Friday, June 7, 2019

Devil’s Daughter (The Ravenels, Book Five): Lisa Kleypas


“Although beautiful young widow Phoebe, Lady Clare, has never met West Ravenel, she knows one thing for certain:  he’s the rotten bully who terrorized her late husband while at boarding school.  But when Phoebe attends a family wedding, she encounters a dashing and impossibly charming stranger who sends a fire-and-ice jolt of attraction through her.  And then he introduces himself…as none other than West Ravenel.

“West is a man with a tarnished past.  No apologies, no excuses.  However, from the moment he meets Phoebe, West is consumed by irresistible desire…not to mention the bitter awareness that a woman like her is out of his reach.

“But before long, Phoebe sets out to seduce the man who has awakened her fiery nature and shown her unimaginable pleasure.  Will their overwhelming passion be enough to overcome the obstacles of the past?

“Only the Devil’s Daughter knows…”


Here's yet another May read I'm finally getting around to posting!

This book was another collision between the Wallflowers and Ravenels series by Kleypas.  The way in which she’s able to weave threads of past and present for her characters is masterful and, not to say the least, fun!  I personally really enjoy seeing generations of characters interact; it reminds us that these characters we come to love so dearly in these three-hundred-or-so pages continue to live on even after we close the book.  Their pasts come to haunt them and the lessons they learn can impact their own children.

This story follows West Ravenel, younger brother of Devon (his book is the first in the series) as he continues on his newfound path of determination and hard work on the Ravenel lands.  He’s come a very long way from the lush we first meet in book one.  He’s cleaned up his act, whipped himself into shape, and even managed to create profit from his elder brother’s once-miserable lands.  He’s an innovator who isn’t the least bit afraid of getting his hands dirty.  This, however, doesn’t mean that the rake in him has been completely done away with.

Meanwhile, we met Phoebe in Pandora and Gabriel’s book (the first instance of the collision between the Wallflowers and Ravenels).  She’s Gabriel’s sister; a woman honor bound to follow her dear, late husband’s wishes and determined to raise her two young sons in a happy, healthy environment.  She struggles a great deal with moving on after the loss of her partner and best friend, but her struggles are only made more confusing and difficult after she meets West amongst the bustle of Gabriel and Pandora’s wedding…because West was once the boy who tormented her husband so terribly that he had to be removed from school.

Phoebe is determined to hate West, but it isn’t long before she comes to realize that the children we once were are not necessarily the people we come to be.  Despite her best efforts to put him off, West slowly begins to charm her, unknowingly finding the chink in her armor when it comes to her two little boys.  All the while West struggles to come to terms with the reprobate he once was and the new life he leads.  He feels tremendously guilty for his sins and seems to try to atone for them with a life of backbreaking labor and long hours.  He finds himself drawn to his beautiful, red-haired houseguest…and things between them inevitably heat up.  West finds his senses of right and wrong at war with one another.  What if his past comes back to haunt him?  People may praise him for his current accomplishments, but what if his former depravity bites them all?  What sort of example does that set?

Both Phoebe and West must come to terms with their own pasts and have to realize they can only have a future if they learn to live in the present.

I found West charming, as usual.  He’s been a common thread throughout the series and I’ve always enjoyed his playful sense of humor and razor-sharp sarcasm.  It isn’t often that we get to see a character grow and develop so much in a series within this genre, and I think it truly did take every book for him to finally become the man he was in this installment.  The progression was both believable and entertaining.  I can’t, of course, forget about Phoebe.  I thought she was going to be a depressed little mouse, but I had a pleasant surprise when she turned into a witty firecracker.  Certainly, I knew she had to be one if she was going to be any sort of match for West’s huge personality.  I admired her devotion to her late husband and her sons, but I think it appreciated her ultimate realization that she had to be happy if she was going to make anyone else happy.  This felt like a realistic development (and something that so many people seem to forget).

I found the romance to be moving and passionate.  The development of their love story was captivating and fun – I found myself laughing aloud several times.

