Say No More (Gravediggers Series #3)

Say No More (Gravediggers Series #3)

by Liliana Hart

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ISBN-13: 9781501150081
Publisher: Pocket Books
Publication date: 07/25/2017
Series: Gravediggers Series , #3
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 368
Sales rank: 98,221
File size: 4 MB

About the Author

Liliana Hart is a New York Times, USA TODAY, and Publishers Weekly bestselling author of more than forty titles. Since self-publishing in June of 2011, Liliana has sold more than four million ebooks. She’s appeared at #1 on lists all over the world and all three of her series have appeared on the New York Times list. Liliana is a sought after speaker and she’s given keynote speeches and self-publishing workshops from California to New York to London. When Liliana and her husband aren’t spending time with their children, they’re living the life of nomads, traveling wherever interests them most.

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Say No More

  • Nice, France


    There were some men who wore elegance like a second skin. Dante Malcolm was one of them.

    He guided the cigarette boat through the black water like a knife, sending a fine spray of mist into the air. The moon was full, the stars bright, and the night crisp and clear. The smell of sea salt and lavender perfumed the air. It was the perfect night for a party. And an even better night for a burglary.

    His tuxedo was hand-tailored and silk, his bow tie perfectly tied, and his shoes properly shined. His black hair was cut precisely, so that it would fall rakishly across his forehead instead of appearing windblown.

    There was something about wealth that had always appealed to him—the glitter of jewels, the smell of expensive perfume, the not-so-subtle way the elite bragged about their latest toys or investments. It was all a game. And he’d always been a winner. But there had been a small thorn in his side—or maybe it was his conscience—over the past few months.

    Liv Rothschild.

    He was in love with her. Every stubborn, vivacious, persistent, gorgeous inch of her. And that was turning out to be more of a problem than he’d anticipated. Love had never been in the cards for him. Not until he’d crossed paths with a woman whose beauty had literally stopped him in his tracks. Her stunning features had lured him in, but her intelligence had kept him coming back for more.

    She knew the world he was accustomed to—the world of the titled and wealthy British elite. Her father had been a prominent member of society, and he’d married an American actress who preferred the drama in her life instead of on the screen. Liv had a sister—a twin—and though he’d only been thirteen at the time, he remembered the news coverage when Elizabeth Rothschild had gone missing.

    The guilt Liv carried from that day her sister vanished was what had forged her future. She’d never stopped looking for her. The investigations had turned up no clue to her whereabouts, and even Dante’s searches in the MI6 database had returned nothing. Not a hospital visit or a fingerprint taken. The assumption was that Elizabeth Rothschild was dead. He tended to agree.

    But Liv had never lost hope, and Elizabeth’s disappearance had motivated Liv to go into law enforcement and ultimately join Interpol so she would have the resources she needed to find her sister. What had been a surprise to Liv was that she was a damned good agent. What had been a surprise to him was that he’d started looking forward to their paths crossing from time to time. Fortunate circumstances had combined their efforts on this case.

    Which was why they were meeting at the Marquis de Carmaux’s château in the south of France. He enjoyed working with Liv, and if he had his way, they’d continue to work together. And play together. In his mind, life couldn’t get any better. He could have it all. And he did.

    La Château Saint-Germain was lit like a beacon atop the rugged cliffs overlooking the Mediterranean Sea, a pink monstrosity with towers and turrets and more than fifty rooms that rarely got used. Expensive cars lined the narrow road that wound up the steep bluff, headlights beaming for as far as the eye could see as their occupants waited for the valets to take the keys. He checked his watch, noting that Liv should already be inside.

    Dante eased off the throttle, and the boat coasted up to the dock. He tossed the rope to the valet, who tied it to the mooring, and then he stepped up onto the dock, adjusting his cuffs and bow tie.

    The pathway from the dock led all the way up to the château, the grounds divided into three steep tiers. The wooden steps were lined with hanging lanterns, and the trees were decorated with lights. Once at the top, Dante sauntered along the stone-paved walkway toward the house and retrieved his invitation from the inside of his jacket pocket to present to the doorman. It was time to work.

    The Marquis de Carmaux had terrible taste in wine and women, but his art was exceptional. His personal collection was going on loan to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City for the next year, so he’d decided to throw a farewell party so the social elite could not only praise him for his generosity, but be envious of something they’d never be able to get their hands on.

    Dante had been fortunate enough to be born into the British upper crust where wealth was passed from one generation to the next, easily accumulated with buying or selling real estate, and easily squandered on a whim. He was titled, a lord no less, and he’d been educated at the best schools, one of his classmates being the future king of England. He also had an unusual talent for math—he could solve any problem in his head, no matter how difficult. It gave him a natural aptitude for winning at cards.

