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- Print Length: 166 pages
- Publisher: Satin Romance; 1 edition (28 Nov. 2017)
- Sold by: Amazon Media EU S.à r.l.
- Language: English
- ASIN: B077GZPBQW
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There are going to be many spoilers in this review because there is no way to explain how bad this book is without them.
You know who the killer is right from the beginning because we’re told things from his POV, so there’s no real mystery. We also hear both Rick and Ingrid’s POV.
Rick Gonzalez is an undercover narcotics officer who blows his cover by being videoed near the police chief during a press conference. His cover is blown because he’s more concerned with Ingrid seeing him and making sure she doesn’t leave before he can get to her after the press conference? First TSTL moment.
Ingrid Sorensen is a journalist who recently moved from New Jersey to Miami. Normally she covers the Suburban Beat but caught a break one evening when the police beat story came in and the regular police reporter was still working on another project.
One year later, she’s now the police reporter and runs into Rick again. He now a detective. He’s still mad at her because of his stupidity. They get past this and of course, the interest is still there.
They are on their first date and he has to cut it short because he has been called into work. However, he has time to make out and feel her up while she plays with his dick in her driveway? He eventually stops her, she gets out of the car and he immediately drives away, not going to the door with her or even making sure she gets in ok?
She goes late at night by herself (another TSTL moment) to Hooker Alley to interview the hookers for possible information on the killer. Rick and his partner come by, discover her by herself, berate her for putting herself in danger, then drive off without a backward glance?
Repeated internal whining and insecurities going on in both their heads due to past bad relationships. Lots of jumping to conclusions. This led to a great deal of eye rolling on my part.
And the sex scenes? So much cheesy B film porno language I laughed out loud, even snorted at the words and phrases used:
Clench of her velvet rise
Stimulating her orgasmic center
She detonated in a gush of love juices
The orchid of her sex
Glistening with pearly drops of his virile essence
Her pleasure patch
Her knot of ecstasy
Licked her portal
The damn broke on her feminine nectar
Fleshy folds already slick with love juices
She wanted him inside her nest
My sides hurt from laughing so much!!
And then the author pulls out the word putrescence. Seriously?! You pull this $20 dollar word out yet use such cheesy language during the sex scenes?
Ingrid pulls another TSTL moment by going out to a store in the middle of nowhere, with no cell reception, and then decides to follow a man she knows nothing about even further away?
The book doesn’t flow well. The writing feels clumsy and awkward. I didn’t feel their connection or any heat. Nor did I like either main character. It just fell flat. I won’t be looking for other works by this author.
I voluntarily reviewed an ARC provided by NetGalley and the publisher.
Ingrid Sorenson is the new crime reporter on her Miami paper. A serial killer is back on the scene killing prostitutes’ johns. Just her luck, the detective in charge of the case is the same one she had a less than favorable run in with the previous year.
Rick Sanchez is the lead homicide detective assigned to find the killer before the FBI takes over the case. He cannot believe his luck that Ingrid is the reporter assigned the case. He is still upset about their previous introduction, but he is also still attracted to the feisty redhead reporter.
As the detectives work the case, Ingrid and Rick butt heads, but try to work out a way to cooperate. When Ingrid gets an anonymous call, she chases the tip alone, right into the middle of a giant storm and the company of the killer. Rick is alerted to her disappearance and heads out into the storm to save her.
The cover and description hooked me in, but the plot was one used many times before, not bad, but not with any original twists. I was very disappointed in all of the sex scenes prose that was written like a romance book from the 1980’s. (I actually could not believe my eyes as I was reading them!) Then after each sex scene, they always had a misunderstanding. The results of police tests during the investigation were not true to life which also threw me out of the story. I felt as though I was reading a romance written by someone who does not read romances. I know everyone has differing tastes, but I can in no way recommend this book.
This was a very interesting and suspenseful plot not just with a serial killer, but with the dynamics between Ingrid and Rick. There is a conflict of interest with Rick being the lead detective and Ingrid being the blood thirsty press always on his tail. They each hold doubts and fear the other are using them and have a hard time working it through. While at odds a pivitol discovery is made that can bring danger or even death to one or both of them so their trust issues are essential at this point.
I really enjoyed Ingrid and Rick's attraction personalty wise and physicially. My only issue would be with the awkward sex scenes- not the Ingrid or Rick were awkward but I found some of the descriptions and words use to just be a little different that what I usually read. I think sometimes in an attempt to make a scene not vulgar an author might use restraint in their words when it's best to let the walls down and keep it hot and sexy and vulgar! That's just me!