Overall, I’m very pleased with this installment in the series and it just might be one of my favorites.

Where Serpents Sleep (Sebastian St. Cyr Mystery, Book Four): C. S. Harris


“London, 1812.  The brutal slaughter of eight young prostitutes in a house of refuge near Covent Garden leaves only one survivor—and one witness:  Hero Jarvis, reform-minded daughter of the Prince Regent’s cousin, Lord Jarvis.  When the Machiavellian power broker quashes any official inquiry that might reveal his daughter’s unorthodox presence, Hero launches an investigation of her own and turns to Sebastian St. Cyr, Viscount Devlin, for help.  Still struggling to come to terms with the loss of his lover, Kat Boleyn, and the resultant estrangement from his father, Sebastian is at first reluctant to agree.  But the callous violence of the murders—combined with the opportunity to provoke his archenemy, Jarvis—prompts him to act.

 

“Working in uneasy alliance, Hero and Sebastian focus their efforts on one particular victim of the carnage:  Rose Jones, the terrified nineteen-year-old girl, with the unmistakable accent of a gentlewoman, who died in Hero’s arms.  As they unravel a dangerous thread of lies and deceptions, Hero and Sebastian follow a trail of clues leading from the seedy brothels and docksides of London’s East End to the Mayfair mansion of a noble family with dark secrets of its own to hide.  Risking both their lives and their reputations, the two must race against time to stop a killer whose ominous plot threatens to shake the nation to its very core.”

This is another May read that I'm finally getting around to posting...

Here we have yet another installment of the Sebastian St. Cyr Mysteries, and this one definitely did not disappoint.  This book takes place several months after the conclusion of Why Mermaids Sing and we find Devlin still grasping to come to terms with the life altering revelation at the conclusion of the last book.  His life and his love are forever changed and he isn’t sure how or if he can move on from the woman he was so certain he would marry – the woman he’d loved for years.  He’s taken to living the life man who has nothing for which to live.  He drinks himself into a stupor, eats and sleeps very little, and has become a shade amongst men.  To add to this, he is unable to face or forgive his father for his secrets and Devlin blames him for the demise of his hopes and dreams.  It seems that nothing can wrench Devlin free of his despair…until Hero Jarvis, daughter of Devlin’s enemy, seeks out his assistance.

Though we lose Kat as a foil to Devlin’s point of view, we gain Hero’s unique perspective.  She is, in fact, the catalyst for the investigation contained within this plot.  Reform-minded Hero is busy working on a theory that most prostitutes do not pursue their lifestyle willingly or out of some lack of morality, but, rather, that extenuating circumstances force them to sell their bodies or risk death or injury.  She’s busy interviewing a woman who has sought refuge in a home set up by the Quakers as a way to help get women off the streets and train them for a new way of life.  While performing her interview, the home is invaded and the women are killed.  Hero and the woman she knows as Rose are able to escape to the alley, but Hero is the only one to leave alive.  Hero knows there is more to the attack than it seems.  When her father brushes off her concern and makes her promise not to go to Bow Street, Hero realizes there’s only one man to whom she can turn.  She seeks out Devlin and, using his animosity toward her father to her advantage, she convinces him to assist in her investigation.  Though reluctant at first, Devlin finds some solace in the familiarity of investigating the brutal murders.  What he discovers involves deep dark secrets of a noble family, a woman who was not who she seemed to be, and a nefarious plot against the government which could have horrible consequences.  He quickly recognizes the asset he has in Hero’s quick mind and determined nature.  Though they are at odds most of the time, both know they have a powerful ally in uncovering the motive and murderer(s) in one another.  It becomes apparent that the person who committed these crimes is willing to continue to kill in order to cover his trail and Devlin knows this means Hero’s life could be in grave danger.  She refuses to heed his warnings, determined to crack the case and see justice.  This, unfortunately, brings both Devlin and Hero to a point where neither of them may see the light of day again.  And, if they happen to survive by some miracle, their lives will forever be changed.

