Books by J. D. Robb

She screamed once. Something, someone slipped out of the shadows. She collapsed beside the dead who had betrayed her.Approaching her cheating husband and lying best friend, Reva Ewing is bent on revenge. But somebody got there first. In a desperate fight to prove her innocence Reva calls on the only man she can trust: Roarke, the roguish husband of Lieutenant Eve Dallas.But the truth is messy: a complex artist, a long-lost brother, a deadly computer worm designed by terrorists - Eve and Roarke are dealing with a deeply volatile case where no one trusts a soul and everyone has their eye on a prize.And the murder is far from what it seems . . .

As Lieutenant Eve Dallas stood over what had once been a woman, she wondered when she would see worse than this.Jack the Ripper, the Boston Strangler, Ted Bundy. The worst murderers in history and a new madman's inspiration. In the lost hours of the night a man in a top hat and swirling cloak leaves horror in his wake and a note to Eve Dallas, signed simply: Jack.More murders follow and Eve quickly realises the killer's deadly game of imitation. But facing this calm and menacing presence, with a trail running through London, Paris and LA, Eve struggles to keep her focus.At a time when legend collides with brutal reality, Eve needs all her wits about her . . .

Her face was young and pretty, lips and cheeks rosy. 'She's dead isn't she? In this picture, she's already dead'New York's top reporter is sent a glamorous portfolio - a beautiful girl in the prime of her life. But the camera lies. A closer look shows the girl's lifeless body held up by wires and clever lighting: immortalised and horrifying. As the killer plucks more young people from their lives, Lieutenant Eve Dallas tries desperately to find a link. Trusting her instincts and her billionaire husband's shady past, Eve confronts the mounting panic.But when a killer is consumed by a passionate madness, time is short . . .

The sickness came into the center of her belly and lay there like a tumor. They've been cloning girls. Not just messing with DNA. But creating them. Selling them.The world famous cosmetic surgeon, Dr Wilfred Icove, has been found dead - a cold, brutal scalpel to the heart. He is a man with nothing to hide, but when Lieutenant Eve Dallas exposes Dr Icove's patient records, a distressing image appears.Eve's trail leads to an exclusive boarding school for girls. A strange, isolated place where everything seems perfect. A little too perfect. And when the main benefactor turns out to be a genius geneticist, Eve readies an attack.With the girls nearing perfection and the men nearing insanity, Eve suspects something truly horrifying is happening . . .

Murder was always an insult. But the murder, bloody and brutal, of an entire family in their own home, was a different form of evil.Nixie Swisher crept down the stairs for a drink - and saved her own life. When Lieutenant Eve Dallas is called to the house minutes later, she finds the whole family murdered in their beds. But the killers made a mistake: they left a survivor.Nixie saw everything. And unfortunately for her, these elite killers soon realise they need to finish the job. So Eve and her billionaire husband Roarke give everything they can to keep Nixie safe in their own home.And then a terrifying climax reveals there may be more to Nixie than meets the eye . . .

She sat, her hands folded tightly together on her lap. She breathed in and out once. 'He took her eyes . . .'As Elisa Maplewood walks her dog in the still twilight of Central Park, she is oblivious to the man lurking behind her. Later that night Lieutenant Eve Dallas gets a call: a young woman's body has been found on the rocks, wearing nothing but a red ribbon. And, more horrifyingly, she is missing her eyes.Eve's investigation is thrown off course when an exotic and headstrong psychic, Celina Sanchez, insists she saw the murder in a vision. Eve dismisses her, but as the murders become more brutal, the visions more vivid, and Eve more desperate, Eve and Celina form an unstoppable team.

Revenge, courage and murky pasts collide in these two exclusive J. D. Robb short stories.Midnight in DeathEve's name has made a Christmas list, but it's not for being naughty or nice. It's for putting a serial killer behind bars. Now he's escaped and has her in his sights.With her husband, Roarke, at her side, Eve must stop this madman from exacting his bloody revenge - or die trying . . .Set between Holiday in Death and Conspiracy in Death.Interlude in DeathWhen respected Commander Skinner offers Lieutenant Eve Dallas a promotion if she'll give her husband Roarke up to custody, she reacts badly. Roarke's Irish past is murky, but he's a changed man - so what is the Commander after?With Eve and Skinner at one of Roarke's holiday resorts for a police convention, Skinner's thwarted vengeance soon brings death to their luxury surroundings . . .Set between Betrayal in Death and Seduction in Death.

