A breakthrough novel that pits young kingpins against a Mexican drug cartel, Savages is a provocative, sexy, and sharply funny thrill ride through the dark side of the war on drugs and beyond. Part-time environmentalist and philanthropist Ben and his ex-mercenary buddy Chon run a Laguna Beach-based marijuana operation, reaping significant profits from their loyal clientele. In the past when their turf was challenged, Chon took care of eliminating the threat. But now they may have come up against something that they can’t handle–the Mexican Baja Cartel wants in, and sends them the message that a “no” is unacceptable. When they refuse to back down, the cartel escalates its threat, kidnapping Ophelia, the boys’ playmate and confidante. O’s abduction sets off a dizzying array of ingenious negotiations and gripping plot twists that will captivate readers eager to learn the costs of freedom and the price of one amazing high. Following “the best summertime crime novel ever” ( San Francisco Chronicle on The Dawn Patrol ), bestselling author Winslow offers up a smash hit in the making. Savages is an ingenious combination of adrenaline-fueled suspense and true-crime reportage by a master thriller writer at the very top of his game.
Main Characters
Ben (Ben Leonard): A brilliant botanist and philanthropist who develops a highly potent strain of marijuana. He is an idealist and part-time environmentalist who wants to use his wealth for good, often in third-world countries. He is the more pragmatic of the two male protagonists when dealing with the cartel’s demands.
Chon (John McAllister Jr.): Ben’s best friend and business partner, a former Navy SEAL who provides the “muscle” for their operation. He is pragmatic, tough, and has a “post-traumatic lack of stress disorder,” a hardened warrior with a soft spot for Ben and O.
Ophelia (“O” Sage): The beautiful and free-spirited woman whom both Ben and Chon love and share in an unconventional, intimate relationship. She is kidnapped by the Baja Cartel, which acts as the main catalyst for the plot.
Antagonists
Elena Sanchez Lauter (“La Reina”): The formidable and ruthless leader of the Baja Cartel, a powerful figure with a strategic mind who wants to take over Ben and Chon’s successful business.
Lado (Miguel Arroyo): A cold and brutal enforcer for the cartel who carries out Elena’s orders without question, including the abduction and torment of O.
Dennis Cain: A corrupt, double-dealing DEA agent who is involved with the cartel and tries to play all sides for his own profit.
I love Winslow’s writing style and unconventional flow. The chapters are sometimes two sentences. The tongue in cheek is amazing. I love the dry humor tucked in between the drug running and murders. It’s honestly brilliant, as are all of Winslow’s works that I’ve read. Lots of explicit sex and language. Don’t say no one warned you. This book is not for the faint of heart. Despite the roguish nature of the book, it has a light air and is a good palate-cleanser after a heavy read. I thoroughly enjoyed it, as I expected. It doesn’t really end happily ever after, but I think the characters were ultimately content.
Now the whole world had one language and a common speech. 2 As people moved eastward,[a] they found a plain in Shinar[b] and settled there.
3 They said to each other, “Come, let’s make bricks and bake them thoroughly.” They used brick instead of stone, and tar for mortar. 4 Then they said, “Come, let us build ourselves a city, with a tower that reaches to the heavens, so that we may make a name for ourselves; otherwise we will be scattered over the face of the whole earth.”
5 But the Lord came down to see the city and the tower the people were building. 6 The Lord said, “If as one people speaking the same language they have begun to do this, then nothing they plan to do will be impossible for them. 7 Come, let us go down and confuse their language so they will not understand each other.”
8 So the Lord scattered them from there over all the earth, and they stopped building the city. 9 That is why it was called Babel[c]—because there the Lord confused the language of the whole world. From there the Lord scattered them over the face of the whole earth.
From Shem to Abram
10 This is the account of Shem’s family line.
Two years after the flood, when Shem was 100 years old, he became the father[d] of Arphaxad. 11 And after he became the father of Arphaxad, Shem lived 500 years and had other sons and daughters.
12 When Arphaxad had lived 35 years, he became the father of Shelah. 13 And after he became the father of Shelah, Arphaxad lived 403 years and had other sons and daughters.[e]
14 When Shelah had lived 30 years, he became the father of Eber. 15 And after he became the father of Eber, Shelah lived 403 years and had other sons and daughters.