This fast-paced plot was well-written with a ton of twists and turns.  Each time I thought Hero and Devlin were moving forward in their investigation, there were still more layers to come.  Though the plot wasn’t my favorite in the series – I didn’t find it as captivating, though I’m uncertain why – I thought the interplay between Devlin and Hero was particularly interesting.  They never got along well, so asking them to work so closely together provided some entertaining repartee.  Hero is a strong woman determined to remain self-sufficient and undeterred by the pressures of both her father and society.  She is headstrong and very intelligent, which makes her a very good foil for Devlin.  Though he’s always recognized these qualities in Hero, even Devlin seems surprised with just how much she’s able to contribute to the investigation.

Together, they slowly unravel the mysteries of “Rose” and the complex underworld of London’s prostitution houses.  The network of cutthroats and chillingly calculating proprietors, lies and secrets make for a difficult journey for these two investigators.  Their jobs aren’t easy and a multitude of traps and danger lie in wait for them.

The conclusion was explosive and one I could not predict.  I really look forward to seeing how this will influence upcoming books in the series.  I ardently hope that we’ll get to see more interactions between Hero and Devlin!

Why Mermaids Sing (Sebastian St. Cyr Mystery, Book Three): C. S. Harris


“It’s September 1811, and someone is slaying the wealthy young sons of some of London’s most prominent families.  Partially butchered, with strange objects stuffed in their mouths, the bodies are found dumped in public places at dawn.  When the grisly remains of the eldest son of Alfred, Lord Stanton, are discovered in the Old Palace Yard beside the House of Lords, local magistrate Sir Henry Lovejoy turns to Sebastian St. Cyr, Viscount Devlin, for help.

“Ranging from the gritty world of London’s docks to the luxurious drawing rooms of Mayfair, Sebastian confronts his most puzzling—and disturbing—case yet.  With the help of his trusted allies—his young servant Tom, the Irish doctor Paul Gibson, and his lover, Kat Boleyn—Sebastian struggles to decipher a cryptic set of clues that links the scion of a banking family and a lord’s heir to the son of a humble Kentish vicar.  For as one death follows another, Sebastian starts to believe that the murderer has both a method and a purpose to his ritualized killings, and that the key to it all may lie in the enigmatic stanzas of a haunting poem…and in a secret so dangerous that men are willing to sacrifice their own children to keep the truth from becoming known.

“As she did in What Angels Fear and When Gods Die, C.S. Harris once again employs her dazzling command of history and her rich storytelling to draw us into a dark and glittering world.”

This was a May read that took a long time to finally review and post.  Sorry for the delay!

The twists and turns in Harris’s well-crafted world of Sebastian St. Cyr, Viscount Devlin, keep on coming in this fast-paced, tension-filled installment.  She has a knack for creating an undercurrent of suspense that makes you loathe putting down the book.

Picking up shortly after the prior book finishes, Devlin is sucked into yet another mysterious slew of murders – this time, of sons from very prominent families, their bodies left mangled in gruesome public displays.  Someone has a tremendous amount of hate for these young men – or, perhaps, their families, as Devlin suspects – but why?  What could make someone commit such horrific and, seemingly unprovoked, atrocities?  What could their message possibly be?  As he performs his inquiries, Devlin finds himself once more entangled in the life and past of the powerful Lord Jarvis, which seriously deepens the danger.  What could these murders have in common?  More importantly, Devlin knows there will be more…but who and when?

I was particularly pleased with this story’s ability to keep me guessing.  I truly didn’t know who was at the heart of the mystery until Devlin revealed it at the very end.  This is one of the highest compliments I can give a writer, because I pride myself on not being particularly easy to fool.  I enjoyed the twists and turns along with the vibrant characters Devlin encounters as he attempts to follow the murder’s twisted path.  The truth he discovers is far more sinister than he ever could have imagined, and it’s a secret over which more than one man is willing to kill over.  Not only is Devlin’s own life at stake, but that of his lover, Kat Boleyn.  As usual, the undertone of his romance with Kat provides a logical sounding board for his inquiry, as well as a pleasant reprieve from what might otherwise become far too dark a book.  I’ve always been a fan of Harris’s ability to interweave gruesome mystery with the romance between Kat and Devlin – it works surprisingly well.  However, a secret revealed at the end of this book could ruin that forever!

