L'amour of Death

Book 31 in the FBI Romance/Erotica series. This book contains language, adult situations, and M/F/M sex scenes. It is not for the faint at heart. Love is in the air. So is death. Paris has been the City of Love for a very long time, but now it’s falling apart. As Elizabeth LaRue and Christopher Leonard take a break—a long deserved one—at an international crime symposium, their holiday, again, is cut short. One of their own has turned up dead, outside of their jurisdiction. Only, he’s not alone. Paris has lost two of their own officers in an ugly little Valentine’s Day mess, and it’s only the beginning. The local authorities need help to keep this from becoming an international incident. What began as a joint venture goes horribly awry, leaving a trail of bodies in the wake. Someone is stealing organs from cops. Eyes. Livers. Spleens…oh, my! Since they are already there, Tag! Elizabeth and her ME are it. Gabriel Rothschild has a mess on his hands, and he needs his friend more than he ever knew. She will be his comedic relief, his down and dirty investigator, and…his salvation. She is the one person who can stop a killer from leaving an indelible mark on a city that has only known love. Evil is coming, and there is only one way to stop it. A brash, tough, no-nonsense Fed—Elizabeth LaRue, who has the L’amour of Death.