Immortal in Death (In Death Series #3)

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She was one of the most sought-after women in the world. A top model who would stop at nothing to get what she wanted — even another woman's man. And now she was dead, the victim of a brutal murder. Police lieutenant Eve Dallas put her professional life on the line to take the case when suspicion fell on her best friend, the other woman in the fatal love triangle. Beneath the facade of glamour, Eve found that the world of high fashion thrived on an all-consuming passion for youth and fame. One that led from the ...

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Overview

She was one of the most sought-after women in the world. A top model who would stop at nothing to get what she wanted — even another woman's man. And now she was dead, the victim of a brutal murder. Police lieutenant Eve Dallas put her professional life on the line to take the case when suspicion fell on her best friend, the other woman in the fatal love triangle. Beneath the facade of glamour, Eve found that the world of high fashion thrived on an all-consuming passion for youth and fame. One that led from the runway to the dark underworld of New York City where drugs could fulfill any desire — for a price . . .

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
The third, and arguably best, book in Robb's futuristic In Death series here receives its first unabridged audio treatment (the abridged version was offered in 2001 by Brilliance), and the result is a brisk listen that captures all the suspense of this murder mystery. Ericksen gives tough cop Eve Dallas a hard, no-nonsense tone and nails her fianc Roarke's Irish lilt beautifully. She also deftly portrays Eve's softer side, which comes out when she's forced to arrest her friend Mavis for the murder of a supermodel named Pandora. Eve knows Mavis couldn't have killed Pandora, even though she stood in the way of Mavis and her boyfriend, fashion designer Leonardo. But the evidence-Mavis is found at the scene of the crime, sporting scratch marks from Pandora-seems unequivocal. In the course of Eve's investigation, listeners meet a number of intriguing characters, including a designer with a map tattooed onto his skull, a grumpy horticulturist and a slinky, lifelike drone (i.e., android). Although Ericksen's portrayal of some of these personas can be exaggerated, on the whole, she does an excellent job conveying the primary characters and matching the pace of this taut yarn. Based on the Berkley paperback. (Nov.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
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Police lieutenant Eve Dallas can't help getting involved when her best friend, caught in a love triangle, is accused of killing her rival. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
In the third novel of her acclaimed "Death" series, Robb (the pseudonym for Nora Roberts) once again sets her 21st-century police detective heroine on the trail of a murderer. Set against the background of the youth-obsessed, drug-using fashion industry, this suspenseful tale sweeps from the glitzy to the seamy with all the flair and panache one has come to expect from Robb. Although the romance is not so prominent here, the sexual tension still simmers. The author of over 100 romances (primarily as Nora Roberts), Robb has written futuristic romantic suspense stories that include Naked in Death (Berkley, 1995). She lives in Keedysville, Maryland.
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  • ISBN-13: 9780425153789
  • Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 7/28/1996
  • Series: In Death Series, #3
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reissue
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 79,845
  • Product dimensions: 6.78 (w) x 4.10 (h) x 0.85 (d)

Meet the Author

Nora Roberts
Nora Roberts is the number-one New York Times-bestselling author of more than 150 novels, including High Noon, Angels Fall, Blue Smoke, and Northern Lights. She is also the author of the bestselling futuristic suspense series written under the pen name J. D. Robb. There are more than 280 million copies of her books in print.
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    1. Also Known As:
      J. D. Robb; Sarah Hardesty; Jill March; Eleanor Marie Robertson (birth name)
    2. Hometown:
      Keedysville, Maryland
    1. Date of Birth:
      1950
    2. Place of Birth:
      Silver Spring, Maryland

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

 

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine

chapter ten

chapter eleven

chapter twelve

chapter thirteen

chapter fourteen

chapter fifteen

chapter sixteen

chapter seventeen

chapter eighteen

chapter nineteen

chapter twenty

 

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IMMORTAL IN DEATH

She was one of the most sought after women in the world. A top model who would stop at nothing to get what she wanted—even another woman’s man. And now she was dead, the victim of a brutal murder. Lieutenant Eve Dallas put her life on the line to take the case when suspicion fell on her best friend, the other woman in the fatal love triangle. Beneath the façade of glamour, Eve found that the world of high fashion thrived on an all-consuming obsession for youth and fame. One that led from the runway to the dark underworld of New York City where drugs could be found to fulfill any desire—for a price . . .

 

“This series gets better with each book.”