'We've got a corpse that looks like one of the investigators, a houseful of Hollywood and a media machine that's going to eat it like gooey chocolate.'Lieutenant Eve Dallas is panicking - and she's not at a crime scene. Forced to attend a celeb-packed party for a new movie based on her most famous case, she is surrounded by actors who look like everyone in her life. Then brutal reality crashes through the sparkly facade.There's been a murder.The obnoxious actress playing Eve's partner, Peabody, has been found face down in the rooftop pool. It's hard to find anyone who didn't have a motive for killing her, but Eve must fight to keep a clear head and stop a calculated killer.'Robb gives us another great thriller' Linda Fairstein

At the luxurious Roarke Palace Hotel, a maid walks into suite 4602 for the nightly turndown - and steps into her worst nightmare. A killer leaves her dead, strangled by a thin, silver wire. He's Sly Yost, a virtuoso of music and murder; a hit man for the elite. Lieutenant Eve Dallas knows him well. But in this twisted case, knowing the killer doesn't help solve the crime. Because there's someone else involved. Someone with a very personal motive. And Eve must face a terrifying possibility that the real target may, in fact, be her husband, Roarke.

There was always an audience for murder. Opening night at New York's New Globe Theatre turns from stage scene to crime scene when the leading man is stabbed to death right on centre stage. Now Eve Dallas has a high profile celebrity homicide on her hands. Not only is she primary detective, she's also a witness - and when the press discovers that her husband, Roarke, owns the theatre, there's more media interest than either can handle. The only way out is to move fast. Question everyone - and everything. And in the meantime, try to tell the difference between the truth - and really good acting...

Eve Dallas has been chosen by a deadly revolutionary group, Cassandra, as their one true adversary. While investigating the seemingly simple case of a jealous lover killing her partner, she receives a disk from Cassandra, telling her to expect a demonstration of their power. Arriving just in time to see one of her billionaire husband Roarke's empty properties blown up, the link continues as more of Roarke's city landmarks are destroyed, testing Eve and her team to the limit and costing more and more lives.Discovering that Cassandra is linked to a previous group, responsible for blowing up the Pentagon several years ago, things turn increasingly sinister as Eve realises that the murdered man and his family are implicated, and she races to break down the web of deceit and destruction before the city falls.

With the precision of a surgeon, a serial killer preys on the most vulnerable of souls on the world's city streets. The first victim: a homeless person, found dead in New York City. No bruises, no signs of a struggle. Just a laser-perfect, fist-sized hole where his heart had once been.Detective Eve Dallas is assigned to investigate. But as she is lured into a cat-and-mouse game with the killer, Dallas also becomes the focus of an internal investigation. In her mind, Eve feels she has done nothing except irritate some fellow cops with connections in high places. But her struggle to bring a murderer to justice is about to be hindered by the fight to save her career.

We seek only the purity of justice. By the time this message reaches you, the first execution will have taken place.New York, the summer of 2059, and the unbearable heat drives everyone to the very edge of madness. So when homicide lieutenant Eve Dallas is called to a violent attack by a deranged man, she thinks she's in control. She couldn't be more wrong.Someone is managing to spread insanity like a virus, forcing targeted criminals to lose their minds. But with a method of execution so unpredictable and brutal that even those behind it are starting to panic, Eve must act decisively. Faced with a spiders-web of betrayal protecting those responsible, Eve is forced to fight back and fight dirty.

Murder was work. Some went about the job devotedly, others carelessly. And for some, murder was a labour of love.On the day of his sixtieth birthday, Walter C. Pettibone is blissfully unaware of his impending death. His final act in life is to accept a glass of champagne by a woman with startling green eyes. A big mistake.Homicide lieutenant Eve Dallas knows she faces a deadly foe - one with a frightening vendetta. And as the chase draws Eve dangerously close to her own dark past, her focus slips.But then Eve's billionaire husband's name is put on Julianna's fatal list - and Eve ups her game. Luring Julianna into a dangerous trap which puts everyone at risk, Eve finds herself fighting for more than justice.

He is an expert with the latest technology...a madman with the mind of a genius and the heart of a killer. He quietly stalks his prey. Then he haunts the police with cryptic riddles about the crimes he is about to commit - always solved moments too late to save his victims' lives. Police lieutenant Eve Dallas finds the first victim butchered in his own home. The second loses his life in a vacant luxury apartment. The two men had little in common. Both suffered unspeakable torture before their deaths. And both had ties to an ugly secret of ten years past - a secret shared by none other than Eve's new husband, Roarke.

