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"Taut, twisty. . .Malice displays the skilled Jackson at her best yet." --The Providence Journal

The perfect moment is here at last. The humiliation and pain he put her through is about to be repaid. Soon Rick Bentz will know the torment of losing the person he loves most--and better yet, he'll have to watch. . .

"Gripping. . .Jackson heightens the creep factor." --Publishers Weekly

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"Taut, twisty. . .Malice displays the skilled Jackson at her best yet." --The Providence Journal

The perfect moment is here at last. The humiliation and pain he put her through is about to be repaid. Soon Rick Bentz will know the torment of losing the person he loves most--and better yet, he'll have to watch. . .

"Gripping. . .Jackson heightens the creep factor." --Publishers Weekly

Since the accident that nearly claimed his life, New Orleans detective Rick Bentz has been on edge. That must explain why his mind is playing tricks, making him think he sees his first wife, Jennifer. His dead wife. He can't bring himself to tell his new wife, Olivia, about the sightings, or his fears that he's losing his sanity. To find answers, he has to return to Los Angeles, where Jennifer died. And it's there that the murders begin. . .

"Plenty of clever plot turns. . .the suspense builds from the beginning." --Fresh Fiction

Each victim is linked to Jennifer's past, and each corpse points to Bentz as the prime suspect. But the worst is yet to come. Because now Olivia is missing, and the only way to save her is to uncover the terrifying truth about a woman he never really knew--and a hatred that runs deep enough to kill. . .

Dear Reader,

I thought you might like a little bit of history on MALICE, my latest hardcover thriller from Kensington Publishing. MALICE is the culmination of a series that started with Detectives Rick Bentz and Reuben Montoya in New Orleans in HOT BLOODED. The characters became so popular and I had so many stories to tell that the series grew to include COLD BLOODED, THE NIGHT BEFORE, SHIVER, ABSOLUTE FEAR and most recently LOST SOULS.

At the end of LOST SOULS, Rick Bentz, who is gravely injured and whose marriage to Olivia is strained, wakes up from a coma and thinks he sees the ghost of his dead ex-wife, Jennifer, standing in his hospital room. Needless to say, he's beyond freaked out. He's certain he buried Jennifer twelve years ago. He even identified her body and found her suicide note. But the woman he sees looks so much like Jennifer, he thinks she's either a ghost or a dead ringer for his conniving, but sexy ex-wife. Bentz is compelled to return to L.A. to find out for himself if it truly is his ex-wife's body in the grave, or inexplicably, is Jennifer really still alive? If so, some one is truly luring him to Southern California to solve the mystery of Jennifer's "accident". Someone deadly.

I've always loved writing about Bentz and Montoya. And I adore good ghost stories. So this blending of the two was right up my alley. I think you'll like it!

Now that MALICE is done, I'm putting the final touches on my next original paperback, CHOSEN TO DIE, which will be out in August 2009. CHOSEN TO DIE is the second in this series set in the BitterrootMountains of Montana, the sequel to LEFT TO DIE. It takes up right where LEFT TO DIE left off, and includes all of the characters introduced in the first story including female detectives Regan Pescoli and Selena Alvarez, so look for it in August.

Meanwhile, enjoy MALICE!

Lisa Jackson

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly

A vengeful ex-wife appears to have returned from the dead to stalk her ex-husband in this gripping thriller from bestseller Jackson (Absolute Fear). Former LAPD detective Rick Bentz has rebuilt his life with a happy marriage and new career with the New Orleans police 12 years after divorcing his unfaithful first wife, Jennifer, who subsequently died in a car crash. After "a freak accident in a lightning storm" that left his temporarily paralyzed, Rick starts seeing Jennifer's ghost. When Rick receives an anonymous package mailed from Culver City, Calif., containing recent photos of a woman resembling Jennifer, he goes to California to investigate. In L.A., the Twenty-one killer, who strangles identical twins on their 21st birthday, resurfaces. Rick's last unsolved L.A. case involved victims of this serial killer. Jackson heightens the creep factor by including the viewpoint of a character whose hatred for Rick for past wrongs inspires another extreme killing spree. (Apr.)

