Damn Him to Hell

Damn Him to Hell by Patricia Rice writing as Jamie Quaid

Saturn’s Daughters Book 2
by Patricia Rice writing as Jamie Quaid
$4.99 (Novel) ISBN 978-1-61138-931-9

In which Tina learns she can be a Fury meting out justice, or a lawyer, not both.

Tina Clancy’s post-bar-exam celebration erupts in a melee after poisonous pink particles leave her neighbors inexplicably pummeling each other, then keeling over, comatose. Her home in Baltimore’s already-weird Zone has been contaminated once by Acme Chemical. Now the company is at it again, ferrying the unconscious bodies of friends to a notorious experimental lab instead of to the hospital.

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Boyfriend From Hell

Boyfriend From Hell by Patricia Rice writing as Jamie Quaid

Saturn’s Daughters Book 1
by Patricia Rice writing as Jamie Quaid
$4.99 (Novel) ISBN 978-1-61138-930-2

Justice may be blind, but Justine sure as hell isn’t.

Except for a faulty arrest record and a job in Baltimore’s radioactive Zone, Justine (Tina) Clancy leads the life of an ordinary law student. That is, until she damns her boyfriend to hell–and he goes.

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Twin Genius

Twin Genius by Patricia Rice

Family Genius Mystery: Book 4
by Patricia Rice
$6.99 (Novel) ISBN 978-1-61138-641-7
A BVC Original

Dastardly danger and disorder!

It’s Christmas in D.C., and rookie multimillionaire Anastasia Devlin is given the greatest gift of all — the arrival of her long-lost South African twin siblings, Juliana and Alexander. Of course, instead of gifts, the twins come bearing trouble that even the family’s new fortune can’t fix.
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The Hinky Velvet Chair

Hinky Chicago #2
by Jennifer Stevenson
$4.99 (Novel) ISBN 978-1-61138-287-7

Fraud cop Jewel has too much of a good thing. A hot con artist is her new partner and a bossy sex demon is her new booty slave. Now she’s undercover, investigating the Venus Machine, which will make her irresistable to all men! With four con artists vying for possession, it must work, right?

Jewel sits in the velvet chair to prove the Venus Machine is a fountain of flimflam. Looks like she’s wrong about that one…

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