Praise for Ring of Lies
Seriously Reviewed "I liked it! And I will probably read it again. Enjoy your reading of Ring of Lies."
9 for story and 9 for presantation!
Long and Short Reviews 4 Books "If you like fast paced romantic suspense, then grab hold of this story and don't let go until the wild adventure ride is over." Reviewed by Sunflower
Happily Ever After Reviews 3 teacups, "This is a well written thriller, a perfect piece of escapism!" Reviewed by Claudette
RT Reviews 3 Stars "...an entertaining novel with interesting characters and a fast pace." Reviewed By: Keitha Hart
Siren Book Reviews Gives Ring of Lies 4 ½ Siren Stones! ... This book is one I’d recommend to friends. Reviewed by Cia
The Romance Review rates Ring of Lies 4 Stars! ... This book boasts a multitude of interesting ingredients: two engaging characters who are perfectly matched, a priceless gem, several sinister bad-guys and a phenomenally cranky cat --all in all, a great combination that makes for a very entertaining read. A fast-moving adventure plot, this story still manages to incorporate a heartfelt and honest love story. Reviewed by Bridget
“I’m so sorry to keep you waiting. I’m Ivy Michaels …”
The air rushed from his lungs as if he’d been sucker punched. His heart raced and he gasped for breath as he stared, transfixed by the large blue diamond glittering on her finger.
“Mr. Riordan? Are you okay?” Her eyes were wide and filled with concern. He’d been right, he noted absently, her eyes were blue; as vivid a blue as the damn ring on her finger.
He met her eyes and nodded while his mind raced. He needed a moment alone. He needed time to think, to get control and figure out what the hell was going on. “Could I,” he cleared his throat and tried again. “Could I get a glass of water?”
“Of course! I’ll be right back!” She ran across the room and disappeared through the swinging kitchen door.
He took a deep breath and struggled to control the violent emotions roaring through him. He’d know that ring anywhere. It was etched into his memory, burned into his retinas. The damn thing even haunted his dreams. He’d searched for it; spent the better part of his two years as a detective trying to find even a hint of its whereabouts and now, the thing just turned up, out of the blue and on the finger of James Brogan’s mistress. It couldn’t be a coincidence. Dominic Riordan was nobody’s fool and he didn’t believe in coincidence, fate, or dumb luck.