Publishers Weekly

 

Titles written as 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

 

Nora Roberts

HOT ICE
SACRED SINS
BRAZEN VIRTUE
SWEET REVENGE
PUBLIC SECRETS
GENUINE LIES
CARNAL INNOCENCE
DIVINE EVIL
HONEST ILLUSIONS
PRIVATE SCANDALS
HIDDEN RICHES
TRUE BETRAYALS
MONTANA SKY
SANCTUARY
HOMEPORT
THE REEF
RIVER’S END
CAROLINA MOON
THE VILLA
MIDNIGHT BAYOU
THREE FATES
BIRTHRIGHT
NORTHERN LIGHTS
BLUE SMOKE
ANGELS FALL
HIGH NOON

 

Series

Born In Trilogy
BORN IN FIRE
BORN IN ICE
BORN IN SHAME

 

Dream Trilogy
DARING TO DREAM
HOLDING THE DREAM
FINDING THE DREAM

 

Chesapeake Bay Saga
SEA SWEPT
RISING TIDES
INNER HARBOR
CHESAPEAKE BLUE

 

Gallaghers of Ardmore Trilogy
JEWELS OF THE SUN
TEARS OF THE MOON
HEART OF THE SEA

 

Three Sisters Island Trilogy
DANCE UPON THE AIR
HEAVEN AND EARTH
FACE THE FIRE

Key Trilogy
KEY OF LIGHT
KEY OF KNOWLEDGE
KEY OF VALOR

 

In the Garden Trilogy
BLUE DAHLIA
BLACK ROSE
RED LILY

 

Circle Trilogy
MORRIGAN’S CROSS
DANCE OF THE GODS
VALLEY OF SILENCE

 

 

Sign of Seven Trilogy
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The fatal gift of beauty

Byron

 

 

Make me immortal with a kiss.

Christopher Marlowe

chapter one

Getting married was murder. Eve wasn’t sure how it had happened in the first place. She was a cop, for God’s sake. Throughout her ten years on the force, she’d firmly believed cops should stay single, unencumbered, and focused utterly on the job. It was insane to believe one person could split time, energy, and emotion between law, with all its rights and wrongs, and family, with all its demands and personalities.

Both careers—and from what she’d observed, marriage was a job—had impossible demands and hellish hours. It might have been 2058, an enlightened time of technological advancement, but marriage was still marriage. To Eve it translated to terror.

Yet here she was on a fine day in high summer—one of her rare and precious days off—preparing to go shopping. She couldn’t stop the shudder.

Not just shopping, she reminded herself as her stomach clutched, shopping for a wedding dress.

Obviously she’d lost her mind.

It was Roarke’s doing, of course. He’d caught her at a weak moment. Both of them bleeding and bruised and lucky to be alive. When a man is clever enough and knows his quarry well enough to choose such a time and place to propose marriage, well, a woman was a goner.

At least a woman like Eve Dallas.

“You look like you’re about to take on a gang of chemi-thugs bare-handed.”

Eve tugged on a shoe, flicked her gaze up and over. He was entirely too attractive, she thought. Criminally so. The strong face, poet’s mouth, killer blue eyes. The wizard’s mane of thick black hair. If you managed to get past the face to the body, it was equally impressive. Then you added that faint wisp of Ireland in the voice, and, well, you had one hell of a package.

“What I’m about to take on is worse than any chemi-head.” Hearing the whine in her own voice, Eve scowled. She never whined. But the truth was, she’d have preferred fighting hand to hand with a souped-up addict than discussing hemlines.

Hemlines, for sweet Christ’s sake.

She bit back an oath, watching him narrowly as he crossed the spacious bedroom. He had a way of making her feel foolish at odd times. Like now as he sat beside her on the high, wide bed they shared.

He caught her chin in his hand. “I’m hopelessly in love with you.”

There he was. This man with the sinfully blue eyes, the strong, gorgeous, somehow Raphaelite looks of a doomed angel, loved her.

“Roarke.” She struggled to hold back a sigh. She could and had faced an armed laser in the hands of a mad mutant mercenary with less fear than she faced such unswerving emotion. “I’m going through with it. I said I would.”

His brow quirked, dark and wry. He wondered how she remained so unaware of her own appeal as she sat there, fretting, her poorly cut fawn-colored hair standing up in tufts and spikes, aroused by her restless hands, thin lines of annoyance and doubt running between her big, whiskey-colored eyes.

“Darling Eve.” He kissed her, lightly, once on the frowning lips, then again in the gentle dip in her chin. “I never doubted it.” Though he had, constantly. “I’ve several things I have to see to today. You were late last night. I never had a chance to ask if you had plans.”

“The stakeout on the Bines case went to after oh three hundred.”

“Did you get him?”

“Walked right into my arms—blissed on dreamers and a marathon VR session.” She smiled, but it was the hunter’s smile, dark and feral. “Murdering little bastard came along like my personal droid.”