16 When Eber had lived 34 years, he became the father of Peleg. 17 And after he became the father of Peleg, Eber lived 430 years and had other sons and daughters.
18 When Peleg had lived 30 years, he became the father of Reu. 19 And after he became the father of Reu, Peleg lived 209 years and had other sons and daughters.
20 When Reu had lived 32 years, he became the father of Serug. 21 And after he became the father of Serug, Reu lived 207 years and had other sons and daughters.
22 When Serug had lived 30 years, he became the father of Nahor. 23 And after he became the father of Nahor, Serug lived 200 years and had other sons and daughters.
24 When Nahor had lived 29 years, he became the father of Terah. 25 And after he became the father of Terah, Nahor lived 119 years and had other sons and daughters.
26 After Terah had lived 70 years, he became the father of Abram, Nahor and Haran.
God’s word stands against man’s word. God doesn’t make mistakes and doesn’t misspeak. No take backs.
God, please open my heart and eyes. Show me how I can serve here in my church and my community.
Jeremiah 51
Babylon is in modern-day Iraq.
Man CANNOT do what God does. The customer is a sinner, and is NOT always right.
A man-made idea or thing will not save us. Ideas/capitalism/communism cannot save us.
All nations fall against Jesus/God. Your governing ideas and principles will fail.
IS IDENTITY MORE IMPORTANT THAN WHO WE ARE IN THE KINGDOM OF GOD?! Hold loosely to identities in life.
In counseling, Karley asked, “How are you not in the will of God in your life?”
Grasping for man-made truths in my identity
Trying to grab into things I can control that define me instead of asking and exploring who I am in the Kingdom of God
Before I splatter my heart and soul all over this page, we need a gentle reminder.
This is MY space. I choose to be vulnerable and share it with your eyes and your judgments and your preconceived notions. I encourage genuine feedback, but please be overly confident if you choose to negate anything in my space. I may love you, but my tolerance level for pearl clutching and toxic positivism is in the negatives. The gloves are off.
For starters, I chose to read All the Ugly and Wonderful Things the week the kids’ dad got released from prison. It was a horrible, unconscious choice that wrecked me every single time I read a little more in the book. (Side note: It is INCREDIBLY written but not for the faint of heart… Probably one of my top books for 2025 so far…). Highly recommend. My timing was just off, which is literally an accurate description of my entire 44 years on this planet.
Anyway, the kids’ dad was released on March 28th. He’s served his time and is sober, so more power to him. He moved to Oklahoma with his girlfriend and is hoping for a new lease on life. He says the only responsibility he has is cleaning their pool. His life as a pool boy with no expenses seems to be thriving. He’s got four kids out here that have been raised by single moms who get nothing from him, but different strokes for different deadbeat folks, I suppose.
This leaves me with big feelings that took me by surprise. I honestly didn’t expect any feelings, but the fiery anger (and maybe resentment/disappointment/grief?) takes my breath away and spikes my blood pressure every time it crosses my mind. I’ve never expected life to be fair or just, but this takes the unjust nature of our time on this planet to a new, soul-crushing level. I’ve never had the opportunity to grieve the life I thought I’d have at 34 or 44, and that sucks. It leaves me feeling empty and alone. I went from losing a husband/ best friend/life partner to to being the single mom of a 1 and 2 year old quite literally in the same exasperated breath. I was in a relationship after my marriage that I hoped would last (if only because it was so vanilla and predictable), but in retrospect, only left Kannon with a “distant uncle” type relationship and me with a lot of wasted years on absolutely nothing. I am at the same place I was a decade ago, only now I have teenagers who expect perfection from their one present parent, and don’t miss a beat.
What is so wrong with me that I am alone, hamster-wheeling through life and raising these two? Logically, I know that is a ridiculous statement, but that’s what is screaming at the top of my distorted brain at 3 am when I can’t sleep. How does an ex-con who has shit on everything good he’s ever been handed walk out of prison to a life of ease and luxury, while I’m over here not paying the internet so I can pay the electric? I will process more as time goes on… or maybe I won’t… because I am so tired and irritated that I’ve already given so much of myself and my peace to this idiocy.
