I love a good Nora Roberts book. They are predictable, they always end well, and you can pretty much read one in less than a day or two. I took this one camping with me, because of how easy it would be to read and put down. The woman has written more books than I can count – so she is doing something right.
In this story the female protagonist is a photographer with a deep dark past. Her father is the notorious serial killer Thomas David Bowes. She is the one who found one of his victims and she is the one that helped the poor girl escape. Years later she has moved across country and changed her name. Living as Naomi Carson she tries to hide that part of her past, bury it deep and prays that no one will ever know of the evil she is convinced runs through her veins.
Enter in Xander Keaton, a local mechanic and business owner who is intrigued by the newcomer and wants to know more about her and pushes until he gets her to open up. (in a loving respectful way of course)
She is gorgeous (of course), and he is handsome (duh), both are fiery and passionate, both have a strong worth ethic and don’t sit for more than a minute. Things go along just fine until people in town start dying. It looks like someone is copying Naomi’s father and wants her to know about it.
Naomi, Xander and her brother Mason try to find the killer before he kills again.
It, as I said, is a Nora Roberts book. It is tight, has predictable characters, a predictable setting, the required tension between two lovers, and the tidy little ending. If it sounds like I am putting down her work – I am not – I really do enjoy her works for this reason. It is like hanging out with a best friend. You know how the night will go, you know that you will talk about things you’ve talked about before, you know that when you part you will be equally happy and sad. Happy that you got to spend time together and sad that it had to end. That is what makes these books so nice.
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