I don't like crime fiction. Gerri Hill tends to write either crime or romance and I'd bought this thinking it the latter. When I started the novel to find myself with a body and the almost obligatory strong silent investigator I very nearly hurled the book out the window. Rather glad I didn't!
Deputy Andi Sullivan is not the one dimensional Bogart copy I had feared, instead making a complex and intriguing leading character. Her antagonism with FBI agent Cameron Ross is rather obvious, but handled well and almost as a homage to formulaic novels rather than a slave to them.
Andi and Cameron quickly find themselves investigating a serial killer who's gruesome calling card is to dump the bodies in desert beauty spots, laid out carefully.
As with all hard-boiled detective stories, they fight against time, the odds and colleagues to catch the killer and save each other. But even as the cliches mount, you find you don't mind as Gerri is having such fun telling her story that it automatically makes it enjoyable for the reader too.
Do they catch the killer? Well of course! Do they fall in love? Not sure you're keeping up here!
But seriously, unless you are a booker prize only reading cynic I defy you not to like this novel.
Buy this book: For a good crime/romance romp that has little to do with real life
Don't buy: If you really do need verisimilitude in your reading.