In addition to that, it has dawned on me 15 years too late that nothing I had with the kids’ dad was real. He is a shapeshifter and will contort to fit whatever his current meal ticket finds suiting. He did it for me until he couldn’t. He hit a ceiling and just wore himself out pretending to be someone he wasn’t. His current situation may last, just because he’s too tired, sick and felonious to start again. Another personally startling realization is this: I’ve never been in love and I have never been emotionally safe in any romantic relationship I’ve cultivated. It’s interesting that I saw potential where there was none and jumped in with both feet every. single. time. Therapy has shed light on that, but understanding the why of things doesn’t alleviate or change anything. Maybe Mr. Right will enter the scene someday. Maybe I’m just tired and don’t have the energy or faith to find out. We shall see, I guess. I’ve poured so much of my magical self into the shittiest humans on Earth, and that’s nauseating to reconcile…
Well, I better get off of here. I have to grab Kannon from school and take him to the dentist, then pick up my car from the body shop in Victoria, then come back to work and finish up some expense reports and time sheets, then grab the kids from school, get Anaiah to her lash appointment, then figure out dinner, then pay the mortgage (which is two months behind), the electric bill, the internet, the disposal invoice (possibly three months behind), pack our stuff for Anaiah’s district track meet tomorrow, wash her jersey, make breakfast for the kids for tomorrow, and text Kannon’s coach to make sure he has a ride home from school tomorrow… since I will be at Anaiah’s district track meet. I get that I am blessed because I get ALL of my kids ALL the time. I would not like splitting time with anyone else and trusting anyone else to care for them. This is not a celebratory post for single parenthood. It is okay to honestly lament the painful, heavy, life-altering seasons of life. It is normal and human to feel awful and sad and all the things we hide in closets and sweep under bulging rugs. It is important to sit with those feelings and give them the space they demand, then trudge directly through them to the other side. Writing helps me do that, and I am promising myself that I will make it more of a priority as I continue through this startling era of existence.
J.G. Hetherton was raised in rural Wisconsin, graduated from Northwestern University, and lived in Chicago for the better part of a decade. Along the way to his first novel, he dabbled in many different day jobs before moving to North Carolina for a girl. They live in Durham, North Carolina with their twin daughters, and when he’s not writing, you can find him on the hiking trail or sitting down with a good book.
Perfect for fans of Jeffery Deaver and J.A. Jance, in this thrilling second book in the series, Laura Chambers finds herself caught in a deadly web of small town secrets.
Hillsborough, North Carolina is a town with a dark history that is bubbling to the surface. Twenty years ago, Laura’s friend’s family was slaughtered in their beds, and the sole survivor, Laura’s eight-year-old friend, was whisked away to distant relatives. That was the last time Laura ever saw her best friend.
Twenty years later, a woman runs onto the interstate, directly into the path of a truck, and the gruesome accident leaves behind a mangled corpse. Her very last phone call was to Laura, just before she was killed, but her face is disfigured beyond recognition. Identification seems impossible, and the victim was barefoot and in a state of undress. The only thing in her possession is an old photograph depicting Laura, Laura’s father—and standing next to them, her lost friend from childhood.
Laura’s father passed away when she was eight, and she thought she understood why he vanished from her life in the year before he died, but the photograph and the corpse begin to cast doubt on everything she thought she knew.
As the lines between fact and fiction blur, Laura digs into the history of the deceased, and her own family, determined to discover what lies beneath…
Laura is an interesting bird. She has been emotionally abused by her mother her entire life and lied to by both her parents, among others. Over all, I like her character. She’s flawed and I like that, but also stays in her own head a little too much. I found myself irritated with her more than once.
J. G. Hetherton was in raised in rural Wisconsin, graduated from Northwestern University, and lived in Chicago for the better part of a decade. Along the way to his first novel, he dabbled in many different day jobs before moving to North Carolina for a girl. They live in Durham, North Carolina, with their twin daughters, and when he’s not writing, you can find him on the hiking trail or sitting down with a good book.
A Sun-Sentinel Top Debut Mystery of 2018
This pulse-pounding series debut is the next obsession for fans of Julia Keller and David Bell, and readers of unflinching thrillers.