The settings were, as usual, highly descriptive and captivating.  I thoroughly enjoy the seedy, grimy underbelly of London Harris portrays – so different from what I am used to reading.  It suits her stories and her characters perfectly.  She has a way with crafting these vivid settings which aid in creating a complimentary tone for the story to go along with the plot.

This installment fit in perfectly well with the rest of the series thus far.  It has set up the potential for a volatile continuation with the surprise ending and I look forward to seeing what lies in store for Devlin – especially as it concerns his future with Kat.

Friday, April 5, 2019

The Couple Next Door: Shari Lapena


“HOW WELL DO YOU KNOW THE COUPLE NEXT DOOR?  OR YOUR HUSBAND?  OR EVEN—YOURSELF?  PEOPLE ARE CAPABLE OF ALMOST ANYTHING…

“A twisty roller-coaster ride of lies, betrayal, and the secrets between husbands and wives…  How far would you go—if pushed to your limit?

“Anne and Marco Conti seem to have it all—a loving relationship, a wonderful home, and their beautiful baby, Cora.  But one hot summer night they were invited to a dinner party next door, and a terrible crime is committed.  Suspicion immediately focuses on the parents.  But the truth is a much more complicated story.

“Inside the Contis’ curtained house, an unsettling account of what actually happened unfolds.  Detective Rasbach knows that the panicked couple is hiding something.  Both Anne and Marco soon discover that the other is keeping secrets, secrets they’ve kept for years.

“What follows is the never-racking unraveling of a family—a chilling tale of deceptions, duplicity, and unfaithfulness that will keep you breathless until the final shocking twist.”

Here’s the last of my delayed reviews!  Hopefully I do a little bit better the rest of the year.  This one comes courtesy of a recommendation from a friend of mine.  She told me she had a hard time putting this book down so, naturally, that piqued my interest.  It took me a while to finally get my hands on it and I’m pretty happy that I did.

What starts out as a seemingly insignificant night out turns into a family’s worst nightmare.  Anne and Marco Conti live in a beautiful townhouse and seem to have everything they could hope for.  Anne comes from a great deal of money.  She left her job in an art gallery to be a stay-at-home mom to her beautiful new daughter, Cora.  Her husband, Marco, runs his own business.  One evening, they’re invited to a dinner party by their immediate next door neighbors.  They contemplate canceling when their babysitter backs out, but Marco convinces Anne that they’ll only be next door – in reality, just on the other side of the wall from Cora.  They take the baby monitor and check on Cora every half hour.  When they finally return home in the wee hours of the morning, something doesn’t seem right.  The unthinkable has happened:  Anne discovers Cora is missing from her crib.

From the start, the Contis are a source of great suspicion.  The lead detective has seen his share of missing children and strongly believes the Contis are involved in some way.  Clues like a loosened lightbulb in a backyard motion-detecting spotlight, a silent car seen driving down the alley at the perfect time, and Anne’s diagnosis of postpartum depression all serve to cast doubt upon Marco, Anne, and their story.  The media vilifies them as horrible parents who left their infant unattended – that they got what was coming to them – while their marriage falls on rocky ground as Anne wonders what really happened to her missing daughter.  Could someone they know be involved?  What could their motivation be?  If it’s money, they’re willing to offer up any amount to have their daughter back.  However, when the ransom is paid and Cora still isn’t returned, they realize something much darker and more complex is taking place.

What ensues is a story filled with all the great twists and turns of a successful tale of lies, suspense, and hidden motives.  This book will make you question your own morals and ask yourself just how far you would be willing to go to save your family.  This story really does beg the question of how well you really know your neighbors, the people you consider friends, and even the members of your own family.