    He had many other talents as well—an ease with languages and the ability to see patterns amid what seemed to be nothing but random occurrences—which was why MI6 had wanted him so badly. To a wealthy young man of twenty-two who had multiple degrees in mathematics and was quickly getting bored of the party life that all his contemporaries seemed to live for, becoming an intelligence agent for his country had seemed like the right choice.

    It had been around the same time that he’d met a man by the name of Simon Locke.

    Simon had introduced him to the art of stealing. He’d given Dante something that no amount of money could provide, that seduced him as no woman had, and that international espionage couldn’t satisfy, though it came a close second. Simon had given him an adrenaline rush that was more intense than any drug and just as addictive.

    Simon Locke had given him a purpose. Dante felt no remorse when it came to taking things that belonged to others. Because he only took from those who could afford to lose what he stole, from those who had taken what wasn’t rightfully theirs. His jobs always had an ulterior motive. He would collect the item that didn’t truly belong to the current owner, and he’d take a second piece of his choosing as his commission.

    He’d met Simon in a Belgian prison while on assignment. MI6 had set up Dante’s arrest, along with a suspected terrorist he’d been drinking with in a pub, by doing a checkpoint sweep for drunk-and-disorderlies. His mission was to get information about recent bombings in Brussels. He and the terrorist had been locked in a cell together, but Simon had been thrown in with them, having been caught up in the same sweep. He’d been neither drunk nor disorderly, but in the wrong place at the wrong time.

    The cell was no bigger than a small closet, maybe eight by eight feet, and metal-frame bunk beds that had been bolted into the floor sat against one of the stone walls. The mattresses were paper-thin and dingy, and it was best not to think about what was on them. There was a metal hole in the floor for a toilet and a barred window that overlooked the guarded courtyard below. The cell was shrouded in darkness, but every twenty-seven seconds the spotlight from one of the towers scanned across the window, giving light to the shadows of the cell.

    Simon stayed quiet while Dante drew information from their third cellmate, who had been drunk and disorderly, but fortunately was also loose-lipped. And when the man had passed out and was snoring obnoxiously in a corner, Simon had looked over and said, “It’s good to know British Intelligence hasn’t changed.”

    Dante had been speaking in flawless French to their other cellmate, but still Simon had known. And then he’d said something that piqued Dante’s curiosity.

    “I was like you once.”

    In his twenty-two-year-old arrogance, he’d responded, “I beg your pardon, but there’s no one else like me.”

    Locke had smiled at him and moved into the spotlight. He wasn’t a big man—maybe five eight or five nine—and his hair was slicked back and tied at the nape of his neck. Even in the holding cell, his black slacks were precisely pressed and his expensive shirt only slightly mussed. There was a nonchalant cockiness about him that Dante could appreciate. He wasn’t screaming about injustice like many of the others down the long hallway. He was calm and cool, his hands in his pockets.

    St. Gilles Prison was overcrowded, its nineteenth-century cells never meant to accommodate so many prisoners. The holding cells were in the east tower. MI6 had assured Dante he’d be released early the next morning, but that was still hours away.

    “Are they planning your release for the morning, Mr. . . .”

    “Malcolm. I’m sure someone will post bond for me in the morning,” Dante said vaguely. “And you? Will you be released in the morning? I didn’t catch your name.”

    Simon smiled again and jangled some change in his pockets. Dante was surprised they hadn’t confiscated the man’s belongings when they’d brought him in.

    “You can call me Locke,” he said.

    “The jailers are getting lax,” Dante said, nodding to his pockets, making Simon grin again.

    “Not so much. My pockets were empty when I came in. I tend to travel light.”

    Dante wasn’t sure how Locke could have acquired a handful of change, but he was getting tired of the man’s vagueness.

    “I told you I was like you once,” Simon said. “What if I told you there’s something more for you than interrogating two-bit terrorists in a moldy jail cell?”

    “I’d say they were right to arrest you for drunkenness.”

    He shrugged. “I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. It happens. What if I told you I can get us both released right now? A man like you isn’t used to places like this. I can see the disgust in your eyes. They give you these jobs because you’re young and don’t know any better than to take them. But wait until the rats come. You’ll learn to speak up then.”

    The man was beginning to get under his skin, but Dante had to admit he was curious. And the idea of spending even a few more hours inside the dark cell grated against his sense of propriety.

    “And how would you get us released?” Dante asked.

    Simon took a copper cent from his pocket and held it up to the passing light. “Watch and learn.”