Sometimes, the journey home is the most harrowing. And it’s every parent’s worst nightmare.
Investigative journalist Laura Chambers is back in her tiny hometown of Hillsborough, North Carolina, the one place she swore never to return. Fired from the Boston Globe, her career in shambles, she reluctantly takes a job with the local paper. The work is simple, unimportant, and worst of all, boring—at least until a missing girl turns up dead, the body impeccably clean, dressed to be the picture of innocence.
Years earlier, ten-year-old Patty Finch left home and never made it back. But for the people of Hillsborough, Patty was just the beginning. Child after child disappeared, a reign of terror the town desperately wants to forget. Now that terror has returned to seize another girl. And another.
This is the story Laura’s been waiting for—her one last chance to get back onto the front page. She dives deeper into a case that runs colder by the second, only to discover the truth may be far closer to home than she could have ever imagined. Powerful, intricate, and tense, Last Girl Gone will have you looking over your shoulder long after the last page.
I love reading debut novels, and this one was really good. I liked the characters, and Laura’s turbulent relationship with her mother added to the mix nicely. I am looking forward to the next book from this author.
Born in the South, raised in the Midwest, Charly Cox now resides in the Southwest in the Land of Enchantment, Green Chile capital of the world, which is good because she enjoys eating copious amounts of the spicy food. When she’s not reading, writing, or plotting sinister evils with her antagonists, she enjoys doing jigsaw and crossword puzzles, hanging out with her husband and her spoiled Siberian Husky, visiting her son in Arizona, and traveling, preferably to places surrounded by sun, sand, and warm uncrowded beaches.
Detective Alyssa Wyatt is hunting a serial killer. She doesn’t know that he’s also hunting her.
A woman is found naked, badly beaten, and barely alive in the New Mexico mountains. The shocking discovery plunges Albuquerque Detective Alyssa Wyatt into a case that will test her to the limit. It appears that Callie McCormick is the latest plaything of a mysterious psychopath who leaves a long shadow on the streets of New Mexico—an individual linked to a string of deaths but leaving no evidence. But when Alyssa makes a breakthrough that just might reveal the killer, she unknowingly puts herself in the crosshairs of a brutal maniac—one with an old score to settle. Because the killer knows Alyssa very well, even if she doesn’t know him. And he’s determined that she’ll know his name—even if he has to extract his deadly revenge on her and everything she loves.
Fans of Kendra Elliot, Melinda Leigh, and Angela Marsons will be utterly engrossed.
Great reviews for the Detective Alyssa Wyatt Series! “Wow, did All His Pretty Girls pack a punch! I was shocked when I found out this was a debut…a heart-in-your-mouth read that will have you racing through those pages.” ―On The Shelf Reviews
“Oh boy, was I swiped off my feet as what was already a totally gripping read escalated into my top five for this year…It felt like my heart was beating in the back of my throat!” ―Books From Dusk Till Dawn
“A serial killer chiller where the action never flags, the suspense is red-hot and the twists and turns jaw-droppingly brilliant, fans of the genre need to add Charly Cox to their list of must-buys.” ―Bookish Jottings
“A compelling thriller that I could not put down! The killer was insane, the story was addictive and the writing was fantastic. This is everything I want when I pick up a police procedural!” —Jessica Belmont, writer/blogger
This is a debut novel. As far as those go, it is solid. I had this series by Charly Cox on my wish list for a long time and I decided to take the plunge before it wasn’t included in my audible membership anymore. It was okay. Probably three stars. Middle of the road characters and story line. I will read the rest of the Alyssa Wyatt series because I can’t not read it after I’ve already started it. Reasonably entertaining. No kids or puppies die, so I guess it was okay.