“Well, then.” He patted her shoulder before rising. He stepped down from the platform into the dressing area where he pondered a selection of jackets. “And today? Reports to file?”

“I’m off today.”

“Oh?” Distracted, he turned back, a gorgeous silk jacket in deep charcoal in his hand. “I can reschedule some of my afternoon, if you like.”

Which would be, Eve mused, a bit like a general rescheduling battles. In Roarke’s world, business was a complicated and profitable war. “I’m already booked.” The scowl snuck back on her before she could stop it. “Shopping,” she muttered. “Wedding dress.”

Now he smiled, quickly, easily. From her, such plans were a declaration of love. “No wonder you’re so cranky. I told you I’d see to it.”

“I’ll pick out my own wedding dress. And I’ll buy it myself. I’m not marrying you for your damn money.”

Smooth and elegant as the jacket he slipped on, he continued to smile. “Why are you marrying me, Lieutenant?” Her scowl deepened, but he was, above all, a patient man. “Want a multiple choice?”

“Because you never take no for an answer.” She stood, shoving her hands into the front pockets of her jeans.

“You only get a half point for that. Try again.”

“Because I’ve lost my mind.”

“That won’t win you the trip for two to Tropic World on Star 50.”

A reluctant smile tugged at her lips. “Maybe I love you.”

“Maybe you do.” Content with that, he crossed back to her and laid his hands on her strong shoulders. “How bad can it be? You can pop a few shopping programs into the computer, look at dozens of suitable dresses, order in what appeals to you.”

“That was my idea.” She rolled her eyes. “Mavis ditched it.”

“Mavis.” He paled a bit. “Eve, tell me you’re not going shopping with Mavis.”

His reaction brightened her mood a little. “She has this friend. He’s a designer.”

“Dear Christ.”

“She says he’s mag. Just needs a break to make a name for himself. He has a little workshop in Soho.”

“Let’s elope. Now. You look fine.”

Her grin flashed. “Scared?”

“Terrified.”

“Good. Now we’re even.” Delighted to be on level footing, she leaned in and kissed him. “Now you can worry about what I’ll be wearing on the big day for the next few weeks. Gotta go.” She patted his cheek. “I’m meeting her in twenty minutes.”

“Eve.” Roarke grabbed for her hand. “You wouldn’t do something ridiculous?”

She tugged her way free. “I’m getting married, aren’t I? What could be more ridiculous?”

 

She hoped he stewed over it all day. The idea of marriage was daunting enough, but a wedding—clothes, flowers, music, people. It was horrifying.

She zipped downtown on Lex, braking hard and muttering curses at a sidewalk vendor who encroached on the lane with his smoking glide cart. The traffic violation was bad enough, but the scent of overcooked soydogs hit her nervous stomach like lead.

The Rapid cab behind her broke the intercity noise pollution code by blasting his horn and shouting curses through his speaker. A group, obviously tourists, loaded down with palm cams, compumaps, and binoks gaped stupidly at the whizzing traffic. Eve shook her head as a quick-fingered street thief elbowed through them.

When they got back to their hotel, they were going to find themselves several credits poorer. If she’d had the time and a place to pull over, she might have given the thief a chase. But he was lost in the crowd and a block across town on his air skates before she could blink.

That was New York, she thought with a faint smile. Take it at your own risk.

She loved the crowds, the noise, the constant frantic rush of it. You were rarely alone, but never intimate. That’s why she’d come here so many years ago.

No, she wasn’t a social animal, but too much space and too much solitude made her nervous.

She’d come to New York to be a cop, because she believed in order, needed it to survive. Her miserable and abusive childhood with all its blank spaces and dark corners couldn’t be changed. But she had changed. She had taken control, had made herself into the person some anonymous social worker had named Eve Dallas.

Now she was changing again. In a few weeks she wouldn’t just be Eve Dallas, lieutenant, homicide. She’d be Roarke’s wife. How she would manage to be both was more of a mystery to her than any case that had ever come across her desk.

Neither of them knew what it was to be family, to have family, to make a family. They knew cruelty, abuse, abandonment. She wondered if that was why they had come together. They both understood what it was to have nothing, to be nothing, to know fear and hunger and despair—and both had remade themselves.

Was it just mutual need that attracted them? Need for sex, for love, and the melding of the two that she had never thought was possible before Roarke.

A question for Dr. Mira, she mused, thinking of the police psychiatrist she often consulted.

But for now, Eve determined that she wasn’t going to think about the future or the past. The moment was complicated enough.