    He had watched. And he had learned. Simon had used that copper cent to remove the bars from the window, sharpening it into a screwdriver and undoing the bolts, catching each one in his hand so it didn’t fall to the courtyard below. He’d used a thread from the hem of his pants to separate the bars from the stone wall, all without making a single sound.

    So Dante had followed him, knowing that he could at any moment be caught and shot, but there had been something compelling about Simon. He’d watched the other man scale the narrow ledges of the prison, counting the seconds before the spotlight would pass, and timing his movements precisely.

    Dante had done the same thing, and he’d found the rush of living on the fringes felt better than it should. Then they were outside the prison, not a soul the wiser. Before they’d gone a block, Simon had slipped into the shadows as if he’d never been there at all.

    The next day, Dante had thought he might have imagined the whole event—except that he’d had to report to his superiors about the information the terrorist had given him, and answered why he hadn’t been at the jail when someone had come to bail him out. He’d told them about the man, described his features and abilities. And though he hadn’t given them a name, they’d known the name of Simon Locke. And thanks to Dante, they now had a physical description of him.

    He’d returned to London and his home, feeling like he’d somehow betrayed Simon, even though he’d spent hours studying his file and knowing he was a wanted man. When he walked into his bedroom, Simon had been sitting in the chair by the fireplace as if he belonged there. He’d known his identity had been compromised, but it didn’t seem to bother him. His confidence in his ability was much greater than his confidence that there was anyone out there good enough to catch him. But he’d admitted he was getting older, and that he was losing the zest he’d once had for the life.

    He’d said once the desire started to wane, it was only a matter of time before a job ended in prison time instead of wealth and luxury. Simon hadn’t been the first Simon Locke. There’d been another before him, and another before him, who’d chosen and trained their successors with great care.

    Simon had chosen Dante to be the next.

    And Dante had accepted.

    His work at MI6 had become secondary, but his training there had given him unimaginable advantages. He and Simon had more in common than he’d expected. But there were some jobs he wouldn’t take. Dante refused to steal for the sake of stealing. There had to be a reason, and someone had to benefit. Having a moral compass, as loose as it may be, had kept him grounded. It had been the only time he and Simon had ever argued, but Dante had drawn a hard line in the sand and he’d stuck with it.

    For the last ten years, Dante had been Simon Locke. His mentor had taken him to dinner one night, and over dessert he’d casually passed him the torch, saying he was retiring and sailing to Antigua to live out his life and enjoy the spoils of his profession. He hadn’t seen Simon since, or gotten wind that he’d taken up the life again.

    Dante had taken the passing of the name seriously, and he’d never had a moment of regret.

    But Liv Rothschild had been a surprise. He’d seduced her for his own pleasure the moment he saw her. But then he’d found himself being seduced. Interpol had been looking for Simon Locke for years, and as irony would have it, she was put in charge of the investigation.

    It had been pure self-preservation that had caused him to involve MI6 in the hunt for Simon Locke. She’d come too close too often to discovering his true identity, and joining his MI6 resources with hers guaranteed that he always knew the steps she was taking. She was good. But he was better.

    He could’ve stopped, of course. But when it came down to it, Dante didn’t want to. The thrill was in his blood. But Liv had become his oxygen. He needed both of them to survive, and he had no reason to think he couldn’t have everything he wanted.

    There was no reason to confess and ruin everything. Some confessions could never be forgiven. Liv was a straight arrow. She was adventurous and liked the thrill of the chase—that was in her blood, just as thieving was in his. But in the end, law and order would take precedence.

    He’d always enjoyed the Marquis de Carmaux’s château. It had been built in the eighteenth century to honor the palace of Versailles, and everything as far as the eye could see was decorated in French Baroque. It was overdone and gaudy, but as Carmaux liked to say, it was jolly good fun and women loved it. Dante and Carmaux had been friends for years, and he could attest to both of those statements.

    The entryway was done in pink marble and was completely open to the second floor. The domed ceiling was painted with cherubs and erotic scenes that most people never noticed, although the other nudes painted in niches along the walls were harder to miss. The double staircase was the showpiece, also done in pink marble and flanked by pink marble columns. Whenever he walked in, Dante always felt as if he’d been swallowed whole and was lounging about in someone’s stomach.

    He made his way through the growing crowd and into the ballroom—white, thank God, with gold-leaf trim and ceilings again painted with subtly erotic love scenes. It smelled of perfume and excitement, and couples were already moving around the dance floor. The ballroom opened up on either side—on one side was the bar and a smattering of high tables so people could rest, and on the other were the doors that led into the courtyard.

    What Dante didn’t see was the one woman he was looking for. Then he felt her behind him, and his mouth quirked in a smile as he turned.