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780758236494
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 4/1/2009
  • Series: New Orleans Series, #6
  • Edition description: Canadian
  • Pages: 432
  • Sales rank: 289,518
  • Product dimensions: 6.00 (w) x 8.90 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Lisa Jackson

Lisa Jackson is the number-one New York Times bestselling author of more than seventy-five novels, including Shiver, Fatal Burn, Deep Freeze, The Morning After, and Absolute Fear. She has over ten million copies of her books in print. She lives with her family and an eighty-pound dog in the Pacific Northwest.

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Copyright © 2009

Susan Lisa Jackson
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ISBN: 978-0-7582-1184-2

Chapter One "Talk to me in six weeks." Melinda Jaskiel's voice was firm. Clear. Propped on his good leg on the back veranda, his cell phone nearly stuck to his ear in the sweltering bayou heat, Rick Bentz realized his boss wasn't going to budge. Sweat dripping off his nose, he balanced on one crutch, the thick rubber tip wedged between two flagstones. His back ached and walking was a strain, but he wouldn't admit it to a soul-especially not to Jaskiel. As head of the homicide division in the New Orleans Police Department, she had the authority to put him back on active duty. Or not. It was her call.

Once again, Melinda Jaskiel held the fate of his career in her hands.

Once again, he was begging. "I need to work." Jesus, he hated the desperation in his voice.

"You need to be at a hundred percent, maybe a hundred and ten to be back on duty."

His jaw tightened as the intense Louisiana sun beat down on the back of his neck and a fine mist rose from the swampland that backed up to the cottage nestled into the woods. Jaskiel had given him a job when no one else would touch him after the mess he'd left in L.A. And now she was shutting him down.

He heard her mutter something under her breath and thought for a split second she was reconsidering. "Look, Rick, I don't see you pushing papers at a desk from eight to five."

"I've been in P.T. for a couple of months now, strong as ever."

"Strong enough to chase down a suspect? Wrestle him to the ground? Break down a door? Hit the deck, roll, draw your weapon, and cover your partner?"

"That's all TV BS."

"Is it?" Jaskiel's voice was skeptical. "Seems to me you were doing just that kind of 'TV BS' when you ended up in the hospital." She knew him too well. "You know the drill. Bring in a doctor's release and we'll discuss your reinstatement. Discuss. No promises. You know, retirement's not a bad idea."

He snorted. "Gee, Melinda, I'm getting the idea you're trying to get rid of me."

"You're still in physical therapy and you're wound too tight. End of subject. I'll talk to you later." She hung up.

"Son of a bitch!" He flung his crutch across the flagstones of the veranda, where it skidded, clattering noisily and startling a mockingbird from a nearby magnolia tree into flight. "Son of a goddamned bitch." His fingers clenched over his cell and he considered hurling it into the swamp, but didn't. Hell, he didn't want to explain that. So far, the department only questioned his physical ability. He didn't want to give the powers that be an insight into his mental state.

No shrinks. No soul searching. No pouring out his heart. No thank you.

He stood with difficulty, his balance not what it had been before the accident, despite what he'd told Jaskiel. And sometimes his leg hurt like hell. He knew he wasn't really ready for active duty, but he was going out of his freakin' mind staying at home. Hell, even his relationship with his wife Olivia was beginning to wear thin. Her biological clock was ticking like crazy and she was pressuring him to have a kid. His own daughter, Kristi, was in her twenties. He wasn't sure he wanted to start over.

No, what he needed was to get out of the house and back to work. It had been nearly three months since the accident and he couldn't take sitting around another second.

"So do something about it," he ordered himself.

Gritting his teeth, he took a step unaided.

First one foot, then the other.

None of the namby-pamby putting one foot forward with the walker and dragging the second one up to it. No way. He was going to walk across this damned patio one foot in front of the other if it killed him. He'd show them all. In a month he'd be running across these stupid stones. A crow sat on one of the roof's gables and cried noisily, its raspy caw echoing through the scrub oak and pine.

Bentz barely noticed.

A third step.

Then four.

He was sweating now. Concentrating hard. The heat was oppressive, sun beating down, the dank smell of the swamp heavy in his nostrils. The crow kept up his incessant, mocking caw. Irritating bastard.

Another step and Bentz looked up, away from uneven stones and to the bench, his destination. He was crossing his patio on his own two feet.

Just as he would have if he hadn't been injured.

Just as he would have if he hadn't nearly lost his life.

Just as he would have if he hadn't been forced to consider early retirement.