Three blocks from Greene Street, she seized her chance and squeezed into a parking space. After searching through her pockets, she found the credit tokens the aging meter demanded in its moronic and static jumbled tones and plugged in enough for two hours.

If it took any more than that, she’d be ready for a tranq room and a parking citation wouldn’t bother her in the least.

Taking a deep breath, she scanned the area. She wasn’t called this far downtown often. Murders happened everywhere, but Soho was an arty bastion for the young and struggling who more often debated their disagreements over tiny glasses of cheap wine or cups of café noir.

Just now, Soho was full of summer. Flower vendors burst with roses, the classic reds and pinks vying with the hybrid stripes. Traffic droned and chugged on the street, rumbled overhead, puffed a bit on the rickety passovers. Pedestrians stuck mostly with the scenic sidewalks, though the people glides were busy. The flowing robes currently hot from Europe were much in evidence, with arty sandals, headdresses, and shiny ropes swinging from earlobes to shoulder blades.

Oil, watercolor, and compu artists hawked their wares on corners and in storefronts, competing with food vendors who promised hybrid fruits, iced yogurts, or vegetable purees uncontaminated by preservatives.

Members of the Pure Sect, a Soho staple, glided in their snowy, street-dusting gowns, their eyes glowing and their heads shaved. Eve gave one particularly devout-looking supplicant a few tokens and was rewarded with a beatific smile and a glossy pebble.

“Pure love,” the devotee offered her. “Pure joy.”

“Yeah, right,” Eve murmured and sidestepped.

She had to backtrack to find Leonardo’s. The up-and-coming designer had a third-floor loft. The window that faced the street was crammed with fashions, blots and flows of color and form that had Eve swallowing nervously. Her taste leaned toward the plain—the drab, according to Mavis.

It didn’t appear, as she took the people glide up to get a closer look, that Leonardo leaned toward either.

The clutching in her stomach came back with a vengeance as she stared at the window display with its feathers and beads and dyed rubber unisuits. However much pleasure she would get from making Roarke wince, she wasn’t getting married in neon rubber.

There was more, a great deal more. It seemed Leonardo believed in advertising in a big way. His centerpiece, a ghostly white faceless model, was draped in a collection of transparent scarves that shimmered so dramatically that the material seemed alive.

Eve could all but feel it crawling over her skin.

Uh-uh, she thought. No way in heaven or hell. She turned, thinking only of escape, and rapped straight into Mavis.

“His stuff is so frigid.” Mavis slipped a friendly, restraining arm around Eve’s waist and gazed dreamily into the window.

“Look, Mavis—”

“And he’s incredibly creative. I’ve watched him come up with stuff on screen. It’s wild.”

“Yeah, wild. I’m thinking—”

“He really understands the inner soul,” Mavis hurried on. She understood Eve’s inner soul, and knew her friend was ready to bolt. Mavis Freestone, slim as a fairy in her white and gold rompers and three-inch air platforms, tossed back her curling mane of white-streaked black hair, judged her opponent, and grinned. “He’s going to make you the most rocking bride in New York.”

“Mavis.” Eve narrowed her eyes to forestall another interruption. “I just want something that won’t make me feel like an idiot.”

Mavis beamed, the new winged heart tattoo on her biceps fluttering as she lifted a hand to her breast. “Dallas, trust me.”

“No,” Eve said even as Mavis pulled her back to the glide. “I mean it, Mavis. I’ll just order something off screen.”

“Over my dead body,” Mavis muttered, clumping her way down to the street entrance, dragging Eve behind her. “The least you can do is look, talk to him. Give the guy a chance.” She thrust out her bottom lip, a formidable weapon when painted magenta. “Don’t be such a squash, Dallas.”

“Shit, I’m here, anyway.”

Flushed with success, Mavis bounced to the whining security camera. “Mavis Freestone and Eve Dallas, for Leonardo.”

The outer door opened with a grinding clunk. Mavis made a beeline for the old wire-screened elevator. “This place is really into retro. I think Leonardo might even stay here after he hits. You know, eccentric artist and all that.”

“Right.” Eve closed her eyes and prayed as the elevator bumped its way upward. She was taking the stairs down, absolutely.

“Now, keep an open mind,” Mavis ordered, “and let Leonardo take care of you. Darling!” She positively flowed out of the dinky elevator and into a cluttered, colorful space. Eve had to admire her.

“Mavis, my dove.”

Then Eve was struck dumb. The man with the artist’s name was six-five if he was an inch and built like a maxibus. Huge, rippling biceps mountained out of a sleeveless robe in the eye-searing colors of a Martian sunset. His face was wide as the moon, its copper-toned skin stretched tight as a drumhead over razor-edged cheekbones. He had a small, glinting stone winking beside his flashing grin and eyes like gold coins.

