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Table of Contents

Titles by J. D. Robb

NAKED IN DEATH
GLORY IN DEATH
IMMORTAL IN DEATH
RAPTURE IN DEATH
CEREMONY IN DEATH
VENGEANCE IN DEATH
HOLIDAY IN DEATH
CONSPIRACY IN DEATH
LOYALTY IN DEATH
WITNESS IN DEATH
JUDGMENT IN DEATH
BETRAYAL IN DEATH
SEDUCTION IN DEATH
REUNION IN DEATH
PURITY IN DEATH
PORTRAIT IN DEATH
IMITATION IN DEATH
DIVIDED IN DEATH
VISIONS IN DEATH
SURVIVOR IN DEATH
ORIGIN IN DEATH
MEMORY IN DEATH
BORN IN DEATH
INNOCENT IN DEATH
CREATION IN DEATH
STRANGERS IN DEATH
SALVATION IN DEATH
PROMISES IN DEATH
KINDRED IN DEATH

Anthologies

SILENT NIGHT
(with Susan Plunkett, Dee Holmes, and Claire Cross)
OUT OF THIS WORLD
(with Laurell K. Hamilton, Susan Krinard, and Maggie Shayne)
REMEMBER WHEN
(with Nora Roberts)
BUMP IN THE NIGHT
(with Mary Blayney, Ruth Ryan Langan, and Mary Kay McComas)
DEAD OF NIGHT
(with Mary Blayney, Ruth Ryan Langan, and Mary Kay McComas)
THREE IN DEATH
SUITE 606
(with Mary Blayney, Ruth Ryan Langan, and Mary Kay McComas)
IN DEATH
THE LOST
(with Patricia Gaffney, Mary Blayney, and Ruth Ryan Langan)

Turn to the back of this book for an excerpt from
HOT ROCKS
by #1 New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts

All things change; nothing perishes.

OVID

Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Chapter 1

NEW YORK, 2059

She was dying to get home. Knowing her own house, her own bed, her own things were waiting for her made even the filthy afternoon traffic from the airport a pleasure.

There were small skirmishes, petty betrayals, outright treachery and bitter combat among the cabs, commuters and tanklike maxibuses. Overhead, the airtrams, blimps and minishuttles strafed the sky. But watching the traffic wars wage made her antsy enough to imagine herself leaping into the front seat to grab the wheel and plunge into the fray, with a great deal more viciousness and enthusiasm than her driver.

God, she loved New York.

While her driver crept along the FDR as one of the army of vehicles battling their way into the city, she entertained herself by watching the animated billboards. Some were little stories, and as a writer herself, and the lover of a good tale, Samantha Gannon appreciated that.

Observe, she thought, the pretty woman lounging poolside at a resort, obviously alone and lonely while couples splash or stroll. She orders a drink, and with the first sip her eyes meet those of a gorgeous man just emerging from the water. Wet muscles, killer grin. An electric moment that dissolves into a moonlight scene where the now happy couple walk hand in hand along the beach.

Moral? Drink Silbys Rum and open your world to adventure, romance and really good sex.

It should be so easy.

But then, for some, it was. For her grandparents thered been an electric moment. Rum hadnt played a part, at least not in any of the versions shed heard. But their eyes had met, and something had snapped and sizzled through the bloodstream of fate.

Since theyd be married for fifty-six years this coming fall, whatever that something had been had done a solid job.

And because of it, because fate had brought them together, she was sitting in the back of a big, black sedan, heading uptown, heading toward home, home, home, after two weeks traveling on the bumpy, endless roads of a national book tour.

Without her grandparents, what theyd done, what theyd chosen, there would have been no book. No tour. No homecoming. She owed them all of itwell, not the tour, she amended. She could hardly blame them for that.

She only hoped they were half as proud of her as she was of them.

Samantha E. Gannon, national bestselling author of Hot Rocks.

Was that iced or what?

Hyping the book in fourteen citiescoast to coastover fifteen days, the interviews, the appearances, the hotels and transport stations had been exhausting.

And, lets be honest, she told herself, fabulous in its insane way.

Every morning shed dragged herself from a strange bed, propped open her bleary eyes and stared at the mirror just to be sure shed see herself staring back. It was really happening, to her, Sam Gannon.

Shed been writing it all of her life, she thought, every time shed heard the family story, every time shed begged her grandparents to tell it, wheedled for more details. Shed been honing her craft in every hour shed spent lying in bed as a child, imagining the adventure.

It had seemed so romantic to her, so exciting. And the best part was that it was her family, her blood.

Her current project was coming along well. She was calling it just Big Jack, and she thought her great-grandfather would have gotten a very large charge out of it.

She wanted to get back to it, to dive headlong into Jack OHaras world of cons and scams and life on the lam. Between the tour and the pretour rounds, she hadnt had a full hour to write. And she was due.

But she wasnt going straight to work. She wasnt going to think about work for at least forty-eight blissful hours. She was going to dump her bags, and she might just burn everything in them. She was going to lock herself in her own wonderful, quiet house. She was going to run a bubble bath, open a bottle of champagne.

Shed soak and shed drink, then shed soak and drink some more. If she was hungry, shed buzz something up in the AutoChef. She didnt care what it was because it would be her food, in her kitchen.

Then she was going to sleep for ten hours.

She wasnt going to answer the telelink. Shed contacted her parents, her brother, her sister, her grandparents from the air, and told them all she was going under for a couple of days. Her friends and business associates could wait a day or two. Since shed ended what had passed for a relationship over a month before, there wasnt any man waiting for her.

That was probably just as well.

She sat up when the car veered toward the curb. Home! Shed been drifting, she realized, lost in her own thoughts, as usual, and hadnt realized she was home.

She gathered her notebook, her travel bag. Riding on delight, she overtipped the driver when he hauled her suitcase and carry-on to the door for her. She was so happy to see him go, so thrilled that hed be the last person shed have to speak to until she decided to surface again, she nearly kissed him on the mouth.

Instead, she resisted, waved him off, then dragged her things into the tiny foyer of what her grandmother liked to call Sams Urban Doll House.

Im back! She leaned against the door, breathed deep, then did a hip-shaking, shoulder-rolling dance across the floor. Mine, mine, mine. Its all mine. Baby, Im back!

She stopped short, arms still flung out in her dance of delight, and gaped at her living area. Tables and chairs were overturned, and her lovely little settee was lying on its back like a turtle on its shell. Her screen was off the wall and lay smashed in the middle of the floor, along with her collection of framed family photos and holograms. The walls had been stripped of paintings and prints.

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