Detective Alyssa Wyatt – Protagonist, works with the Albuquerque Police Department
Brock Wyatt – Alyssa’s husband
Isaac Wyatt – Alyssa and Brock’s son
Holly Wyatt – Alyssa and Brock’s daughter
Mable Wyatt – Brock’s mother
Detective Cord Roberts – Alyssa’s partner
Sarah Roberts – Cord’s wife, nurse
Evan Bishop/ – Antagonist, the killer, whose perspective is also featured in the story, providing insight into his motivations and actions
Callie McCormick – one of Evan’s victims, found nearly dead after being missing
Stephen Edwin King was born in Portland, Maine in 1947, the second son of Donald and Nellie Ruth Pillsbury King. After his parents separated when Stephen was a toddler, he and his older brother, David, were raised by his mother. Parts of his childhood were spent in Fort Wayne, Indiana, where his father’s family was at the time, and in Stratford, Connecticut. When Stephen was eleven, his mother brought her children back to Durham, Maine, for good. Her parents, Guy and Nellie Pillsbury, had become incapacitated with old age, and Ruth King was persuaded by her sisters to take over the physical care of the elderly couple. Other family members provided a small house in Durham and financial support. After Stephen’s grandparents passed away, Mrs. King found work in the kitchens of Pineland, a nearby residential facility for the mentally challenged.
Stephen attended the grammar school in Durham and then Lisbon Falls High School, graduating in 1966. From his sophomore year at the University of Maine at Orono, he wrote a weekly column for the school newspaper, THE MAINE CAMPUS. He was also active in student politics, serving as a member of the Student Senate. He came to support the anti-war movement on the Orono campus, arriving at his stance from a conservative view that the war in Vietnam was unconstitutional. He graduated from the University of Maine at Orono in 1970, with a B.A. in English and qualified to teach on the high school level. A draft board examination immediately post-graduation found him 4-F on grounds of high blood pressure, limited vision, flat feet, and punctured eardrums.
He and Tabitha Spruce married in January of 1971. He met Tabitha in the stacks of the Fogler Library at the University of Maine at Orono, where they both worked as students. As Stephen was unable to find placement as a teacher immediately, the Kings lived on his earnings as a laborer at an industrial laundry, and her student loan and savings, with an occasional boost from a short story sale to men’s magazines.
Stephen made his first professional short story sale (“The Glass Floor”) to Startling Mystery Stories in 1967. Throughout the early years of his marriage, he continued to sell stories to men’s magazines. Many of these were later gathered into the Night Shift collection or appeared in other anthologies.
In the fall of 1971, Stephen began teaching high school English classes at Hampden Academy, the public high school in Hampden, Maine. Writing in the evenings and on the weekends, he continued to produce short stories and to work on novels.
In the spring of 1973, Doubleday & Co. accepted the novel Carrie for publication. On Mother’s Day of that year, Stephen learned from his new editor at Doubleday, Bill Thompson, that a major paperback sale would provide him with the means to leave teaching and write full-time.
At the end of the summer of 1973, the Kings moved their growing family to southern Maine because of Stephen’s mother’s failing health. Renting a summer home on Sebago Lake in North Windham for the winter, Stephen wrote his next-published novel, originally titled Second Coming and then Jerusalem’s Lot, before it became ‘Salem’s Lot, in a small room in the garage. During this period, Stephen’s mother died of cancer, at the age of 59.
Carrie was published in the spring of 1974. That same fall, the Kings left Maine for Boulder, Colorado. They lived there for a little less than a year, during which Stephen wrote The Shining, set in Colorado. Returning to Maine in the summer of 1975, the Kings purchased a home in the Lakes Region of western Maine. At that house, Stephen finished writing The Stand, much of which also is set in Boulder. The Dead Zone was also written in Bridgton.
In 1977, the Kings spent three months of a projected year-long stay in England, cut the sojourn short and returned home in mid-December, purchasing a new home in Center Lovell, Maine. After living there one summer, the Kings moved north to Orrington, near Bangor, so that Stephen could teach creative writing at the University of Maine at Orono. The Kings returned to Center Lovell in the spring of 1979. In 1980, the Kings purchased a second home in Bangor, retaining the Center Lovell house as a summer home.
Stephen and Tabitha now spend winters in Florida and the remainder of the year at their Bangor and Center Lovell homes.
The Kings have three children: Naomi Rachel, Joe Hill and Owen Phillip, and four grandchildren.
Stephen is of Scots-Irish ancestry, stands 6’4″ and weighs about 200 pounds. He is blue-eyed, fair-skinned, and has thick, black hair, with a frost of white most noticeable in his beard, which he sometimes wears between the end of the World Series and the opening of baseball spring training in Florida. Occasionally he wears a moustache in other seasons. He has worn glasses since he was a child.