    “You’re late,” Liv said.

    “I’m never late, darling,” he said, taking her hand and kissing it. And then he stopped and lingered when he got a good look at her.

    Never had a woman had the ability to make his heart skip a beat. He’d always thought the phrase trite and impossible—foolish words of romance. But now he knew it to be true.

    She was spectacular. She wore a long column of dark blue velvet—strapless and simple in its design—and the small train pooled at her feet like the darkest part of the ocean. Her white-blond hair was piled artfully on top of her head, and a sapphire the size of his thumb dangled just above her décolletage. His gaze lingered there, and all he could imagine was her wearing nothing but that necklace.

    “If you keep looking at me like that, we’re likely to get in trouble,” she said, her lilting voice husky.

    “Only if we do what I’m thinking about in front of all these people.” He released her hand and took two flutes of champagne from a passing tray, handing one to her.

    “Are you sure he’ll be here tonight?” she asked, looking around the ballroom.

    “I have a gut feeling. Carmaux has one of the premier art collections in the world, and after tonight, it’s going to be under museum security. If Locke is going to make his move, it’ll be tonight, when everything is out on display.”

    “There are close to a thousand people here, and security is everywhere,” Liv said, bringing the flute to her lips to cover her words. “He’d be a fool to try to take one of these paintings. And Simon Locke is no fool.”

    “Everyone has a weakness,” Dante told her. “And a challenge like this one is his. He’d go down in history as the greatest thief ever to live. To steal something in plain sight of all these people?”

    The job for his client would be easy. It was the piece he’d chosen for his own commission that would be tricky. An American woman had hired him to take back a family heirloom. She was the great-great-granddaughter of James Abbott McNeill Whistler, from the line of one of his many illegitimate children, but he’d done a small portrait of his three-year-old granddaughter, his favorite, shortly before he died.

    The painting was only four feet by six, and it portrayed his granddaughter, Anna—who’d been named after his mother—sitting in a field of white daisies in a white dress. On the back of the painting, Whistler had written her a note in pencil.

    The great-great-granddaughter, who was also named Anna, had told Dante the painting had been very dear to her mother, but her stepfather had sold it for a fraction of what it was worth during hard times.

    Dante wasn’t a fool. He’d known con artists his whole life. But he’d checked out the woman’s story through his sources at MI6 and determined that the painting did rightfully belong to her family. The Marquis de Carmaux had the painting sitting on a shelf in his library. Dante had passed by it dozens of times before and never given it a thought. Whistler wasn’t one he preferred for his personal collection.

    He took Liv’s champagne and set both flutes on a nearby table, then led her to the dance floor so he had an excuse to take her into his arms beneath the glittering chandeliers. There was an orchestra at one end of the grand ballroom, and Carmaux’s art collection was arranged around the perimeter, special lighting emphasizing each piece. The highlight of the collection was a Picasso that was worth close to eighty million euros, but it was the Degas tucked in the corner that Dante had decided on for his commission.

    “You know,” she said, “sometimes you sound as if you admire Locke.” Her mouth quirked in an amused smile as his arm came around her waist and she put her delicate hand in his.

    He nodded and said, “You have to respect someone who is good at what they do. And he’s the best.” He ran his finger down the length of her spine and felt her shiver beneath his touch. “It doesn’t mean we won’t catch him. But I do respect him.”

    She leaned back to look at him, her brow arched. “Don’t be jealous, darling. You’re very good at what you do. But if it makes you feel better, I’ll put you in handcuffs too.”

    His dick spiked at the blatant invitation in her eyes, and he drew her closer. Her indrawn gasp told him she knew exactly the effect she was having on his body.

    “Naughty girl,” he said. “Feel what you do to me?”

    “Mmm,” she purred. “This could get awkward. But think how I feel. I’m not wearing any panties.”

    His steps faltered and he stopped in the middle of the dance floor, hoping the black spots would clear from his vision before he made a fool of himself.

    “I believe that’s something I should find out for myself.”

    “We’re supposed to be working,” she reminded him. “Locke could be right under our noses.”

    “The party has just started, darling,” he assured her, spinning her back into the waltz. “Locke seems like the kind of man who likes to make a statement. I noticed you brought in reinforcements. I saw Donner out of the corner of my eye, looking horrified at the goose liver paté.”

    “If it doesn’t come from a cow, Donner isn’t interested,” she said, referring to one of the other Interpol agents and her closest friend. “I called him in for backup. I just have an uneasy feeling.”

    “You wouldn’t be good at your job if your feelings were easy. I’ve come to learn Locke better over the last months. He’s going to want a splash. He’ll wait until the room is at its most crowded.”