Meet me tomorrow, midnight. Aquarian Club. TELL NO ONE.'When New York cop Frank Wojinski is found murdered, death gets very personal for homicide detective, Eve Dallas - and she'll stop at nothing to find Frank's killer.But then another victim is claimed: Frank's own granddaughter. As Eve delves deeper into the case, more mutilated corpses are discovered. Then a dead body is placed outside Eve's home. Drawn into the sinister world of a sexual satanic cult, Eve must put her life on the line to uncover a sadistic killer, before she becomes his latest victim.

He killed himself, Lieutenant. He was hanging there, just hanging there from the ceiling light in the living room. And his face . . . Oh God.'Death follows New York City cop Eve Dallas everywhere - even on her honeymoon with Irish lover Roarke. When one of Roarke's employees is found dead, the post-mortem confirms suicide. An isolated case, or so Eve thinks.But more suicides follow - strangers with nothing in common. The pathologist's report states each victim has an unexplained mark on their brain. Is this a genetic abnormality or a high-tech method of murder? With the body count rising, Eve must delve into the world of virtual reality to hunt down a twisted killer. A killer who preys on the minds of the innocent.

He looked at his hands, covered with her blood, at the wild spatters of it on the walls. An artist, he mused. Maybe he should be an artist.Murder doesn't stop for Thanksgiving. As NYPSD Lieutenant Eve Dallas and her billionaire husband Roarke prepare for family and friends to descend, an ungrateful son, Jerald Reinhold, decides to shut up his nagging parents - for good. Soon Jerald is working his way through anyone who has ever thwarted him in his path to an easy life. While a frustrated Eve struggles to consider all the potential victims, Jerald stays one terrifying step ahead. As the holiday begins, Eve is desperately focussed on identifying which victim will be next on Jerald's list . . .

The dead were her business. She lived with them, worked with them, studied them. She dreamed of them. Murder no longer shocked, but it continued to repel. The first victim is found lying on a sidewalk in the rain. The second murdered in her own apartment building. Both have had their throats slashed.New York City homicide lieutenant Eve Dallas has no problem finding connections between the two crimes. Both women were beautiful and successful; their glamorous lives and loves the talk of the city. And their intimate relations with powerful men provide Eve with a long list of suspects - including her own lover, Roarke. As a woman, Eve is compelled to trust the man who shares her bed. But as a cop, it's her job to follow every lead, to explore every secret passion, no matter how dark. Or how dangerous.

Crime and punishment is Lieutenant Eve Dallas's business. Murder her speciality. Named by the social worker who found her when she was a mere child roaming that city's streets, Eve Dallas is a New York police detective who lives for her job. In over ten years on the force, she's seen it all - and knows her survival depends on her instincts. But she's going against every warning telling her not to get involved with Roarke, a charismatic Irish billionaire - and a suspect in Eve's latest murder investigation. But passion and seduction have rules of their own, and it's up to Eve to take a chance in the arms of a man she knows nothing about - except the addictive hunger of needing his touch.

His heart began to thud, his throat to close. He tried to pull his body from the pool. 'I'll help you', his killer said. He felt no pain.A young teacher sips a hot chocolate, blissfully unaware that his first taste condemns him to an agonising death. The community around him is devastated and suspiciously protective of their own. No one is better equipped to see through the lies than homicide Lieutenant Eve Dallas, but she is distracted by the arrival of her husband Roarke's ex-lover, an impossibly glamorous vixen, determined to steal Roarke back. But Eve's personal life must wait when a second murder victim is found, and everyone's eyes turn to the perfect school at the heart of it all. Its secret will soon be out . . .

Eve wasn't sure what it said about her that she was more comfortable in the morgue than a baby boutique. And she didn't care. The scent of death was the familiar.Rushing to the murder scenes of a tortured young woman, Eve is far more at home than when organising best friend Mavis's baby shower. And then one of Mavis's guests - the young, pregnant Tandy - disappears into thin air. Eve steps in, but when the facts begin to blur with the earlier murders, she unearths a chilling trail of deception and cold-blooded greed, leading to a terrifying hunt to find Tandy before time runs out.'Fast-paced, superbly crafted' Library Journal

Cold rimmed her belly, frosted its way up to her throat. She couldn't breathe through the ice of it. Fear scratched at her throat. 'How did you find me?'Nothing shocks Eve Dallas. As New York's most prominent and headstrong homicide Lieutenant, she's seen everything. But when someone from her past shows up - someone sickly sweet and viciously cruel - Eve panics.Foster carer Trudy Lombard spent years traumatising the young and the vulnerable. To the tough, aggressive Eve, these memories cut deep. So when Trudy is found lying dead in a pool of her own blood days after their meeting, Eve feels nothing. But the cop inside her vows to find the killer.And all the while her memories torment her. . . 'Gut-searing emotional drama' David Baldacci