Out of all the genres of fiction I’ve had the pleasure of reading (and others not so much); I find that the most prominent form of escapism usually lies in military based fiction. Perhaps because I find it inherently more tangible than say, riding a mythical beast the size of sperm whale around a small town while people cower in fear armed with pitchforks.
I became interested in Steven James when I heard he would be the keynote speaker at the OWFI (Oklahoma Writers Federation, Inc) conference in May 2012. I researched him and discovered a skillful storyteller. I read his books the local library has and wanted more.
The Bishop came out last year, but I only purchased my own copy recently, a copy I hope to have the author sign in May. I thought I’d read the novel over a period of several days – didn’t happen. Once I began, I couldn’t lay the book down.
I usually enjoy Catherine Coulter’s novels. I like her characters and plot. I lose myself in her words. I’ve followed her series about Sherlock and Savich, even though I don’t care for the dehumanization of the couple by always using their last names.
Whiplash begins with a woman PI breaking into a pharmaceutical company and stealing files that reveals misfeasance and lives put at risk. Erin Pulaski escapes by the tips of her fingertips holding on the outside of a small bathroom window until she drops into cushioning bushes. She doesn’t realize until the next morning she missed tripping over a mangled body on her way through the federal owned woods behind the company. The irony of the situation appears when the head of the FBI regional office, Bowie Richards, appears on her doorstep to ask her to care for his daughter, one of Erin’s ballet students.
The writing team of Steven Harris and Candice Proctor, writing under the pseudonym of C.S. Graham, have a new fan – me. I opened the cover of The Babylonian Codex and became involved in a difficultly easy to-read-novel.
Yes, difficult and easy are opposites, and this book is an oxymoron in that it is well-written, hard to put down easy-reading; and it is difficult because the suspense and conspiracies are tightly woven until the reader doesn’t know what is real and what isn’t. Thankfully, the authors add an Author’s Notes at the back to help people know what does exist and what is purely fiction, but I’m still not sure about a few things. I will say the concept of the plot scared me because it is believable.
Since J.A. Jance is one of my favorite authors, opening a new novel by her is like opening a gift. I never know for sure what lies inside the cover, but I know I’ll enjoy it.
Queen of the Night continues the Walker family saga with bits and pieces of Native American lore scattered throughout. Two cases intersect and mingle as Dr. Lani Walker and Dan Pardee, part of a border patrol unit called the Shadow Wolves, work to protect a young girl. The child is the only witness to the monster who murdered her mother and three others.
The second case is the investigation by Lani’s adoptive father, retired detective Brandon Walker, of a cold case, the unsolved murder of an Arizona State University coed. In the midst of the two mysteries, Walker’s wife relives visits of a dead man, the man who tortured and nearly killed her, then previously trained another criminal to finish the job of destroying her and her family.
I have to admit, I am not one for reading thrillers so when Gaylon Greer's The Price of Sanctuary arrived at my doorstep it took me a few days to get up the courage to begin to read it. Once into the first few pages though I was very glad I decided to give it a try.
The story focuses on illegal immigrant Shelby Le Cervoisier who is on the run from both American and Haitian authorities. Her situation wouldn't be nearly as volatile if she hadn't actually killed a few men and her trip back to the States would not be nearly so important if her seven year-old sister wasn't waiting for her in Florida.
Shelby knew better than to think her sister was safe with a fellow agent. She was fairly certain this was a set-up to erase her as the only witness to the murder of a very important man in Haiti.
Unfortunately Shelby was right. The agent who had been watching her sister Carmen was out to get her. Escape was their only option. But what would she do then? She had few friends in the States and little money. Somehow she'd have to find a way to make a living since going back to Haiti was impossible.
Safely away from Florida, Shelby begins to formulate a plan only to discover that there is a contract on her head, perhaps even more than one. Someone out there wants her dead so she can't talk. But more important than her own life was that of her sister. Somehow she must protect Carmen and keep her in the States. To allow her to be deported to Haiti would be to sign her into a life of prostitution – or worse.
Take a sexy as all get out female spy who wears sharp heeled shoes, is very deadly with any weapon and her hands, and not a slouch in the brain department either. Then add the guy who is a brilliant former football scientist with integrity, a nosy family that want grandkids, Black Ops, stolen classified high tech plans that could kill people, kidnapping, and enough sex to rival The Joy Of Sex book on ideas, and you have The Spy Who Wants Me .
Elle Gray and Dr. Beau Ruston can barely control lust from when they first lay eyes on one another. Both are telling lies to do their job, and finally give in to lust, lots of lust. Assuring one another, "It's just sex" between two gun shy folks here. Then there is sex between Elle Gray's brother and his paramour from ten years ago.
Now a book with so much going on can work. Unfortunately in this one, I found myself distracted and tired while reading it, keeping track of all the things and divergent paths the story was taking. The characters were in some ways too pat perfect and flat for me to relate to. The best scenes were when Elle Gray was relating to her blusterous nosy family. That brought out the most touchable side of Elle Gray. Dr. Beau Ruston tended to come off as a horny Apollo hunk of a man, and while everyone talked about his brilliance, I did not see any evidence of it – unless his ability in bed was to show that?