    “Care to make a wager on it?” she asked, her voice seductive and low. “I think he’ll wait until everyone starts to leave. Maybe even until tomorrow, just before the trucks arrive to collect the art.”

    “And what do I get if I win?” he asked.

    “You know that little red thing you like?”

    “I like it better when it’s on the floor,” he told her. “I’ve got a better idea. If I win, we’ll both take vacation time. Two weeks. I have a villa in Tuscany. I’ll give the staff a holiday, so we never have to put clothes on.”

    His Tuscan villa housed some of his personal collection, and part of him wanted her to walk by his most prized possessions, knowing that she wouldn’t recognize what was in her presence. Knowing he could get away with it. He understood that there was a kind of sickness to the need to have her so close, but still so far from knowing the real him. But he couldn’t help it.

    “Sounds drafty,” she said, smiling.

    “I have a rooftop garden,” he said. “I’ll make love to you there under the stars.”

    “Romantic,” she said, leaning into him. And then she placed her lips next to his ear and whispered, “I’m not in the mood for romantic. I’ll go to Italy with you if you’ll figure out a way to fuck me now.”

    His breath caught and his fingers dug into her back. She always knew how to catch him off guard. It was one of the things he loved about her.

    He expertly waltzed her across the crowded dance floor until they’d reached the perimeter, and he discreetly checked his watch. There was still an hour and a half before Simon Locke was due to make his appearance. If he’d calculated precisely—and he always did—he could easily accommodate her wishes.

    He leaned down and kissed the nape of her neck before whispering against her ear, “Here’s your mission, should you choose to accept it.” He used the popular line from Mission: Impossible just to hear her laugh.

    “You’re going to retreat to the second floor where the ladies’ washroom is. To the right of the washroom is a small library. It’ll be unlocked—Carmaux likes to show off his first editions once he’s had a little too much to drink. There’s a fireplace along the south wall, with two hideous Rodin sculptures on either side.”

    “Tell me how you really feel,” she said.

    “Hush, love. Don’t interrupt or it’ll be ages before you get to come.” He enjoyed the quick flash of arrogance in her eyes. “Now, where was I?”

    “You were pressing me closer so Lady Montreaux can’t see your hard-on. Daft old hag.”

    He grinned. “That mouth is going to get you into so much trouble.”

    “If you hurry, I’ll show you exactly what I can do with this mouth.”

    “Right,” he said, remembering to breathe. “Pull the hideous Rodin on the left toward you, and the bookshelf to the right of the fireplace will open up.”

    “You certainly know a lot about the Marquis de Carmaux’s personal residence,” she said curiously.

    “I’ve played more hands of cards in that room than I can tell you.”

    “Did you win?” she asked.

    “Yes,” he said, nipping just below her ear. “And I’ve been on quite a lucky streak.”

    She smoothed her hand down his chest, but didn’t stop as she reached his belt, taking hold of the hard length straining against his trousers. “It looks like your lucky streak is about to continue.”

    “Fifteen minutes,” he said, checking his watch. “Starting now.”

    She straightened his bow tie and gave him a sassy wink. “You’d better take the back way. Lady Montreaux is bound to notice something amiss with your trousers. Knowing her, she’d think she was the reason, and then you’d really be in trouble.”

    “Time just started,” he said, tapping his watch and grinning.

    She laughed as she broke away from him, moving through the crowd and back toward the foyer and the stairs.

    He watched her for a full minute before he moved from his spot. Then he checked his watch again. Every second was crucial during a job of this magnitude. Timing was everything.

    He’d spent six months planning this heist, and he wouldn’t come away empty-handed, despite the challenges. But there was a small warning that kept flashing in the back of his mind. Liv had always been so close on his heels. And he’d literally brought her into the lion’s den for this one, almost as if he wanted to see how good she really was. Or prove to himself how good he really was.

    He circled to the other side of the ballroom and then slipped off to a side hall that led to Carmaux’s private office. The narrow hallway was darkened to discourage guests from wandering, with a strategically positioned velvet rope to keep anyone from going too far. There was a secret passage in Carmaux’s office, similar to the one in the library.

    The staff knew him here—the upstairs maid and one of the serving staff on an intimate level, though that threesome had been several years before during his wilder days—and while he normally wouldn’t care if they saw him, it was best he stay under the radar tonight.

    Carmaux’s office was locked, as he expected, and it took him less than ten seconds to open the door with the pin he’d slipped from Liv’s hair. He slid inside and closed the door behind him. The lights were off, but the large picture window behind the desk admitted a flood of moonlight. There was a stillness about an empty room, a quietness that couldn’t be replicated. Dante paused, his senses on alert. Most people wouldn’t have realized and would’ve walked on by. But he wasn’t most people.