A captivating read, this book was very difficult for me to put down.  I found the pacing quite well done and the story, exciting.  I definitely recommend this book to lovers of mystery and suspense.  It has a twisted, complicated plot that will keep you guessing and fascinated right up until the very end.

Happy reading!

The Girl on the Train: Paula Hawkins


“THERE SHE SITS, THE GIRL ON THE TRAIN.  WHAT SHE SEES, GAZING OUT THE WINDOW, WILL CHANGE EVERYTHING.

“EVERY DAY THE SAME

“Rachel takes the same commuter train every morning and night.  Every day she rattles down the track, flashes past a stretch of cozy suburban homes, and stops at the signal that allows her to daily watch the same couple breakfasting on their deck.  She looks forward to it.  She’s even started to feel like she knows them.  Jess and Jason, she calls them.  Their life – as she sees it—is perfect.  Not unlike the life she recently lost.

“UNTIL TODAY

“And then she sees something shocking.  It’s only a minute until the train moves on, but it’s enough.  Now everything’s changed.  Unable to keep it to herself, Rachel goes to the police.  But is she really as unreliable as they say?  Soon she is deeply entangled not only in the investigation but in the lives of everyone involved.  Has she done more harm than good?

“Compulsively readable, The Girl on the Train is an emotionally immersive, Hitchcockian thriller and an electrifying debut.”

Here’s another delayed review (sorry!).  I’d been meaning to read this book for a while now, especially after I’d been told by people who weren’t avid readers that this was worth the read.  I still have not seen the film adaptation, but I’m now definitely looking forward to watching it.

I think what really makes this book the Rachel’s unreliability as a narrator.  A majority of the book is told from her perspective with interjections from other characters – most of which take place prior to Rachel’s experiences.  At first, Rachel seems stable, employed, and – though she’s upset about her divorce – she seems to have tried her best to move on.  As the story progresses, however, we learn the depth of Rachel’s inability to cope, the lengths to which she goes to hide her life from her flat-mate, and how she simply cannot let go of her ex-husband and former life.  She paints a relatively rosy picture of her former married life; one with a loving husband, a home she adored, and the possibility of a future.  As she opens up more to the readers, we learn how much her own dysfunctionality played a part in the downfall of her marriage and her husband’s affair and subsequent marriage to his mistress.  I was torn between feeling sorry for Rachel and getting the sense that she was more than a little to blame for all of it.  Her drinking began during her marriage and only intensified afterwards.  We learn that she cannot wait for her drinks on the train ride home – that she practically lives for them.  Her other obsession is watching a beautiful couple with their (she believes) idyllic life on her train ride into the city.

Each morning, Rachel spies the couple breakfasting in the sunshine.  She imagines lives and hobbies and romance for them.  She pictures the perfection of their life in their trackside home and feels as if she truly knows them.  Surely they must be the epitome of happiness?

Rachel lives for the little ray of sunshine spying on them brings to her miserable existence.  It isn’t until she sees something very unexpected in their back garden that the story seems to spiral out of control.  What shows up on the news shortly thereafter convinces Rachel of the importance of what she witnessed…

Who do we believe?  Rachel, the woman who drinks and cannot recall what happens during her all-too-common blackouts?  The snippets of information we are given from the points of view of the other characters in the months leading up to the incident?  When she cannot take it anymore, Rachel goes to the police with her suspicions and her information.  They largely appear to dismiss her – especially when they learn of her volatile history and habits of contacting and harassing her ex-husband and his new family where they live several doors down from her idyllic fantasy couple.  Could Rachel have had something to do with what happened?  How can anyone trust her – how can she trust herself – when her memory is filled with a large black void during with absolutely anything could have happened?  Frustrated, Rachel takes some drastic measures and entangles herself in a web of lies as she tries to do what she believes is right.  As the story unfolds, however, she wonders if she’s done the right thing – and whether or not she’d just jumped head-first into dangerous waters.