He has put some of his college dramatic society experience to use doing cameos in several of the film adaptations of his works as well as a bit part in a George Romero picture, Knightriders. Joe Hill King also appeared in Creepshow, which was released in 1982. Stephen made his directorial debut, as well as writing the screenplay, for the movie Maximum Overdrive (an adaptation of his short story “Trucks”) in 1985.
Stephen and Tabitha provide scholarships for local high school students and contribute to many other local and national charities.
Stephen is the 2003 recipient of The National Book Foundation Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters and the 2014 National Medal of Arts.
A masterful, intensely suspenseful novel about a reader whose obsession with a reclusive writer goes far too far – a book about the power of storytelling from a master storyteller. – Starring the same trio of unlikely and winning heroes Stephen introduced in Mr. Mercedes, winner of the 2015 Edgar Award for Best Novel.
“WAKE UP GENIUS.”
So begins Stephen’s megasuspenseful story about a vengeful reader. The genius is John Rothstein, an iconic author who created a famous character, Jimmy Gold, but who hasn’t published a book for decades. Morris Bellamy is livid, not just because Rothstein has stopped providing books, but because the nonconformist Jimmy Gold has sold out for a career in advertising. Morris kills Rothstein and empties his safe of cash, yes, but the real treasure is a trove of notebooks containing at least one more Gold novel.
Morris hides the money and the notebooks, and then he is locked away for another crime. Decades later, a boy named Pete Saubers finds the treasure, and now it is Pete and his family that Bill Hodges, Holly Gibney, and Jerome Robinson must rescue from the ever-more deranged and violent Morris when he’s released from prison after thirty-five years.
Not since Misery has Stephen played with the notion of a reader whose obsession with a writer gets dangerous. Finders Keepers is spectacular, heart-pounding suspense, but it is also Stephen writing about how literature shapes a life—for good, for bad, forever.
Morris Bellamy:The central antagonist, Bellamy is a deeply disturbed individual with a fanatical obsession with author John Rothstein, particularly his fictional character Jimmy Gold. He believes he has a personal connection to the character and becomes enraged when Rothstein ceases writing, leading him to murder the author and steal his unpublished manuscripts.
Pete Saubers:A young man who stumbles upon Rothstein’s hidden notebooks while cleaning out an old house, unaware of their true value. He is initially drawn to the stories but soon becomes entangled in the dangerous world of Bellamy’s obsession when he realizes the potential financial gain from selling the manuscripts.
A retired detective from the previous novel, “Mr. Mercedes,” who is now a private investigator and becomes involved when Pete’s family seeks his help in dealing with Bellamy’s threats.
Holly Gibney:Bill Hodges’ partner, a highly intelligent and observant character who plays a pivotal role in piecing together clues and tracking down Bellamy.
Jerome Robinson:Another former police officer from “Mr. Mercedes” who assists Hodges and Holly in their investigation.
A heart-pounding novel of unspeakable crimes and unforgivable sins from the #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Sound of Rain.
Homicide detective Nicole Foster has finally balanced an unsteady life and is anxious for a second chance. There’s no better place to start over than at the beginning―back at her childhood home on the Washington coast, where’s she raising her niece and keeping an eye on her increasingly fragile father. But Nicole’s past is never truly behind her―not when a disturbing new case stirs dark memories of the haunting investigation that shattered her career.
In the middle of the hottest August in a century, a toddler is found dead inside a parked car. Her father says he forgot her. It’s an unthinkable crime. And for Nicole, it’s made all the more unbearable by her own suffocating secrets―those shared by an old rival who has reappeared from the shadows and is pushing Nicole to the edge once again.
Now, wherever the truth lies, solving this case and avenging an unforgivable death is the most important move in Nicole’s career. But to see it through to the end, how far is she willing to go? And what is she prepared to risk this time?