    Instead, he strolled casually to the desk and leaned against it so the light was at his back, and crossed his ankles.

    “And who might you be?” he asked.

    She came out of the shadows like an apparition, but she was flesh and blood and bone. He could appreciate her beauty, much as he would a priceless piece of art, but there was no warmth to her. Her skin gleamed in the moonlight, the black dress she was barely wearing drawing attention to her assets. It plunged low in the front, almost to her navel, giving a glimpse of perfect breasts. And it slit high up the leg so he could see her hip as she walked toward him on metallic stilettos.

    Once he got past the body, he moved on to the face. She was of Asian descent, mixed with Anglo features—her bones were delicate, with high cheekbones and almond-shaped eyes that were as black as the dress she wore. Her lips were full and slicked red, and her hair lush and curled over one shoulder, sleek and shiny as a sealskin.

    “It’s not important to know who I am,” she said. “What’s important is that I know who you are.”

    Dante smiled but felt a cold frisson of fear snake down his spine. “I’m an open book, darling.”

    She smiled this time and came closer, passing inches in front of him as she went around the desk and took the seat at the helm. He turned so he faced her, but didn’t sit. He’d already lost ground with her. She propped her feet on the desk, showing off wicked heels and legs that seemed to go all the way to her ears.

    “Let’s not play games,” she said. “I believe your time is running short.” She nodded at his watch, but he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of looking to check the time.

    He didn’t know who the hell this woman was, but he was going to make it his life’s mission to find out.

    “I’m growing tired of your theatrics,” he said, straightening his cuffs and preparing to leave. “As you’ve said, my time is short. I have much more pleasurable company waiting for me.”

    “Don’t worry,” she said, smirking. “Miss Rothschild has had a mishap. I believe someone spilled some champagne on her lovely dress. She’ll be a few minutes late to your meeting.”

    “You’re making a very dangerous enemy,” he told her, his eyes narrowing. He was armed, even though he didn’t need a weapon to kill. But leaving a body behind wasn’t part of Simon Locke’s MO, and a murder charge would certainly up the ante.

    “I make a habit of that, Lord Malcolm,” she said. “Or do you prefer Agent Malcolm? Or better yet, should I call you Simon Locke?”

    “Which government do you work for?”

    “Have a seat,” she said. “And listen closely.”

