Lisa Marie Rice is one of my favorite steamy romantic suspense writers, but you'd never know it by this book. Closer to 2.5 stars than 3, Into the Crossfire is about as cliche ridden a book as I've seen lately. I realized in the first 7 pages, after reading how breathless former SEAL turned security specialist Sam Reston was each time he saw the 'most beautiful woman in the world', Nicole Pearce, I was in for a real disappointment, but I kept hoping. Pages and pages of hero and heroine with pounding hearts, the loss of coherent conversation, and, well, breathlessness. Never have I read a more overwrought opening chapter for a romantic suspense novel. It was classic old-fashioned bodice ripper stuff, only worse.
Unfortunately, the first third of the book could easily have been shortened by 60 or more pages to create a more tightly written story line - or at least one that had the kind of suspense and action one expects in romantic suspense. All that breathlessness and so little story made for dull reading. There was the typical sex scene where - I'm sure you'll be shocked - they were breathless and neither could speak due to all that chemistry and .......... probably oxygen deprivation from all that breathlessness.
The story finally gets moving, sort of, in the last third of the book. Unfortunately, time is past for developing the kind of thrills a romantic suspense novel should have. Heroine is saved, hero is well, heroic, bad guys are foiled, but chief bad guy goes to England to try again. Predictable. Character and relationship development is pretty much non-existent.
Into the Crossfire read like a book outline heavily padded with melodrama. Suspense was in short supply, kind of like breath. A real disappointment from a usually reliable author.