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Blood Score
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Blood Score
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A dangerous liaison turns deadly and ignites the bloodlust of a cunning killer...

When a beautiful socialite is savagely murdered in Chicago's Oz Park after dark, Detectives Gabriel Cronan and Angel Ramirez find her last hours have a sinister tie to two lovers. One is a mystery and the other is a famous violin virtuoso.

A child prodigy turned world class musician, Ethan Chandler is young, handsome—and blind. He's surrounded by admirers with insatiable appetites for his undeniable talent and guileless charm. From doting society women to fanatical stalkers and brazen gold diggers, the reclusive violinist's life is filled with an inner circle of mesmerized sycophants.

After Cronan and Ramirez expose a shadowy connection between Ethan and the victim with a private elite sex club, they discover intimate desires and dark passions aren't the only thing worth hiding at all cost. A vicious killer will stop at nothing to settle a blood score.


When Angel Ramirez's iPod changed tracks and another song started, her cell phone rang and made her heart jump. A call this time of night for a homicide cop was never a good thing, but when she looked at the display screen, she saw the phone number.

She answered the call as her face flushed with heat.

"Hello?" Her voice cracked.


"Yes," she whispered.

Caller ID told her who was on the other end of the line, but she wanted to hear him say his name.

"This is Ethan." His voice was soft and low. When he breathed into the phone, she heard the rustle of his bed sheets. "I couldn't sleep...and I didn't know who else to call. I hope I didn't wake you."

Angel shut her eyes and swallowed, hard. Ethan Chandler was a famous world-renowned violinist. With all the people in his life, she found it sad that he had to reach out to a virtual stranger when he needed to talk.

Had his dead girlfriend been that person for him? She didn't feel like questioning Ethan's motives for calling her at this hour, because she'd spent far too much time gazing into death's never ending black mirror. She understood what it felt like to be floundering in grief and lost.

"No, you didn't wake me. I couldn't sleep either." She pulled her blanket over her breasts and nestled into her pillows.

"Is that my music?" he asked.

Ethan had a smile in his voice and the intimacy of that made it feel as if he were lying next to her. She'd left her iPod playing. He must've heard it.


Angel knew she should have asked why he'd called her cell this time of night. He was still a suspect in his girlfriend's murder. She should have insisted he stop reaching out to her like this, but the truth was...she liked it.

© Jordan Dane

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Praise for Blood Score

"Hot romance and cold suspense. Intense and satisfying."
   —Allison Brennan, New York Times Bestseller

"Dane's novels are twenty-first-century noir with guts, heart, and a wicked sense of humor."
   —Jonathan Maberry, New York Times Bestseller

"Dane's smooth style, believable characters, and intense pacing will remind readers of Lisa Gardner, Lisa Jackson, and Tami Hoag."
   —Publishers Weekly

"Nail biting suspense and heart stopping emotion."
   —Sharon Sala, New York Times Bestseller

"Dane brings surprising grit and hard-boiled heft to her books."
   —Kevin Burton Smith, The Thrilling Detective Website Founder & Editor

"Dane is a gifted storyteller whose talent shines on every page. This is intense, non-stop romantic suspense that is impossible to put down!"
   —Carla Neggers, New York Times Bestseller

"Dane's smartly crafted characters—in a red-hot mix of volatile conflict—become more than words on a page."
   —Suspense Magazine

"Rarely does an author make such an impact in such a short span of time."
   —Romantic Times Magazine