The dark twists and turns of this intense story will keep you on the edge of your seat.  The unreliable narrator makes you second guess your own opinions and assumptions.  The surprise ending will leave you breathless.

I definitely recommend this book for any fan of suspenseful fiction.  The characters are raw and real; that reality is very slowly unveiled, making you question what you thought you knew about them.  Hawkins is a talented author with a knack for keeping her readers in the dark until just the right time (even though I did end up guessing the surprise ending, I still give her props for disguising it so well).

Sagan: My World: Peter Sagan


“If there are a hundred riders at the start of a race, there will be a hundred stories told at the end.  Mine is a story about wearing the UCI Rainbow Jersey three years in a row.  That’s something you can only hear from me.

“From 2015 to 2017, Peter Sagan achieved the seemingly impossible:  He won three UCI World Championships in a row, ensuring his entry into the history books as one of the greatest riders of all time.

“But Peter doesn’t just win.  He entertains.  Every moment in the saddle is an opportunity to express his personality, from no-hands wheelies on the slopes of Mont Ventoux to press-conference mischief with clamoring journalists.  Peter exudes a passion for the sport and a lovable desire to bring smiles to the faces of his fans.

“What motivates the man they call the Tourminator?  How does he approach a sprint?  What’s his take on the other guys in the peloton?  With unwavering honesty and characteristic humor, My World reveals the man who has lit up the world of professional cycling.”

I’ve been woefully behind in my reviewing…  This book was actually a February read!  Life is starting to calm down in some ways, but it’s picking up in others – we’ll see how that bodes for my reading/reviewing schedule.  For now:  The long-delayed review.

I received this book as a holiday gift from my husband’s aunt out in California.  She and I have a similar passion for professional road cycling (and I’ve been trying to make it out to visit her for the Tour of California for several years now…alas…it has never quite worked out).  I fell in love with the sport in 2010 when I moved to Charlotte, NC.  My uncle has loved it for years and is an avid amateur cyclist, himself.  He showed me my first stage of Le Tour de France and took me to my first spin class.  A couple of years ago I finally purchased my first real road bike and boy did I put it to good use.  I’ve yet to ride a race or with a group, but I love the thrill of it.  In order to truly appreciate the sport, you have to fully comprehend just how much cyclists put their bodies through.  My husband (lover of American football and hockey) will disagree with me, but I fully believe that cyclists are some of the world’s most elite athletes.  They constantly push their bodies past breaking points; they test physical, mental, technological, and emotional limits; they hurt themselves on agonizing race days and pick themselves up to do it all over again the next morning; they ride with broken limbs and shoulders and even backs.  This is not just a sport or a passion:  this is their life.  There’s no true lengthy off-season for them unless they decide to remove themselves from the sport entirely because there’s almost always a race somewhere around the world or some sort of different training or conditioning to be done.  This leads me to one of my favorite riders:  Peter Sagan of Slovakia.  He’s a three-time UCI World Champion.  He’s won stage after stage of Le Tour de France, taken home the Green Jersey for sprint points on several occasions, and won a significant number of other races and accolades.  He’s a jokester, one of the most entertaining (and exciting!) riders to watch in this sport, and he’s also one of the most decorated.  Not to mention he’s my age – it blows my mind that he’s accomplished all of this before the age of thirty.  When I heard Sagan was putting out a book detailing his unprecedented sequence of years in the revered Rainbow Jersey, I couldn’t wait to read it.  I was even more excited when I realized that there was no co-author.  When I began reading, I could hear Sagan’s sense of humor and passion – notes of which I’ve witnessed in various interviews and the like over the years.

I knew what I thought was a fair amount about Sagan from my years of watching him ride the Grand Tours.  What I didn’t know was just how he’d struggled in his early years and how much he and his brother (also a professional cyclist worth his own salt) owed to their dedicated father.  They grew up in a country with little to no support for a youth cycling circuit.  When faced against other European countries, theirs looked like a ragtag bunch.  Still, Sagan persevered and knew that he loved the sport and he could be damn good at it.

