title: Jo Malone: My Story
author: Jo Malone
description: Inspiring...a testament to the power of ambition and the joy of following your dreams. (<i>People</i>)<br /><br />"Malones rags-to-riches story of entrepreneurial success is inspiring, courageous, and brutally honest." (<i>Nylon</i>)<br /><br />Inspiring. (<i>Redbook</i>)<br /><br />"Instantly engaging and relatable....Malone uses evocative language that sure to ignite readers' senses of smell and sensation to an extent that's rare in nonfiction. This book is easily recommendable...to entrepreneurs, creative types, and those who love an inspiring story of human spirit and chutzpah." (<i>Booklist, starred review</i>)<br /><br />"The author provides a solid narrative detailing the difficulties and rewards encountered while creating a business from the ground up....A moving and revealing account of the author's passion for business and personal success." (<i>Kirkus Reviews</i>)<br /><br />"She describes with intimate detail how she succeeded in creating a global brand as an ambitious and tireless entrepreneur. With a humble tone, she offers wisdom and important lessons on starting a business and achieving international success. She candidly explores all facets of her life, including postpartum depression, surviving breast cancer, and enduring a dual mastectomy and months of chemotherapy. Her story is full of tender moments and hope. This book will excite aspiring entrepreneurs seeking inspiration." (<i>Publishers Weekly</i>)
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  It was definitely her.
  
  When she’d settled inside and the limo pulled out onto the street, Dakota
  followed. A few turns and twenty-one minutes later, the car stopped in front
  of a run-down building on a deserted street.
  
  When Lucky Malone climbed out of the car, Dakota’s attention zeroed in on her.
  She had a killer body. Even the conservative dress pants couldn’t hide a
  backside like that. The equally modest blouse tightened over nicely rounded
  breasts as she moved. She said something to the driver before closing the
  door, then seemed to brace herself before entering the building.
  
  Dakota slid out of his truck and hustled to the other end of the alley. It was
  quiet, until a low roar put him on alert. The roar grew louder until a dark
  sedan skidded to a stop between him and Malone’s limo.
  
  The sedan’s front doors flew open. Two men bailed out and rushed Malone’s car.
  Dakota heard two unmistakable sounds. Silenced gunshots.
  
  A new kind of tension ignited in Dakota’s 