentz’s fans across the board… Compelling and well done.”
—Library Journal
“A seductive, sharply witty, paranormal-flavored thriller in which she deftly infuses an expertly crafted plot with sizzling sexual chemistry between two intriguing protagonists to create another of her supremely addictive tales of romantic suspense.”
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All Night Long
“In her signature sharp and witty fashion, Jayne Ann Krentz mixes desire and danger to create a riveting novel of romantic suspense.”
—Chicago Tribune
“A master of romantic mystery and suspense novels.”
—The Columbus Dispatch
“Krentz is in top form here.”
—The Seattle Times
“Superb romantic mystery.”
—The Oakland Press
Falling Awake
“Will surely keep the sandman at bay… Terrific.”
—The Roanoke (VA) Times
“Romantic tension sizzles… Tightly plotted… fully developed characters and crafty plot twists.”
—The Philadelphia Inquirer
“Yet another winning tale of romantic suspense… As always, Krentz creates an intelligent, likable couple, wonderful secondary characters and a fast-paced story that will keep readers turning the pages.”
—Library Journal
Truth or Dare
“Compelling.”
—The Sunday Age (Melbourne, Australia)
“There’s a reason Jayne Ann Krentz sells so many books… [She] continues to exhibit a fine knack for entertaining her readers.”
—Fort Worth Star-Telegram
“Ranks with some of Krentz’s most entertaining work.”
—The Seattle Times
Light in Shadow
“If Krentz’s newest thriller doesn’t send your pulse racing, dial your cardiologist’s number… Packed with twists and shockers till the explosive ending.”
—Publishers Weekly
“One of Krentz’s best.”
—The Seattle Times
Smoke in Mirrors
“Hearts will flutter. Spines will tingle.”
—People
“Passion smolders… Krentz is a master… The characters are the heart of the book and the reason why she has sold more than twenty-three million copies of her novels. This is vintage Krentz.”
—The Seattle Times
“Quick and witty and the romance sizzles. Smoke in Mirrors reads fast and will make you smile, wince and sigh. What else could you want?”
—The (Columbia, SC) State
Lost & Found
“Delightful.”
—People
“A compelling mystery laced with an equally compelling romance.”
—The Newark Star-Ledger
Soft Focus
“A healthy dose of suspense… Krentz has so much fun sending up the noir genre that you won’t mind going along for the ride.”
—People
“What could be more perfectly Krentz?… [Her] writing is clean and breezy, with many laugh-aloud chapter endings and a satisfyingly feel-good conclusion.”
—Publishers Weekly
Titles by Jayne Ann Krentz
SIZZLE AND BURN FLASH
WHITE LIES SHARP EDGES
ALL NIGHT LONG DEEP WATERS
FALLING AWAKE ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY
TRUTH OR DARE TRUST ME
LIGHT IN SHADOW GRAND PASSION
SUMMER IN ECLIPSE BAY HIDDEN TALENTS
TOGETHER IN ECLIPSE BAY WILDEST HEARTS
SMOKE IN MIRRORS FAMILY MAN
LOST & FOUND PERFECT PARTNERS
DAWN IN ECLIPSE BAY SWEET FORTUNE
SOFT FOCUS SILVER LININGS
ECLIPSE BAY THE GOLDEN CHANCE
EYE OF THE BEHOLDER
Titles by Jayne Ann Krentz writing as Amanda Quick
THE RIVER KNOWS MISCHIEF
SECOND SIGHT MYSTIQUE
LIE BY MOONLIGHT MISTRESS
THE PAID COMPANION DECEPTION
WAIT UNTIL MIDNIGHT DESIRE
LATE FOR THE WEDDING DANGEROUS
DON’T LOOK BACK RECKLESS
SLIGHTLY SHADY RAVISHED
WICKED WIDOW RENDEZVOUS
I THEE WED SCANDAL
WITH THIS RING SURRENDER
AFFAIR SEDUCTION
Titles by Jayne Ann Krentz writing as Jayne Castle
SILVER MASTER AFTER DARK
GHOST HUNTER AMARYLLIS
AFTER GLOW ZINNIA
HARMONY ORCHID
Anthologies
CHARMED
(with Julie Beard, Lori Foster, and Eileen Wilks)
Titles written by Jayne Ann Krentz and Jayne Castle
NO GOING BACK
JAYNE ANN KRENTZ
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For Suzanne Simmons,
with thanks for an extraordinary
and enduring friendship.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again,
you are not only a fantastic writer,
you are one of the sisters I never had.
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-seven
Chapter Twenty-eight
Chapter Twenty-nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-one
Chapter Thirty-two
Chapter Thirty-three
Chapter Thirty-four
Chapter Thirty-five
Chapter Thirty-six
Chapter Thirty-seven
Chapter Thirty-eight
Chapter Thirty-nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-one
Chapter Forty-two
Chapter Forty-three
Chapter Forty-four
Chapter Forty-five
Chapter Forty-six
Chapter Forty-seven
Chapter Forty-eight
Chapter Forty-nine
Chapter Fifty
Chapter Fifty-one
Chapter Fifty-two
Sizzle and Burn
The Third Circle
Prologue
Eight months earlier…
Clare Lancaster sat in the café of a large bookstore in Phoenix, Arizona, waiting for the half sister she had never met. A chaotic mix of anticipation, anxiety, longing and uncertainty churned her insides to such an extent that she could not drink the green tea she had ordered.