Characters:
Nicole Foster: protagonist and police detective; raising her young niece, Emma, after Stacy disappeared
Allie Tomlinson: one year old baby girl who died after her father “forgot” about her and left her in the car while he was at work
Luke Tomlinson: Allie’s father
Mia Tomlinson: Allie’s mother; nursing student
Carrie Ann: Emma’s babysitter
Stacy: Nicole’s narcissistic sister and Emma’s mother; responsible for the “accidental” deaths of
Carter: Nicole’s police partner; interested romantically in Nicole; sweet; divorced father of three, a little older than Nicole
Brooklyn: works for Debra; underage; has a sexual relationship with Luke
Sam Underwood: twenty-something; McDonald’s employee who had a sexual relationship with Luke
Rachel: Luke’s co-worker, has a sexual relationship with Luke
Shelby: Nicole and Emma’s elderly dachshund
My take:
I am tired of Nicole and Stacy… SO tired. Nicole’s internal dialogues get very long and dull. Stacy is such a narcissist. There was a lot of blah blah blah from Nicole that I didn’t think was necessary. I feel like Nicole repeated and repeated and repeated herself, just worded in different ways. Nicole is two shakes away from whiny. I got very tired of her saying internally what she should have said out loud. You’re grown, Sis. Speak up.
I don’t like either Stacy or Nicole and hope there isn’t a third installment in this series. I would be forced to read it and I don’t want to. I did like the character additions of Carter and Angelina. I’d like to have wine and dinner with them.
My take on this book may be a feral response to the subject matter. I’m not objective when it comes to killing babies, narcissists, and shitty relationships.
Y’all know I’m all about endings, and this one was acceptable. That’s why it gets three stars.
Former homicide detective Nicole Foster has hit rock bottom. Driven off the force by her treacherous partner and lover, she’s flat broke and struggling with a gambling addiction. All Nicole has left is the dream of a warm bed at a homeless shelter and the haunting memories of three-year-old Kelsey Chase―whose murder case ended her career.
As Nicole obsesses over the old facts, she realizes everything about that case felt off: a disinterested mom, a suicidal pedophile, and too many questions left unanswered. When the little girl’s grieving father begs Nicole for help, she’s drawn back into the investigation…and given one shot at redemption.
But the deeper Nicole digs, the more evil she uncovers, including betrayals that hit painfully close to home. Will a shocking discovery be the key to finally getting justice for Kelsey and resurrecting her own life?
Characters:
Nicole Foster: The main character in the book who becomes homeless after losing her job. She accepts a place to stay from Julian Chase. In return, she helps him learn the truth about his murdered child.
Julian Chase: The father of the murdered child, Kelsey Chase. He offers Nicole a place to stay in exchange for her help in learning the truth about the crime.
Sister Stacy: Married to Cy, who works for Microsoft. She enjoys Nicole’s shortcomings.
Emma: Stacy and Cy’s only child
Cy: Stacy’s husband, who works for Microsoft.
My take:
I was introduced to Gregg Olsen about a year ago when I read If You Tell. I will read everything he writes. I liked this story enough to read the next in the series. The ending just fell a little flat for me. I am hoping more will be explained in the next book in the series, The Weight of Silence. I rated it 3.5 stars. It may be my mood. The other Olsen books I’ve read were better, in my opinion. Alas, I will journey on through the rest of them…
This is one of my all-time favorites. This is why I’m unapologetically me regardless of how any one person “thinks” I should be. I’m a work in progress. I am a Jesus follower. I love craft beer. I value your humanity and the condition of your heart exponentially more than your sexual orientation or your bank account. My sense of humor is amazing and questionable. I put up my Christmas tree on November 1st. I am intelligent and I love very well, which is sometimes a conflict of interest. If you knew me at 8, 18, 24, or 34 and don’t know me now, you don’t know me anymore. My kids have been raised in a one-parent home since they were one and two, and they are THRIVING in every. single. way. I will sit with you over a pot of coffee or a 32 oz margarita and discuss my life, your life, the state of the union, and drag queens in libraries at any time, and I will do so honestly. My threshold for pleasantries and small talk is ten seconds tops, then we’re finished, and I don’t mind making it weird. I do not allow anyone or anything to demand my energy, time, or attention. And all of this, because my life has quite literally ended for me many times and began again in the morning.
Pop your earbuds in, find a good podcast, and focus on what you, as an individual, need to focus on today. Accept everything else competing for your attention as meaningless noise.
Pretty Colors Unabridged 