He moved forward again, more easily, more confidently.

And then he felt it.

That cold certainty that he was being watched.

His gut tightened as he looked over his shoulder. Dry, brittle leaves rustled on the windless day.

The crow had disappeared, its scolding cries silent.

A flicker of light between the branches. Something in the thicket, just on the other side of the veranda, moved. A shadow passed quickly, darting through the undergrowth.

Oh, sweet Jesus.

Instinctively, Bentz reached for his sidearm.

His hand came up empty as he rounded to face the woods. He wasn't wearing his shoulder holster.

Not in his own house.

He squinted.

What the hell was it?

Sunlight played through the lacy canopy of needles and leaves. His heart thumped crazily. The spit dried in his mouth.

It was just his imagination.



But the goose bumps crawling over his flesh and the tightening of every muscle in his body told him otherwise.

Idiot! You're in your own damned backyard.

He turned slightly, trying to make out if the intruder were an opossum, or a deer, or even an alligator crawling up from the swamp, but he knew deep in his soul that this was no wild creature wandering too close to his house.


The shivering leaves stilled on this hot, breathless day.

Bentz squinted into the forest. He had no doubt that he would see her.


He wasn't disappointed.

Through the shimmering heat her image appeared. Dressed in that same sexy black dress, flashing him the barest of smiles, she stood between the bleached bark of two cypress trees.


His first wife.

The woman he'd sworn to love through all his days.

The bitch who had betrayed him ... And she was as sensual and gorgeous as she had been all those years ago. The fragrance of gardenias wafted through the air.

He swallowed.


A ghost?

Or real flesh and blood?

The woman, a dead ringer for his first wife, stood deep in the woods, staring at him with wide, knowing eyes and that sexy little smile ... God, that smile had turned him inside out.

His heart went still as death.

An eerie chill slid through his veins.

"Jennifer?" he said aloud, though he knew his first wife was long dead.

She arched a single eyebrow and his stomach dropped to his knees.

"Jen?" Bentz took a step forward, caught his toe on an uneven rock, and went down. Hard. His knees hit first. Bam! His chin bounced against the mortar and stone, rattling his jaw, scraping his skin.

Pain exploded through his brain. The raven cackled, as if laughing at him. His cell phone skittered across the flagstones.

"Shit!" he muttered under his breath as he lay still for a second, taking in a couple of breaths, telling himself he was a goddamned idiot, a freak who was seeing things that didn't exist. He moved one leg, then the other, mentally assessing the damage to his already racked-up body.

Not that long ago he'd been paralyzed, the result of a freak accident in a lightning storm. His spinal cord had been bruised, not severed. Slowly he'd recovered to this point and he hoped to hell that he hadn't reinjured his damned back or legs.

Painfully he rolled over and pushed himself onto his knees while staring over the edge of the veranda toward the spot where he'd seen her.

Jennifer, of course, had vanished.


Like a ghost in an old cartoon.

Using a bench for leverage, he pulled himself to his feet and stood, solid and steady. Gingerly, ignoring the pain, he walked closer to the edge of the veranda. Squinting into the shadows, he looked for something, anything to indicate she'd been out there. Tempting him. Teasing him. Making him think he was going crazy.

But nothing moved in the forest.

No woman hid in the deep umbra.

No drop in the temperature indicated a ghost had trod upon his soul.

And, beyond all that, Jennifer was dead. Buried in a plot in California. He knew that as well as his own name. Hadn't he identified her himself over twelve years ago? She'd been mangled horribly in the accident, nearly unrecognizable, but the woman behind the wheel in the single-car accident had been his beautiful and scheming first wife.

His stomach twisted a bit as a cloud passed over the sun. High in the sky jets streaked, leaving white plumes to slice the wide expanse of blue.

Why now had she returned-at least in his mind? Had it been the coma? He'd lain unconscious in the hospital for two weeks and he remembered nothing of those fourteen lost days.

When he'd finally awoken, staring through blurry eyes, he'd seen her image. A cold waft of air had whispered across his skin and he'd smelled the heady aroma of her perfume, a familiar scent laced with gardenias. Then he'd caught a glimpse of her in the doorway, backlit by the dimmed hall lights, blowing him a kiss and looking as real as if she were truly still alive.

Which of course she wasn't.

And yet ...