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    Sure would like to see this series continue...
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    Loved the book. The idea of this series is mind bogling, it is very believable. Loved the romance and sex, cannot wait for no. 4,
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    I loved it. Once again an awesome book! Job well down i could not put it down.
    Book_Sniffers_Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Dante is not a character that we’ve seen too much of leading up to this installment. He’s always away doing things when there’s ever any downtime and he doesn’t seem to really hang out with the guys much when there’s a break in work. So, I was interested in learning a little bit about him. I especially liked the concept that he was both part of an elite special force and also a well known thief by the name of Simon Locke at the time of his “death”. Not to mention that his girlfriend was a detective who’s mission at the time was to take down Simon Locke. With those two things considered, I thought this book was going to be explosive. Say No More is pretty much a secret spy novel. There’s a lot of recon, surveillance work, and the characters go undercover to get close to their target. Dante and Liv don’t actually reunite until about 200 pages into the story. Liv is trying to save kidnapped girls who are being sold into the sex slavery and Dante is trying to recover launch codes. It just so happens that their target is the same person. A lot of the story is sort of the set-up for these two with both how they knew each other before, and what they’ve been up to since. I’ll be honest, I was a little bored through a lot of it. Plus, it didn’t help that they didn’t team up with each other until the last quarter of the story. While their romance isn’t necessarily considered “instalove” since they were together previously, I felt like they fell back into old ways too quickly. I mean, you just found out the double-crosser is still somehow alive, you’ve both been captured by the enemy and thrown in their underground cell, and yet you start going at it like rabbits the moment you’re alone? I just felt like if I had more time with them as a couple in the present, I’d have connected with them a bit more as a team. While Say No More isn’t my favorite from the Gravediggers series, it was still interesting getting to see who Dante was and what his life was like before he was “killed”. However, I wish we had more time with Dante and Liv together in present time, and I wish Liv had made him grovel for the way things went down in his “previous” life. I mean, the man almost ruined her entire career. I plan to keep up with the series because I really want to know Axel’s story and see how that all plays out. He not only left behind a wife that he still keeps tabs on, but he requested that the Gravedigger AI be given his wife’s voice. Hmmm…. something tells me his story is going to be a good one and I really hope he’s able to reconnect with his wife.
    reececo331 More than 1 year ago
    Say No More (Gravediggers #3) by Liliana Hart Third in the series, now it’s time for the desperate members of the group to find their own path. Dante the playboy of the group had some distance from the others. He had his own apartment separate from the Gravediggers. This book looks into his life, how he began as a Gravedigger, the reasons and rhythms that put him in a desperate place. Yet the playboy had a weakness, the woman he left when he died. Now he is face to face with her greatest strength and weakness. He learns about a solution for his problems would involve putting his heart on the line. James Bond has infiltrated the Gravediggers girls, but sorry dear readers he does not own his heart anymore.
    cntrygirlzroc More than 1 year ago
    I've probably said this before but this is the best one. Funny with some smoking sex, a little mystery, and several handsome guys. I felt like I was right there with them or watching a movie. By the way this would make an awesome movie. Liv works for Interpol and has been searching for her twin sister for twenty some years. She is paired up with MI6 agent Dante, they are looking for a thief who slips in and out without anyone knowing. What Liv doesn't know is that the thief and Dante are one and the same. But his number is up, he can either go to prison or join THE GRAVEDIGGERS. He chooses option two and goes off a building with Liv standing there. Two years later Dante is sent to steal nuclear launch codes and runs into Liv who is looking for kidnapped girls. She gets taken back to headquarters with them to determine whether they can trust her or not. They are all sent to go undercover to an island where they think the launch codes and girls are. They must find the codes and girls before they're auctioned off. * Voluntarily and wrote an honest review for Netgalley *
    Linda__ More than 1 year ago
    Loved this book! This novel tells us Dante's story and his past as an exceptional thief while also working in law enforcement assigned to find the thief that is him. His past disrupted his future when Eve (of Trident/Gravediggers) paid him a visit and convinced him to join the Gravediggers. Unfortunately, this resulted in hurting Liv, the woman he loved. Dante is an arrogant man who, while still in love with Liv, is not allowed to be with her. When he encounters her while on a job, they are both stunned, however, they are both searching for different things in the same location. What follows is a compelling story that touches on human trafficking while the Gravediggers strive to save the innocent from a potential world war. Fans of the genre will love this book. While Dante is my least favorite Gravedigger, I still loved this book. I would give this 4.5 stars, taking off half a star for Dante's arrogance. I would have liked him so much better if he had shown more personal growth. Put this one at the top of your TBR list. The author is on my must read authors' list.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Good book
    ReadYourWrites More than 1 year ago
    Say No More is the third book in Liliana Hart’s Gravediggers series and it does not disappoint. I have read all of the books and can assure you that they could be read as standalones. However, you should really read them in succession in order to get the full experience and understand all of the relationships. Nonetheless, I feel like I am just saying the same thing over and over again about this series. I love it. I really love it. It’s action packed. There’s an extremely X-rated approach to the sex that goes on between the hero and the heroine so there will be a need for several cold showers. In addition, the characters have some very interesting back stories that lend credence to their actions. In this installment, the focus is on former MI-6 agent Dante Malcolm who led a double life as an elusive thief named Simon Locke. During that time, he was very much involved with Olivia “Liv” Rothschild who was a Detective Inspector with Interpol. Together, they spent countless hours trying to bring down Simon Locke until Simon/Dante was given an offer that he literally could not refuse. That