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The Rizzoli & Isles Series 11-Book Bundle: The Surgeon, The Apprentice, The Sinner, Body Double, Vanish, The Mephisto Club, The Keepsake, Ice Cold, The Silent Girl, Last to Die, Die Again

The Rizzoli & Isles Series 11-Book Bundle is a comprehensive collection of crime novels that follow the partnership of Maura Isles and Thomas Rizzoli. The series is known for its intricate plots, detailed character development, and the dynamic relationship between the two detectives. This bundle includes all the novels from the series, starting with 'The Surgeon' and concluding with 'Die Again', offering readers a complete journey through the series' most thrilling adventures. more

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Tess Gerritsen
Tess Gerritsen

Tess Gerritsen, born on June 12, 1953, is an American MD and a best-selling author. Her works are known for their blend of medical knowledge and suspense, captivating readers worldwide. more

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