He swirled Mavis into his arms, off her feet, and around in one fast and graceful circle. And he kissed her, long, hard, and in a fashion that warned Eve the two of them had a great deal more going on than a mutual love of fashion and art.

“Leonardo.” Beaming like a fool, Mavis ran her gold-tipped fingers through his tight, shoulder-length curls.

“Babydoll.”

Eve managed not to gag as they cooed at each other, but she did roll her eyes. She was stuck now, without a doubt. Mavis was in love again.

“The hair, it’s wonderful.” Leonardo ran loving fingers, the size of soydogs, through Mavis’s streaked mop.

“I hoped you’d like it. This . . .” There was a dramatic pause, as though she were about to introduce her award-winning schnauzer. “Is Dallas.”

“Ah yes, the bride. Lovely to meet you, Lieutenant Dallas.” He kept one arm around Mavis and shot the other out to take Eve’s hand. “Mavis has told me so much about you.”

“Yeah.” Eve slanted a look toward her friend. “She’s been a little light on details on you.”

He laughed, a booming sound that made Eve’s ears ring even as her lips twitched in response. “My turtledove can be secretive. Refreshments,” he stated, then whirled off in a cloud of color and unexpected grace.

“He’s wonderful, isn’t he?” Mavis whispered, eyes dancing with love.

“You’re sleeping with him.”

“You wouldn’t believe how . . . inventive he is. How . . .” Mavis blew out a breath, patted her breast. “The man is a sexual artist.”

“I don’t want to hear about it. Absolutely don’t want to hear about it.” Drawing her brows together, Eve scanned the room.

It was wide, high ceilinged, and crowded with flows and streams of material. Fuchsia rainbows, ebony waterfalls, chartreuse pools dripped from the ceiling, along the walls, over tabletops and arms of chairs.

“Jesus,” was all she could manage.

Bowls and trays of glittering ribbons, tapes, and buttons were piled everywhere. Sashes, belts, hats, and veils crowded with half-finished outfits of shimmering materials and studded bodices.

The place smelled like an incense farm married to a flower shop.

She was terrified.

A little pale, Eve turned back. “Mavis, I love you. Maybe I haven’t told you that before, but I do. Now I’m leaving.”

“Dallas.” With a quick giggle, Mavis grabbed her arm. For a small woman, Mavis was amazingly strong. “Relax. Take a breath. I guarantee Leonardo’s going to fix you up.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of, Mavis. Deeply afraid.”

“Lemon tea, iced,” Leonardo announced with a musical lilt as he came back through a curtain of draping simulated silk with a tray and glasses. “Please, please, sit. First we’ll relax, get to know each other.”

With her eye on the door, Eve edged toward a chair. “Look, Leonardo, Mavis might not have explained things, exactly. See, I’m—”

“You’re a homicide detective. I’ve read about you,” Leonardo said smoothly, snuggling on a curve-sided settee with Mavis all but in his lap. “Your last case generated a great deal of media. I must confess I was fascinated. You work with puzzles, Lieutenant, as I do.”

Eve sampled the tea, nearly blinked when she discovered it was full-bodied, rich, and wonderful. “You work with puzzles?”

“Naturally. I see a woman, I imagine how I would like to see her dressed. Then I must discover who she is, what she is, how does she live her life. What are her hopes, her fantasies, her vision of herself? Then I must take all of that, piece each part of her together to create the look. The image. At first, she is a mystery, and I’m compelled to solve her.”

Unashamed, Mavis sighed lustily. “Isn’t he mag, Dallas?”

Leonardo chuckled, nuzzled Mavis’s ear. “Your friend is worried, my dove. She think I’ll wrap her in electric pink and spangles.”

“It sounds wonderful.”

“For you.” He beamed back at Eve. “So you’re going to marry the elusive and powerful Roarke.”

“It looks that way,” Eve muttered.

“You met him on a case. The DeBlass case, correct? And intrigued him with your tawny eyes and serious smile.”

“I wouldn’t say I—”

“You wouldn’t,” Leonardo continued, “because you don’t see yourself as he does. Or as I do. Strong, valiant, troubled, dependable.”

“Are you a designer or an analyst?” Eve demanded.

“You can’t be one without the other. Tell me, lieutenant, how did Roarke win you?”

“I’m not a prize.” She snapped it, then set her glass aside.

“Wonderful.” He clasped his hands together and almost wept. “Heat and independence, and just a little fear. You’ll make a magnificent bride. Now to work.” He rose. “Come with me.”