Now, as he stared into the shaded bayou where shadows lengthened and the steamy scent of slow-moving water filtered through the leaves of cypress and cottonwood, he second-guessed the truth. He doubted what he'd been certain was fact; he questioned his sanity.

Could it be the pain pills he'd been taking since his accident as his daughter-their daughter-had insisted?

Or was he just plain going nuts?

"Crap." He glared at the woods.

No Jennifer.

Of course.

She was all a part of his imagination.

Something that had been triggered by nearly half a month of teetering on that razor-sharp edge between life and death.

"Get a grip," he told himself.

Man, he could use a smoke right now. He'd given up the habit years before, but in times of stress nothing gave him a clear sense of what needed to be done like a hit of nicotine curling through his lungs.

Grimacing, he heard a series of sharp barks. The dog door opened with a click, followed by the scratch of tiny paws flying across the stones and a high-pitched yip. Hairy S, his wife Olivia's terrier mutt, streaked across the veranda, sending a squirrel squawking loudly up the bole of a scraggly pine. Hairy, who had been named in honor of Harry S. Truman, Olivia's grandmother's favorite president, was going nuts. He leaped and barked at the trunk of the tree, his mottled hair bristling as the squirrel taunted and scolded from the safety of an upper limb.

"Hairy! Shh!" Bentz wasn't in the mood. His head was beginning to pound and his pride had already suffered a beating with the fall.

"What the hell are you doing?" Montoya's voice boomed at him and he nearly tripped again.

"I'm walking without a damned cane or crutch. What's it look like?"

"Like a face plant."

Bentz turned to find his partner slipping through the side gate and striding across the flagstones with the irritating ease of a jungle cat. To add insult to injury, Olivia's scrappy little dog diverted from the squirrel to run circles around Montoya's feet, leaving Bentz to dust off his pride. He tried not to wince, but his knees stung where his skin had been scraped off. No doubt bruises were already forming. He sensed the ooze of warm, sticky blood run down his shins.

"I was watching from over the top of the gate. Looked to me like you were attempting a swan dive into the concrete."

"Very funny."

"I thought so."

Bentz wasn't in the mood to be ridiculed by his smart-assed partner. Make that his smart-assed younger partner. With hair that gleamed black in the afternoon light, reflective sunglasses covering eyes that were as sharp as they had ever been, Montoya was younger and more athletic than Bentz. And not afraid to remind his older partner of it.

When he walked, Montoya damned near swaggered and the diamond stud in his earlobe glittered. At least today he wasn't wearing his signature black leather jacket, just a white T-shirt and jeans. Looking cool as all get-out.

It bugged the hell out of Bentz.

"Olivia at work?"

Bentz nodded. "Should be home in a couple of hours." His wife still worked a couple of days a week at the Third Eye, a New Age gift shop near Jackson Square that had survived Hurricane Katrina. She'd completed her master's in psychology a while back and was considering starting her own practice, but she hadn't quite made the transition to full time. Bentz suspected she missed the hustle and bustle of the French Quarter.

Montoya found Bentz's cell phone near a huge ceramic pot filled with cascading pink and white petunias. "Looking for this?" He dusted off the phone, then handed it to him.

Glowering, Bentz muttered, "Thanks," then jammed the damned phone into his pocket.

"Bad news?" Montoya asked, suddenly sober.

"Jaskiel doesn't think I'm fit for duty."

"You're not."

Bentz bit back a hot retort as a dragonfly zipped past. Considering his current state, he couldn't argue. "Is there a reason you came all the way out here, or did you just want to give me a bad time?"

"Little of both," Montoya said. This time his teeth flashed white against his black goatee. "They're reassigning me. Making Zaroster my"-He made air quotes with his fingers-"'temporary' partner."

Lynn Zaroster was a junior detective who had been with the department a little over two years though she was barely twenty-six. Cute, smart, and athletic, Zaroster was filled with enthusiasm. She was as idealistic as Bentz was jaded.

"Change of pace for you."

"Yeah." Montoya's smile faded. "Sometimes I feel like a goddamned babysitter."

"You're afraid this might be permanent." Because Bentz was being pushed out of the department.

"Not if I have my say, but I thought I'd tell you myself. Rather than you hearing it from someone else."