offer broke Liv’s heart and sent Dante to his “grave”. A couple of years of being a Gravedigger hasn’t made Dante forget about Liv. As far as Liv is concerned, she hasn’t forgotten about Dante either. Unfortunately for Liv, she carries several burdens. The least of which is the disappearance of her twin sister Elizabeth. The drama intensifies for all of them when a mission to retrieve nuclear launch codes intersects with the quest to locate a human trafficking ring. In true Gravediggers fashion, Dante and his team go all out to complete their mission while dealing with Dante’s past. Dante and Liv have never been able to resist their attraction to each other. Even while chained, they manage to still satisfy their carnal desires. Together, they create enough heat to rival the Sun. Plus, they work well together as a team. Since we are talking about the Gravediggers, know that they come prepared for every mission with weapons and tech that is unmatched. James Bond would be jealous. Everything about them is over the top. Say No More is one of those books that is packed with so much excitement, it’s impossible to put it down. I sure hope there is another book coming. All of the Gravediggers deserve to have their stories told. **Received a copy of the book from the publisher and voluntarily reviewed.**
    ZR1000 More than 1 year ago
    Another dangerous thrilling adventure… This is the second book in the Gravediggers series. As the elusive team member of The Gravediggers, Dante Malcolm prefers his condo to residence on the base as it enables him to continue the double life he’d led before his forced death. A former member of Britain’s MI6, he was also the infamous international thief Simon Locke that no one could catch though many agencies tried. His current team is unaware of his duplicity, the woman who is his boss though does, and she uses his skills to the benefit of her overall operation. Sent on a private assignment to Saudi Arabia to retrieve stolen Russian launch codes he’s blindsided by the woman he’d left behind. Life at Interpol for Detective Inspector Olivia Rothschild hasn’t been the same since she failed to capture the renowned thief who died after completing a truly spectacular heist and she learned the man she’d been bedding, the intelligence agent she was working with on the case, was also the thief. He’d been her addiction then the cause of agonizing heartbreak, his betrayal a severe lesson learned. On her own after having her hands tied after a rescue involving young children and human trafficking she followed the trail to Saudi Arabia to free more victims. She never expected she’d run into the dead man she’d loved and then grown to hate while undercover in a sultan’s palace. Two people all dressed in black having an argument while stealthily sneaking around where they weren’t supposed to be was exceedingly dangerous. But when faced with a dead man responsible for so much of her personal grief combined with the adrenaline rush of the mission and not to mention that the man still pushes her feminine buttons Liv’s anger went through the roof, Dante has a lot of explaining to do and quickly but time isn’t on their side and their only good option is working in tandem, settling things after they escape. This was a great scene with sarcastic dialogue, lots of emotions amid fast moving action and suspense, scenes like this is why this reader enjoys this series so much. Our hero is an arrogant, extremely confident, thief who had a moral code regarding his appropriations, he’s addicted to the thrill of the challenge. He had one regret when forced to leave behind the life he’d been leading, losing Olivia. She had become a necessary part of his regimen. After crossing paths again he didn’t want to give her up. He’d had a fantastic run but it’s not the same without the woman who makes his blood burn. Can he convince the kick-ass heroine to give them another chance? Dante very much reminded this reader of the fictional character Simon Templar aka The Saint. This was an exciting suspenseful story, a dangerous thrilling adventure with much intrigue and many elements to captivate your attention: a missing twin, Russian launch codes, human trafficking, an artificial intelligence program who learns with a delightfully amusing attitude, protagonists with explosive chemistry, deep unresolved emotions and character growth. An advanced reading copy was obtained from the publisher via NetGalley.
    Barb-TRC More than 1 year ago
    Say No More by Liliana Hart is the 3rd book in her Gravediggers series. Liliana Hart once again gives us another wonderful exciting, fun, action filled and hot story line revolving around the Gravediggers we have come to love. Brief refresher: The Gravediggers are elite former military men that work at a funeral home as a cover, and are in actuality working for a secret government agency that takes on impossible missions. In Say No More, Dante Malcom is our hero, and we learn so much about his past life and why Eve picked him to be part of the Gravediggers. Liv Rothschild, our heroine, was an awesome heroine; she is the best one yet, and believe me when I say the first two heroines were great. But Liv was fantastic, being an Interpol agent, beautiful, savvy, smart and someone who can stand up to even the best Gravediggers. Before Dante became a Gravedigger, he was a con artist thief, who had multiple identities and was Liv’s partner on Britain’s Elite Intelligence Force; their mission was to find the elusive thief, Simon Locke. Besides being partners, Dante and Liv are also lovers. When Eve Winter (the head of the Gravediggers) visits Dante at a party with Liv, she convinces him to accept her offer to join the Gravediggers (or he will end up in jail), since she knows everything, including that he is truly Simon Locke. Before the night is out, Simon lays dead (he isn’t really dead, as all the Gravediggers are technically dead, as a serum makes them appear dead, and then they are revived), and Liv is shocked to find out he was Simon Locke. She will have to prove her innocence, and despite her broken heart, will eventually join Interpol, as one of their best agents. What follows is a terrific story with Eve sending Dante to Europe to steal a stolen document that has dangerous codes that will release nuclear weapons. Liv is on another assignment to find a powerful man behind child slavery, and is determined to stop him. Both will end up in the same place, with Liv in total shock seeing her dead lover alive. The Gravedigger team will help Dante, and Liv will eventually also help in the dangerous mission to save the children, as well as find the codes. I loved Dante and Liv together, as they were so great, not to mention their sizzling chemistry. I hope to see more of them in the future books. This was an enjoyable, exciting story, great characters, especially those we met in earlier books, a wonderful couple and a sexy romance. Liliana Hart once again gives us a fun filled, action packed, and fast paced story that had me unable to put the book down. I suggest you start this series by reading in the correct order to fully understand the background of this series: The Darkest Corner, Gone to Dust and now Say No More.