She stood up. “Listen, there’s no point in wasting your time, or mine. I’m just going to—”

“Come with me,” he repeated and took her hand.

“Give it a chance, Eve.”

For Mavis, she allowed Leonardo to lead her under and around falls of material and into an equally cluttered workstation on the far side of the loft.

The computer made her feel a little better. Those she understood. But the drawings it had generated, which were pinned and tacked to every available space, made her heart sink.

Fuchsia and spangles would have been a relief.

The models with their long, exaggerated bodies looked like mutants. Some were sporting feathers, others stones. A few were wearing what could have been clothes, but in such outrageous styles—pointed collars, skirts the size of washcloths, unisuits snug as skin—they looked like participants in a Halloween parade.

“Examples for my first show. High fashion is a twist on reality, you see. The bold, the unique, the impossible.”

“I love them.”

Eve curled her lip at Mavis and folded her arms. “It’s going to be a small, simple ceremony, at home.”

“Um.” Leonardo was already at his computer, using the keyboard with impressive skill. “Now this . . .” He brought up an image that made Eve’s blood chill.

The dress was the color of fresh urine, ringed with flounces of mud brown from its scalloped neck to its knifepoint hem that dripped with stones the size of a child’s fist. The sleeves were so snug Eve was certain anyone wearing it would lose all feeling in their fingers.

As the image turned, she was treated to a view of the back, dipping past the waist and trimmed in floaty feathers.

“. . . is not at all for you,” Leonardo finished, and indulged in a deep belly laugh at Eve’s blanched skin. “I apologize. I couldn’t resist. For you . . . just a sketch, you understand. Slim, long, simple. Only a column. Not too delicate.”

He continued to speak as he worked. On the screen, lines and shapes began to form. Sticking her hands in her pockets, Eve watched.

It looked so easy, Eve mused. Long lines, the most subtle of accents at the bodice, sleeves that came to soft, rounded points just at the back of the hand. Still uneasy, she waited for him to start to add the gingerbread.

“We’ll fuss with it a bit,” he said absently, and again turned the image to show a back as sleek and elegant as the front, with a slit to the knees. “You wouldn’t want a train.”

“A train?”

“No.” He only smiled, flicking a glance up at her. “You wouldn’t. A headdress. Your hair.”

Used to derogatory comments, Eve ran her fingers through it. “I can cover it up if I have to.”

“No, no, no. It suits you.”

Her hand dropped in shock. “It does?”

“Indeed. You need a bit of shaping. I know someone—” He flicked that aside. “But the color, all those tones of brown and gold, and the short, not quite tamed style is very good on you. A couple of snips.” Eyes narrowed, he studied her. “No, no headdress, no veil. Your face is enough. Now, color and material. It must be silk, of a good weight.” He grimaced a little. “Mavis tells me Roarke will not be paying.”

Eve’s back went up. “It’s my dress.”

“She’s dug in on this one,” Mavis commented. “Like Roarke would notice a few thousand credits.”

“That’s not the point—”

“No, indeed not.” Leonardo smiled again. “Well, we’ll manage. Color? I don’t think white, too stark for your skin tone.”

Pursing his lips, he went to his palette key and experimented. Fascinated despite herself, Eve watched the sketch turn from snowy white to cream, to pale blue, to vivid green and a rainbow between. Though Mavis oohed and ahed over several choices, he only shook his head.

He settled on bronze.

“This. Yes, oh yes. Your skin, your eyes, your hair. You’ll be radiant, majestic. A goddess. With it you’ll need a necklace, at least thirty-inch length. Better yet, two lengths, twenty-four and thirty inches. Copper, I think, with colored stones. Rubies, citrine, onyx. Yes, yes, and carnelian, perhaps some tourmaline. You’ll speak to Roarke about the accessories.”

Clothes never meant a damn to her, but Eve caught herself yearning. “It’s beautiful,” she said cautiously and began to calculate her credit situation. “I’m just not sure. You know, silk . . . It’s a little out of my range.”

“You’ll have the dress at my cost, and for a promise.” He enjoyed watching the wariness come into her eyes. “That I will be allowed to design Mavis’s dress as your attendant, and you will use my designs for your trousseau.”

“I haven’t thought about a trousseau. I’ve got clothes.”

“Lieutenant Dallas has clothes,” he corrected. “Roarke’s partner in marriage will need others.”

“Maybe we can make a deal.” She wanted that damn dress, she realized. She could feel it on her.

“Wonderful. Take off your clothes.”