Bentz nodded, wiped the sweat from his face with the sleeve of his shirt. From inside the house, through the open window, he heard the sound of Olivia's parrot, which, like the dog and this little cottage, she had inherited from her grandmother. "Jaskiel's been hinting that I should retire." His lips twisted at the thought of it. "Enjoy what's left of my life."

Montoya snorted. "You're not even fifty. That's a whole lotta 'left.' Thirty-maybe forty-years of fishing, watching football, and sitting on your ass."

"Doesn't seem to matter."

Reaching down for Bentz's crutch, Montoya said, "Maybe you could retire, draw a pension, and then get your P.I.'s license."

"Yeah ... maybe. And you can keep babysitting." Ignoring the preoffered crutch, Bentz started inside, the little dog hurrying ahead of him. "Come on, I'll buy you a beer."

"Have you gone off the wagon?" Montoya was right beside him, hauling the damned crutch.

"Not yet." Bentz held the door open. "But then, the day's not over."

Chapter Two Bentz was slipping away from her.

Olivia could feel it.

And it pissed her off. Yes, she was sad, too, she thought as she tore down the road in her old Ford Ranger, a relic with nearly two hundred thousand miles that she would have to trade in soon.

She loved her husband and when she'd vowed to stick with him through good times and bad, she'd meant it. She'd thought he had, too, but ever since the accident ...

She braked for a curve on the long country road winding through this part of bayou country on the way to her home, a small bungalow built near the swamp, one she'd shared with Grannie Gin before the old lady had passed on. She'd lived in it alone for a few years, but eventually, when she and Bentz had married, he'd moved from his apartment to the bungalow tucked deep into the woods.

His daughter had lived with them for a while, though that hadn't worked out all that great. Kristi was a grown woman and had needed her own space. But they'd been happy here for the past few years.

Until the damned accident.

A freak occurrence.

Lightning had cleaved an oak tree and a thick branch had come down on Rick, pinning him and nearly severing his spine. Even now she shuddered thinking of those dark days when she hadn't been certain whether he would live or die.

He'd clung to life. Barely. And in that time she and her stepdaughter had finally bonded, clenching each other's hands in the hospital when the doctors had given Bentz a dire prognosis.

She'd thought she'd lose him, expected him to die. And in those heart-rending days, she'd regretted not having a child with him, not having a part of him to carry on. Maybe it was selfish. But she didn't care.

She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the rearview mirror. Worried amber-colored eyes stared back at her. She didn't like what was happening.

"So do something about it," she said. She'd never been one to hold back. Her temper had been described as "mercurial" on more than one occasion. By Bentz. The first time she'd met the man, she'd gone toe-to-toe with him, reporting a murder she'd witnessed though her visions. That had set him back a bit. He hadn't believed her, at first. But she'd convinced him.


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  • Posted August 28, 2009

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    I waited eagerly for Malice to hit the shelves and I wasn't disappointed. It was un-put-downable. Full credit to Lisa Jackson for writing so eloquently of Bentz's frustration (I know he's not real, but his persistence in the face of enmity was particularly well done!).
    Lisa Jackson's books are very well plotted and her characterisation is exceptional (hence my complete addiction to the New Orleans crew). My measure of a good book is one where time becomes a concept and not some strident intrusion into my pleasure. Malice made me forget everything else and had me glued to every word.
    Well done Lisa Jackson, but don't waste time sitting on your laurels.

    8 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 11, 2009

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    An action-packed suspense thriller

    Twelve years ago Rick Bentz divorced his cheating wife Jennifer. Soon after ending his marriage, Jennifer died in a car crash. He identified the corpse. Rick left LAPD taking a job with the New Orleans police and remarried Olivia.<BR/><BR/>While driving during a storm, Rick is involved in an accident that hospitalizes him. He suddenly smells Jennifer¿s sweet perfume and sees her in his hospital room. After being discharged a package containing a death certificate and photos of a woman who looks like Jennifer arrives with a Culver City, California postmark. Deciding he needs to know the truth but conceals from his wife his fear that he is losing his mind, Rick heads to California wondering how she can be alive when he saw her body. At the same he arrives in the Los Angeles area, his last unsolved case at LAPD is reopened as the Twenty-one Killer apparently returns strangling identical twins on their 21st birthday. Bentz knows somehow he is the link, but not by whom or why.<BR/><BR/>The key to this action-packed suspense thriller is the viewpoint of the Bentz adversary as the audience sees a different perspective as to what happened a dozen years ago and the target of vengeance may be Bentz, but the avenue of achievement is through Olivia. The story line is action-packed from the first time Bentz¿s olfactory sense kicks in and never slows down as the haunting of the sleuth is by someone overflowing with MALICE towards him and his loved ones tales its¿ toll. (see LOST SOULS for his daughter's thriller).<BR/><BR/>Harriet Klausner

