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Kieran Murphy is an Irish mob boss and one of the most powerful men in Boston. When he walks me home, people step aside out of respect for him. He could have any woman he wants. So why does he have eyes only for me? Is it how he has to lift my chin with his fingers to keep my eyes level with his when he scolds me and how I cover my bottom instinctively when he tells me that I've earned a spanking? Or is it how I quiver at the thought of everything I'm too ashamed to beg him to do to me? Maybe it's all of those, but I'm pretty sure there's something else too.

A deserted street below Table Mountain. A six-year-old ballerina waits alone for her mother. Then an unmarked car approaches, and she is gone. With no trace of why she’s been abducted, suspicion falls on her divorced father, Captain Riedwaan. Powerless, he watches helplessly as the search for his daughter is called off. In desperation, Riedwaan turns to investigative journalist Dr Clare Hart, whose TV documentary about Cape Town’s missing young girls has made her something of a local celebrity.

Nobody's better at taking out bodies than Larry Jackson, aka "Daddy Cool." Long as he's paid in full, he'll pull the trigger or stick a knife deep, whatever it takes to get the job done. No questions asked. Nobody's better. Nothing knocks him off his game-except his own family. Dead ass. He's got two stepsons wasting space and a wife he almost forgot about. But his daughter is another story.

When a cop is murdered in rural Ohio on Donny Blackmon’s property, the case seems open and shut. Donny must’ve done it—he’s a known cop-hater, and he’s already fled. Believing her husband is innocent, Donny’s wife calls Whiskey River Investigations, the new one-man PI agency run by former sheriff’s deputy Ed Runyon, to see if Ed can find her husband.

Jake was impressed by Chris, who he met in night school. She was educated and appeared to be very independent and self-confident. After they married he was uncomfortable with the unusually close relationship that she had with her daddy. He loved her but every little thing about her that he didn’t like was magnified, from her plowshare legs to her snippy superiority. Divorce was beginning to look like a very tempting option. When Chris told him she was pregnant, he knew he needed to man up and be responsible for their baby.

Detective Smith thought his golden years would be easy now that he had retired from killing dames of the night. But the life he left behind isn’t through with him…yet. The black-veiled witch Anya and her army of ghouls make different plans when Smith’s hotshot replacement fails to appease Anya and botches her century-old tradition of cleansing the streets of its deviants and filth. Anya sets her sights on a new protégé—Smith’s teenage granddaughter, Melissa.

Family. The job. The thrill of discovery. No one gets out alive...What's a little sin between the sheets, and a little blood between lovers? What's a little death to be discovered, waiting for you under that white sheet? I'm digging a desert grave just for you, underneath the burning sun. You won't be found...not even by the vultures circling in the sky. You, my dear, are the reason why I was always easily influenced.