She snapped back like a spring. “Okay, asshole—”

“For the measurements,” Leonardo said quickly. The look in her eye had him rising, stepping back. He was a man who adored women, and understood their wrath. In other words, he feared them. “You must consider me as you would your health provider. I can’t design the dress properly until I know your body. I’m an artist, and a gentleman,” he said with dignity. “But Mavis can stay if you feel uneasy.”

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  • Posted May 9, 2010

    Amazing characters!!!

    I started a couple of months ago with the first book of the series and I got so caught up that I started to buy them all in order. Why?? Because the main thing of the book, although the stories are good but the outlining is similar,is that the characters are amazing. You get caught up in their lives, their relationships, their joy, pain, dark moments. Absolutely incredible the way you are absorbed by them. I think is the highlight of the series.

    5 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 25, 2012

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    Can't wait for the next book in the series!! Brought to you by

    Can't wait for the next book in the series!!

    Brought to you by OBS reviewer Heidi

    This is the third installment of Nora Roberts’s futuristic In Death series written under her pen name, JD. Robb.

    In this book, we pick up in the year 2058 with Lieutenant Eve Dallas reluctantly planning her quickly approaching wedding to handsome and rich fiancé, Roarke (or is he doing most of the planning and she’s just along for the ride?). But in the middle of her planning a body turns up dead like they always do in Eve’s life! This one was one of her snitch’s, Boomer, and he was beaten to where half his face is gone.

    Then, more bodies start showing up in the same condition as Boomer’s. The whole case becomes even more personal when Eve’s best friend, Mavis, becomes the prime suspect in one of the murders. Eve won’t rest until she clears her friend, which is proving difficult considering the murder took place in Mavis’s boyfriend’s house and the only DNA and prints found at the scene were Mavis’s. And it doesn’t help that she had a public fight with the victim earlier that night.

    What do a lowlife snitch, a companion at a sex club, and a supermodel all have in common? They all died for getting in the way of someone making a big profit with their plans of distributing a new illegal drug called immortality. This new drug makes you stronger, prettier, younger looking and increases your sex drive. Sounds great except its highly addictive and completely fatal, projected to kill it’s consumers within five to seven years! Now it’s up to Eve to discover who was set to cash in big on this drug and was the one that was so threatened that they start killing the people getting in their way.

    Time is of the essence as usual. Eve is under a time crunch, she must discover who the killer is before Mavis goes to trial and before her own wedding to Roarke.

    After being a little disappointed, with the last installment of the series, Glory in Death, it was great to delve into this one and be drawn in from beginning to end. I felt this was another story that could realistically happen. Models being drawn to a drug that makes them look younger regardless of its fatal consequences? Not to mention the irony of it being called immortality when it actually is slowly killing them.

    I found the case in this book to be riveting and I never figured out the killer until it was revealed at the end.

    I fell in love with Roarke all over again in this installment with how much he cares for Eve and the way he took care of her after her dream/flashback of her cruel treatment from her father when she was a child. I loved seeing more of his protective side.

    “Summerset, don’t you ever sleep?”

    “It’s Lieutenant Dallas. She’s–”

    Roarke dropped his briefcase, grabbed Summerset by the lapels. “Has she been hurt? Where is she?”

    “A nightmare. She was screaming.” Summerset lost his usual composure and dragged a hand over his hair. “She won’t cooperate. I was about to call your doctor. I left her in her private suite.”

    As Roarke pushed him aside, Summerset grabbed his arm. “Roarke, you should have told me what had been done to her.”

    Roarke merely shook his head and kept going. “I’ll take care of her.”

    I also loved Roarke’s wit and charm and how he interacts with Eve, even when she’s being her most difficult. He really seems to understand her and knows the best way to deal with her.

    For the full review and more visit openbooksociety dot com.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 7, 2009

    Excellent book and series

    The entire series is excellent. This book continued to follow the path of Roarke, Eve and their lives together as well as the friendships they develope. Further information on their backgrounds surface. Great read!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 2, 2008

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    Jennifer Wardrip - Personal Read

    This time around, Eve Dallas catches a case that has her professional life merging with her personal one. <BR/><BR/>When her friend Mavis is accused of murdering the former lover of her boyfriend, Dallas finds it difficult to gain enough facts to exonerate her -- especially since all of the evidence is pointing directly towards Mavis. Leonardo, Mavis' new love, has been hired to create Eve's wedding gown, but things turn ugly when Pandora, a high-class, world-renowned model and his former lover, turns up dead in his studio. <BR/><BR/>As Eve works to clear Mavis, things get worse when more people associated with Pandora start dying, and at the center is a new drug called Immortality. <BR/><BR/>This is another winner in the "...IN DEATH" series, and you'll do well to pick up a copy -- and read the series from the beginning!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 1, 2004