    5 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 18, 2011

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    highly recommended

    I have enjoyed all the Lisa Jackson I've read so far. What I really like about this one is that I'm 90% done w/ the book, and I STILL haven't figured out who dunnit!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 23, 2010

    Not up to par

    Don't get me wrong I love Lisa Jackson's books and Malice was not bad as a story goes. That said, I found this to be a let down after just finishing Lost Souls which I loved. I felt like the author couldn't make up her mind what type of book she wanted it to be. A little characture introduction/history at the beginning, 100 or so pages of Bentz seeing his dead ex-wife without much else going on, a little sex scene that wasn't related to the storyline, a little serial killer murder that also had no major impact on the story . . . it was like part of another book got thrown into this one by mistake, then a few murders, and finally the predictable ending. Like the book was written in sections and I found myself getting bored with each section after about 50 pages of it. I think it would have been so much better had each of these events/sections been mixed in together and not so seperated. I kept finding myself saying ok enough allready is anything else going to happen here and then just skimming pages to get to something interesting. Not my favorite of her books but it won't stop me from reading more of hers in the future.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 19, 2009

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    Great Read!

    This is a great suspense novel, I didn't want to put it down. Lisa Jackson has taken what could be just another suspense novel but added a twist that isn't expected. I strongly recommend it.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 13, 2009

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    A thrill a minute

    With an impeccable imagination, great characters and the baddest of bad guys Lisa Jackson gives us one impossible to put down novel.
    In Malice we re-visit Rick Benz Lisa's New Orleans detective who she features in many of her books. He's being haunted by his dead first wife, his current wife is keeping a secret and his life is in shambles due to his injury at the end of the book Lost Souls which features Rick's daughter Kristi. Malice was a thrill a minute keep you up til you finish it read, with lots of action, great suspense and a mind boggling mystery for you to figure out.
    This book will appeal to all lovers of great mystery, crime or suspense lovers

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 25, 2013

    Excellent read!

    I couldn't put this book down, it kept me guessing to the last page!

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  • Posted May 24, 2013

    Great series

    Got to know the characters -- highly recommend Lisa Jackson

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 8, 2013

    Great read

    You just don't see it coming.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 13, 2013


    Started slow but once the story picked up, I couldn't put the book down

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 4, 2012

    Intense !

    Great read.....

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 29, 2012

    a 3 star book that could have been 5

    A good book with lots of detail. It took me awhile to get into this book. There is alot of what I would call "page filling dribble drabble".
    Where the aurthor seems to go on and on "over" describing scenes and people and actions. But if you can get through all of that and still keep up with the basics of what is really going on, it is a good book. But in reality the author could have easily cut 40-50 pages out of the book without all the inane descriptions. Thats why I only left 3 stars.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 16, 2012

    Great Read!

    I truly enjoyed reading the 6th book in Lisa Jackson's New Orleans Series, Malice. I really like the characters and have grown accustom to their personalities. The storyline in this book was great. I highly recommend it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 15, 2012

    Too long

    Spent a lot of time trying to get thru this book

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 6, 2012


    What is the difference between this one and the more expensive copy??

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  • Posted December 6, 2011

    highly recomend

    Its a great book so far i have loved all her mystery books i have read several and they are addicting

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 19, 2011

    Another great Lisa Jackson book

    Lisa Jackson is one of my favorite authors, have read almost all of her books. Have read all of the New Orleans series except #5 because of the reviews. Malice was a great book & so nice to get away from the whole religious/priest/nun theme for a change.
    I highly recommend this one!

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  • Posted July 13, 2011

    Couldn't keep reading it

    I have read other Lisa Jackson books and liked her other books in this series but I could not finish this one. It goes on and on and I finally bought a different book as I couldn't stay with this one. Would like to know how it ends but can't force myself to read it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 18, 2011

    You must read this book!

    This book will keep you on the edge of your seat! You will not be able to put it down!

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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