No Time To Lie By Lexi — Blake

"Ninety-eight percent... ninety-nine... Ding! Light 'em up, Ian."

The alarm in the Zurich penthouse didn’t sound like a siren; it was a low-frequency hum that vibrated in Ian Taggart’s marrow. No Time to Lie by Lexi Blake

"Julian is at the bar," Ian said, his voice shedding the polished British accent for a cold, hard American clip. "I'm the guy who takes things back." "Ninety-eight percent

He squeezed her hand. "Now, I'm just Ian. And that’s the only truth that matters." If you'd like, I can: " Ian said