    Same ol' plot

    Although this was quite a good book that I read for hours on end, it disappointed me when I realized that it had the same plot as all the previous 'in Death' books... we meet the designated a-hole in the beginning of the book, who seems quite innocent, and after countless plot twists and empty leads, surprise, our culprit reveals himself. When I read Naked in Death, it was quite a pleasant shock to find out, but after 3 more books... it just gets a little boring. Hopefully the next book will be different. Don't get me wrong though, this book is still very well-written and deserves a read if you're a fan, and if you just got too much time on your hands, like me.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 24, 2014

    Highly Recommend

    Love the whole series. This one is the real beginning of Roarke and Eve. I go back and read all the "Death" books from time to time. Those I do not have in hardcover I am building on my e-reader.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 22, 2013

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    Still loving the romance in the book but did find I was disappoi

    Still loving the romance in the book but did find I was disappointed that I figured out the killer from the moment the character was introduced in the book. Just seemed a little too obvious for me and would like to see a little more mystery to solve. Still enjoying the series and can't wait to move onto the next book.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 2, 2013

    highly recommended great read

    read the book love the cds listen to them every night while i go to sleep

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 24, 2013

    Loved it

    Good read

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 8, 2013

    Highly Recommended

    Great read, very interesting.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 8, 2012

    Fabulous Read

    Great read like visiting with friends.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 19, 2012

    Enjoying Whole Series!

    I'm now up to #10

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 25, 2012

    page turner

    it was a very good book i was to wait till payday to get # 4 but could not wait

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 21, 2014

    Karliah

    Walks in and starts playing the violin

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 24, 2014

    APOLLO'S CABIN

    Leader- Mascon Rhittick.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 30, 2014

    This is the second time I¿ve read this book. I especially enjoy

    This is the second time I’ve read this book. I especially enjoy how Eve is learning how to accept her past and the abject horror at having to do “girlie” things.

    With the help of Roarke, Eve’s learning how to show some feelings. I just love this series.


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  • Posted March 3, 2014

    Lieutenant Eve Dallas of NYPSD is trying to clear her best frien

    Lieutenant Eve Dallas of NYPSD is trying to clear her best friend Mavis Freestone of murder charges. Eve has to push hard on this one because it's personal. Eve is also planning her wedding to Roarke as well. She's trying to balance both parts of her life and coping with nightmares of the past which she's hiding from Roarke. We also gain some insight into Summerset's character. Eve enters the world of high fashion and celebrities where getting ahead can be deadly. A new designer drug called Immortality is central to Eve's investigation. Eve brings in Officer Peabody to help her with the cases. Can Eve clear Mavis? Will Eve's past continue to haunt her? Who is Summerset? Who's the real killer? Your answers await you in Immortal in Death.




    I didn't see the killer in this one like I did in the last book. I was truly stunned by who the killer was. I'm still reeling from this one. Eve's past reveals itself in atypical fashion crashing Summerset's world. Roarke and Eve relationship is continuing to build with good results. I look forward to the next book in the series~Rapture in Death.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 24, 2013

    Shallow characters

    I found the characters to be very shallow and easilly predictable. The bad guys are so one demensional its sad. They boil down to "I do bad things because they make me happy". Not to mention they all have the same rationale.
    The good characters are almost as bad. They are so sqweeky clean it is sad.
    The shallow characters leads to predictable plot. Unless you count the totally rediculious scearios where a plan ole knightnwith no special abilities takes on 300 other knights and somehow killes 200 of them bybhimself before help arrives.
    In conclusion these books feel like they were writen for very young teenagers and under.

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  • Posted October 18, 2013

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    One of the things I really like about these books are the future

    One of the things I really like about these books are the future excerpts that Robb as created. You
    can really see the cars flying overhead, and I think you can even see the blood flowing out of the
    woman's body and she lies dead in front of Dallas's friend.

    A time of realizing how much friends mean to one another and what you would do for such a friend,
    even if it might cost their career. Also it shows you the side of a promsing career can be damaged
    by to much power.

    A good read!!!

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  • Posted March 24, 2013

    Another fantastic addition to this series. This mystery had me s

    Another fantastic addition to this series. This mystery had me stumped from the beginning.  It drove me crazy that I couldn't get the pieces together.  Eve had her moments, but this particular installment was great because of the secondary characters.  The dynamic between the characters and the different personalities made this mystery/thriller quite fun.  I'm finding myself so attached and it excites me because this series has so many more installments to go.  I was so engrossed from beginning to end.  I blinked and the book was over.  These are such quick reads.  They are impossible to put down.  I can't wait for the next one.

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