Wall Street meets the Sons of Anarchy in Damage Control, the smoldering, scorching next novel in the explosively sexy Dirty Money series from New York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones. The only thing more dangerous than a dark secret is a damaged heart… Shane Brandon has been pushed to the brink, torn between his corrupt family and his explosive, all-consuming desire for Emily Stevens, who he now knows is not who, and what, she seems. Has he trusted the wrong person? Will she, not his brother Derek, be the ultimate destruction of his family Empire. Emily tries to run from Shane, but he will stop her, confront her, force her to reveal all – one hot touch and kiss, at a time, under every intimate detail of who this woman is, and what she wants, is exposed. But as he tears away the dangers of the unknowns with the woman in his bed, and in his heart, The Martina Cartel, has set their sites on his company, his family, and the one piece of leverage they believe he won’t gamble with: Emily. This is book TWO of FOUR in Shane and Emily's story. "Lisa Renee Jones excels at creating powerful men and women who are determined to live life on their own terms, and fans will be immediately drawn to the dangerous world of Brandon Enterprises." - RT Book Reviews "High-octane romance set above the glittering lights of Denver is enhanced by the dominance of a powerful man and the cunning sweetness of a woman who isn't cowed or swayed by his wealth." - Publishers Weekly "Sure to leave readers desperate for the next installment.: - Kirkus Reviews "Edgy, brilliant and all-consuming, Dirty Money is THE series of the year! Lies, danger, secrets,and a hero you will fall HARD for. A must read!" - New York Times bestselling author Katy Evans on Hard Rules "...her impressive ability to captivate the reader by revealing only the slightest hint of the bombshell buried under the layers of her intricate story. I can't recommend this book enough." - Author A.D. Justice on Hard Rules New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed Inside Out series. In addition, both her Tall, Dark and Deadly series and The Secret Life of Amy Bensen series spent several months on a combination of the New York Times and USA Today lists. Since beginning her publishing career in 2007, Lisa has published more than 40 books that have been translated around the world. Booklist says that Jones's suspense truly sizzles with an energy similar to FBI tales with a paranormal twist by Julie Garwood or Suzanne Brockmann. Prior to publishing, Lisa owned a multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by Dallas Women Magazine . In 1998 LRJ was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine . Damage Control A Dirty Money Novel By Lisa Renee Jones St. Martin's Press Copyright © 2017 Lisa Renee Jones All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-1-250-08383-8 CHAPTER 1 SHANE "No more lies," I repeat, my hands pressed to the counter behind Emily, my body caging her against my kitchen island, though it's her web of lies that is now her prison, and my personal hell. "I know you aren't who you say you are." Panic flashes in her beautiful blue eyes that I'd once thought the window to innocence, while her palm flattens on my chest, as if preparing to push me away. "What are you talking about?" she demands, no doubt weighing how much trouble she's in, yet her voice is steady, her demeanor remarkably cool. The kind of cool that takes practice and skill. The kind of cool someone undercover exhibits. "No more games, Emily. Or whatever the hell your name is. Seth had you investigated, and nothing about who you are quite manages to add up." "Investigated," she repeats. "Right. Because why in the world wouldn't you investigate the woman in your bed?" "Since the person you say you are doesn't exist, clearly for good reason." "My secrets are mine. Mine to know. Mine to share. When I'm ready." "When exactly were you going to be ready?" Her fingers curl where they rest on my starched white shirt. "I never meant to lie to you," she says, another lie, and her voice is no longer steady, a tremble and a quake in its depths. "But you did lie to me," I remind her, a lock of her long dark hair slipping over her face, a veil that will be no better a shield to protect her than more lies. "I never even meant to go to dinner with you, let alone end up this close to you." She hesitates. "I thought we'd be the sum of that night. One night ... The rest just happened." "Ah yes. Dinner. The night the lies began." "No," she says tightly. "My secrets didn't begin with you and they don't end with you. And I darn sure wasn't going to spill them to a stranger." "I'm not a fucking stranger." "You were," she reminds me. "You were a stranger when I told you who I am." "I haven't been a stranger for a long time and we