An LA PR exec and her private investigator ex uncover a dangerous conspiracy led by Hollywood’s most powerful people, whose deadly sights are now set on them. This propulsive up-all-night read seamlessly blends globe-trotting adventure, suspenseful thriller, and rivals-to-lovers romance, perfect for fans of The Flight Attendant and The Recovery Agent . Addison Stern is unparalleled when it comes to spinning a story. A ruthless PR executive, Addison is the star employee of the infamous Ovid Blackwell Group where the rich and famous go to hide all their secrets. Connor Windell, on the other hand, is in the business of finding out information others would rather keep hidden. He used to be LA's top private investigator until a betrayal from his ex-girlfriend ruined his reputation and sent him into early retirement. That ex? None other than Addison Stern. Connor has one chance to redeem himself and salvage his career, but he needs Addison’s help. Addison would rather lick the bottom of her Jimmy Choos than assist, but with some good old-fashioned blackmail, she agrees to team up for one job. But when that job proves bigger than either imagined and they uncover a dangerous hidden web of influence led by Hollywood's most vindictive and powerful people, they’ll have to rely on each other to expose the truth…and stay alive. From the Vegas Strip to the beaches of Monaco, this globe-trotting adventure is filled with misplaced trust, competing motivations, and more than a little sexual tension. This gripping romantic thriller will have you up reading all night! "Combine the world of a high-powered publicity agent in Hollywood with other complex characters, make secrets and lies all part of a day’s work, and you have a great read. Add the murder of a client or two, whip-smart dialogue, and a propulsive plot, and it becomes perfect! Elle Marr has accomplished that and more! I was in from page one and couldn’t flip the pages fast enough to find out the twisty end I did not see coming! Bravo!" – Mary Keliikoa, award winning author of the Misty Pines mystery series and Don’t Ask, Don’t Follow "Brisk, twisty, and wholly engrossing, Your Dark Secrets smolders with tension and deadly rivalry set in the cutthroat world of the global elite. A captivating thriller that expertly blends adventure, romance, and edge-of-your-seat suspense. I loved it!" —Heather Chavez, author of Before She Finds Me “Best-selling Marr’s latest thriller spotlights the hush-hush escapades of the glamorous elite with the overpriced PR consultants hired to hide them and PIs to find them... the peripatetic chase fixing the head-shaking antics of the overprivileged entwined with the steamy haters-back-to-lovers trope will keep pages turning.” —Booklist " Your Dark Secrets was equal parts heart-pounding suspense and sizzling rivals-to-lovers romance--a must-read for anyone seeking an escape into a swift, jet-setting adventure!" —Megan Shepherd, New York Times bestselling author of Malice House and The Madman’s Daughter Elle Marr is a #1 Amazon Charts bestselling author of thrillers. Originally from Sacramento, Elle graduated from UC San Diego before moving to France, where she earned a master’s degree from the Sorbonne University in Paris. She now lives and writes in Oregon with her family. Her latest book THE FAMILY BONES earned a starred review from Publishers Weekly, which called it a "mesmerizing psychological thriller." The truth? I have never met a situation I can’t spin. After as many years as I’ve logged as a top public relations pro in SoCal, I’ve seen them all. High-profile CEOs caught swiping from the till? Rebranded by yours truly as modern-day Robin Hoods intending to direct funds to charities. Respected members of Congress who sent partial nudes? Budding photographers whose only crime was in forgetting an artistic filter across the shot.   And here in Paris, the City of Light, where my client, an actress whose stellar career made her spokesperson for an iconic perfume from La Fumée, has vomited onto the custom Chanel dress she’s wearing, I’m ready to flex that impressive skill set.   “Madame?” the line producer of the shoot squeaks through my phone. “What should I . . . uh . . . How can we . . . um?”   “Yves, I’m going to need a full sentence. Try again,” I demand.   When I first answered his call, the line producer updated me on my client’s sour stomach. Then he shared that a production assistant was snapping pictures on his phone of my client bent over. I ordered the producer to confiscate all cell phones on-site. I tabled the instructions I was giving the costume designer in the courtyard, then began marching up a centuries-old staircase beneath a vaulted cupola dripping in Renaissance influence.   “Bien sur. Of course,” the line producer adds. “Well, it’s just that . . .”   “Quickly now.”   “Well—Madame, your client is drunk. I can smell the cognac wafting from her pores from here.”   At the entrance to a g