I'm writing this review, not for those who will obviously enjoy it, but for those who will not. This is a heads-up for those of you who want a little emotion in your novels, who want a little logic in your heroines, who want some intelligence in the plotting, and who want a likeable main character.
Jessie is a board. A board who pumps iron and gets tattooed with a nail. A board who is neither very smart nor intuitive and who has a decidedly nasty streak in her from long years of emotional abuse at the hands of her adoptive mother. Maybe I'm old fashioned, but normally that sort of description fits the heroine's best friend, a minor character or even the villain. It still comes down to the fact that in order to have a good read you have to care about the hero. In order to care about the hero, you have to like him or her.
The book is short on characterizations and allowing the plot to hang together, scene to scene. Normal timelines of action are skipped and there are holes in the reasoning you could drive a tank through. The heroine is a tough lady and that's fine, but she's also used as a punching bag by Author Louise Ure. Frankly, I've never understood the need for writers, especially female writers, to mess up their heroines. You know, let them get kicked, raped, knifed, punched, shot, bloodied 20 ways from Sunday. Perhaps some female writers think they won't be accepted unless their female protagonists are just as macho and hardened as their male counterparts (Elvis Cole comes to mind), but that ain't a bit true except for a few creeps out there. For most of us, we want our women protagonists tough, tender, safe, in danger, dangerous, but mostly unharmed, outsmarting the crook rather than filleting him with a serrated switchblade. So if you don't want to see your main female character go all tough guy/masochist/sadist, don't read this book.
Another heads up: Ure is not afraid to be nasty with her characters in ways that are sometimes too terrible to contemplate. She cannot be trusted to slide around the horror shows with a gesture or reference. She will put your face right into it. But, hey, if that's your crap of tea, go for it. Not mine.