Reviews
“Giulia Lagomarsino gets props for dragging another person into her universe, who now is planning on getting all the background stories.”
-Beautiful Chaos Reviews
“Giulia Lagomarsino did not disappoint. TNT was amazing!”
– The Art of Reading
“I loved this story!! It was so out there and hilarious that I had to cover my mouth laughing while reading it because my husband had gone to bed. “
-Sassy Redhead Book Reviews
“The book is a strange mix of absolute chemistry, naivety, craziness, with suspense thrown into there.”
-GaBooksLoverX
“I swear it’s better than any episode of Jerry Springer or Jersey Shore.”
-Cassie’s Book Addicts
“It’s official, I am 100% addicted to this series!”
-The Romance Reporter
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About TNT
TNT is Giulia’s twenty-third book in the Reed Security series. Tony is a newer member of the Reed Security team. He just wants to fit in, but is constantly being teased and called Tacocheese, TacoMan, and Tony Tacos because his previous employer was Taco Bell. Tony is looking to make his mark and get a much cooler nickname.
Tony: She’s psychotic. It was one night together. Now, I don’t really remember anything, but that has to mean it wasn’t that memorable, right? So why the hell won’t she leave me alone?
Read an excerpt
I parked a block away from the house and quickly got out, shutting the door quietly. Two other cruisers parked on the other side of the street and I nodded at the four men that got out. Moving quickly down the sidewalk, staying as close to the bushes as possible, we moved for the house that sat to the left of Becky and Delaney’s, where Benjamin Rogers lived. I had staked out his house for the past two hours, waiting for him to return home. Five minutes ago, he drove through the subdivision and pulled into his house. I called in backup that was parked a few blocks over so that we didn’t draw attention to the fact that we were here. The last thing we needed was to take this asshole down in a public place. There was no telling how he would respond to being arrested. And it worked. Benjamin got out of his car and walked inside like he didn’t have a care in the world.
Stopping at the edge of his drive and motioning for the other officers to stop, I pulled out the arrest warrant and held it tight in my grip as I signaled for us to move. I was really hoping that this would all play out the easy way. If he fought us, someone could get hurt. I walked up to the front door and calmly knocked. When the door swung open, Benjamin stood in front of me, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“Detective, is there something I can help you with?”
I had met Rogers several times before today when I had questioned him about suspicious activity in the neighborhood and then over the murder that occurred right next door to him. He was slick, never having given off any signs that he could be the murderer. And I had a feeling he was going to play that off again today.
“Benjamin Rogers, I have a warrant for your arrest in the murder of Delaney Fischer.” I turned him around and grabbed his wrist, cuffing one and then the other. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.” He started talking above me, but I had to finish reading him his rights or the case could take a serious hit.
“Please, I didn’t do this! I would never hurt someone else. I wasn’t even home that night!”
“You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?”
“Detective, you have to believe me, I didn’t do this. I’m being framed,” he said, jerking in his handcuffs, and putting out the impression that he was truly distraught.
“Mr. Rogers, do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?”
He didn’t say anything, just stared at me with confused eyes.
“Mr. Rogers, do you understand the rights I have just read to you?”
He nodded, but he looked truly fucked up, like he had no clue what was happening, and that put a sour feeling in my gut. Either this guy wasn’t the guy that murdered Delaney, or he was a really fucking good liar. The psychologist back at the station would be able to tell us more. We specifically brought her in because we were pretty sure this guy was a psychopath. If he was, this was a whole other ball of wax that we had to deal with, and the prosecution would have an even harder time pinning this on him. Psychopaths tended to be charmers and knew all the right things to say, which was what led to the churning feeling in my gut. We couldn’t let this guy walk away. But after we collected all the evidence and turned it over to the prosecution, it was out of our hands. I just prayed for my friends and for Becky that this guy didn’t slip through the cracks.