Guns and Roses
Toni McGee Causey, Allison Brennan, Sylvia Day, Laura Griffin, Sophie Littlefield, Lori G Armstrong, Lorelei James, Josie Brown, Karin Tabke, Roxanne St Claire
Murder She Writes Press, Feb 21, 2012 - Fiction
Murder She Writes presents a one-of-a-kind romantic suspense anthology with ten all-new short stories and novellas that promise thrills, chills, romance, intrigue, passion, danger, murder...and love. Penned by New York Times and award winning authors, some stories in this exclusive collection will make you laugh out loud while others will force you to sleep with the lights on.
These never-before-published stories were penned by: Lori Armstrong, Allison Brennan, Josie Brown, Toni McGee Causey, Sylvia Day, Laura Griffin, Lorelei James, Sophie Littlefield, Roxanne St. Claire, and Karin Tabke.
MurderSheWrites.com is a six-year-old blog of suspense and romance writers who collectively have more than 150 books published, nearly two years on the NYT best seller list, and are the recipients of several major awards, including the RITA, the Shamus, the Anthony, and the Daphne.
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