Even if she had not seen photographs and read articles about Elizabeth Glazebrook and her wealthy, influential family in the Arizona newspapers and house-and-garden magazines, she would have recognized her the moment she walked through the door.
It certainly wasn’t because there was much in the way of family resemblance, Clare thought. At five foot three and a half, she was accustomed to having to look up, not only to most men but to many women as well. She was aware that, like Napoleon, she sometimes tended to over-compensate.
Friends and those who were fond of her called her feisty. Those who were not friends tended to go for other descriptors: difficult, stubborn, assertive and bossy. On occasion the words “bitch” and “ballbuster” had been used, often by men who had discovered the hard way that she was not nearly as easy to get into bed as they had assumed.
Elizabeth was her polar opposite: tall and willowy with a cloud of honey-brown, shoulder-length hair brightened by the desert sun and the discreet touch of a very expensive salon. Her features had a lovely, patrician symmetry that gave her an elegant profile.
But what one noticed most of all about Elizabeth was her style. Her half sister did not have merely good taste in clothes, jewelry and accessories, Clare thought, she had exquisite taste. She knew the precise colors to wear to enhance her natural good looks, and she had an unerring eye when it came to detail.
Until her recent marriage to Brad McAllister, Elizabeth had been one of the most successful interior designers in the Southwest. Things had changed dramatically in the past few months. The once thriving business had fallen apart.
Elizabeth hesitated briefly in the doorway of the café, searching the small crowd. Clare started to raise a hand to get her attention. There was no reason why Elizabeth should recognize her. After all, she had never had her work featured in glossy, high-end magazines and she’d certainly never had her wedding photographed for the society pages of a newspaper. She’d never had a wedding. But that was another issue.
To her amazement, Elizabeth stopped scanning the room the instant she noticed Clare sitting in the corner. She started through the maze of tables.
My sister, Clare thought. She knows me, just as I would have known her, even if I had never seen a photograph.
When Elizabeth drew closer Clare saw the barely veiled terror shimmering in her hazel eyes.
“Thank God you came,” Elizabeth whispered. The beautifully crafted leather handbag she carried shook a little in her tightly clutched fingers.
Clare’s anxiety and uncertainty vanished in a heartbeat. She was on her feet, hugging Elizabeth as if they had known each other all their lives.
“It’s all right,” she said. “It’s going to be okay.”
“No, it’s not,” Elizabeth whispered, tears drowning the words. “He’s going to kill me. No one believes me. They think I’m crazy. They all say he’s the perfect husband.”
“I believe you,” Clare said.
Chapter One
Jake Salter was standing in the shadows at the far end of the long veranda, all his senses—normal and paranormal—open to the desert night, when he felt the hair stir on the nape of his neck. It was the first warning he had that something was about to put his entire, careful
ly laid strategy in jeopardy.
The hunter in him knew better than to ignore the disturbing sensation.
The ominous indicator of disaster took the shape of a small, nondescript compact car turning into the crowded driveway of the big Glazebrook house.
Something wicked this way comes. Or something very, very interesting. In his experience, the two often went together.
“It looks like we have a late arrival,” Myra Glazebrook said. “I can’t imagine who it is. I’m sure that everyone who was invited tonight is already here or sent regrets.”
Jake watched the little compact crawl slowly forward. The driver was searching for a parking place amid the array of expensive sedans, heavy SUVs and limos that littered the drive. Like a rabbit approaching a desert watering hole that had already attracted a lot of mountain lions.
Good luck, Jake thought.
There was no space left in the wide, circular court that fronted the big house. The Glazebrooks were entertaining this evening. Archer and Myra Glazebrook called their annual July cocktail gala the Desert Rats Party. This evening, everyone who was anyone in the affluent community of Stone Canyon, Arizona, who had not fled the merciless summer heat for cooler climes was here.
“Must be someone from the caterer’s staff,” Myra said. She watched the compact with growing disapproval.
The little car finished one complete circle of the drive without finding a place to alight. Undaunted, it scurried around for a second attempt.
Myra’s jaw firmed. “The caterer’s people were told to park at the back of the house. They’re not supposed to take up space in front. That’s for the guests.”
“Maybe this particular member of the staff didn’t get the word,” Jake said.
The compact was sweeping toward them again, headlights bouncing off the gleaming fenders of the larger vehicles. Jake was sure now that the driver was not going to give up.
“Sooner or later he’s going to realize that there is no room left in the drive,” Myra said. “He’ll have to go around to the back.”
Don’t bet on it, Jake thought. There was something very determined about the manner in which the driver was searching for a parking space.
The compact abruptly came to a defiant halt directly behind a sleek silver-gray BMW.
Out of all the cars here tonight, you had to pick that one to block, Jake thought. What are the odds?