Darcy and Erin have a friend who's doing research on the kind of people who place personal ads; they're helping her by answering some personals and going out on dates. Erin chooses one where the man signs himself, "Loves music, loves to dance" and he does, but he's also a serial killer.
This is my third Mary Higgins Clarke novel and it follows her exact formula: A beautiful heroine is stalked by a perverted psycho. She's involved with a bunch of red herrings who could all be the baddie and we won't know the villain's true identity until the last few pages, when our damsel is rescued by Prince Charming. There's no variation from the recipe; it's always the same.
Clark's books are quick reads, good for the beach or a plane trip, but way too predictable and poorly written for me to read anymore of them. There are too many characters to keep track of, we're given way too much useless information about them, the dialog is full of grandiose words and phrases that aren't realistic, and we know the heroine will solve the mystery in the end. I like this book's title and the idea of a killer finding his victims through personals, but it's just not very well done.