We get to witness a side of professional racing that isn’t often covered in media:  the behind the scenes with the politics of owning, forming, and running a team, coupled with attempting to decide just who would be the “leader.”  (For those of you who aren’t big cycling fans it may be strange to know that cycling is BOTH an individual and a team sport AT THE SAME TIME.  Teammates will sacrifice themselves to get their leader or sprinter into a good position for points or a stage win, but there are instances where the plans may change if someone else has a clearly better shot.  Sagan details all of this in a much better way than I ever could.  If you’re ever curious, I highly recommend watching a few stages of Le Tour this year – the commentary is usually excellent and very beginner-friendly.)  For the most part, teams are comprised of riders from all over the world.  There are language barriers, culture differences, and clashing egos.  The same goes for the support staff (the sometimes dozens of people who train, manage, transport, support, etc. the riders).  This can lead to some volatile situations and difficult decisions.  I found this insight to be particularly interesting coming from Sagan’s point of view.  He manages to delve deeply into this hidden side of the professional cycling world while still maintaining his happy persona.  Not once does he attack anyone and, in fact, he seems to like (or at least respect) just about every single person he discusses.  I was especially impressed with his views on other riders.  He remained very diplomatic and had something complimentary about every single rider he mentioned – even Cavendish.  Those of you who do watch the sport will know all about Sagan’s controversial expulsion from Le Tour de France a few years ago after a sprint collision between Sagan and another well-known sprinter from the Isle of Man, Cavendish.  I encourage you to look up the footage (it shouldn’t be too hard to find).  I had my own personal opinions on the incident, but I was extremely excited to read Sagan’s point of view.  His take was straightforward and, to my surprise, he wasn’t bitter toward Cavendish at all (I’ll leave my personal opinions about this out).  I found it extremely admirable – especially when the media and frustrated cycling teams/fans definitely made an enormous deal out of the situation (and they’re not wrong).

I feel like this review has strayed a bit from a review of a book and more into an account of my love for cycling and how impressed I am with Sagan.  What this really boils down to are the facts that I enjoyed reading this book, I loved all the insight and personal jokes, and I had a lot of fun seeing a more personal side of a very, very popular cyclist.  This book humanized him and made me even more impressed with the man and athlete that he is.  There really are a hundred stories in a hundred-man road race and Sagan makes it very clear that these are just his own experiences, his own time in the saddle.

Parts of the book do jump around a bit, though they do, for the most part, circle back fairly well.  It reads less like a structured nonfiction book and more like a stream of consciousness in which there’s somehow an underlying tie-in to it all in each chapter, you just may not see it yet.  I feel the included pictures were a great touch for a book written by a man with as much vivacity, humor, and tenacity as Sagan.

If you’re a lover of cycling, then this is a must-read.  You get some very interesting personal stories and glimpses into the ins and outs of the sport.  It’s fairly quick and easy to read because it rings of Sagan’s easygoing attitude.  It definitely doesn’t take itself too seriously (read the book and you’ll get the inside joke there).  If you know nothing about cycling or have some vague notions, then there are probably some terms or races you’ll have to research and the structure of the sport may be a bit beyond you; however, I have faith that Sagan’s personality will help draw you in and, perhaps, even make you a fan of cycling, too.  This book is clearly not written by a professional author, but I think that makes it pretty charming.

Monday, February 11, 2019

Bad Attitude (BAD, Book One): Sherrilyn Kenyon


“NAME:  Steele

“CODENAME:  Azrael—“Angel of Death”—because he goes places where even angels fear to tread

“SPECIALTY:  One shot, one kill

“WEAKNESSES:  Women in high heels, freedom under siege, and eBay

“PROFILE:  Prefers to work alone—except in the bedroom

“MISSION:  Kill the bad guy, save the world, and hopefully end up with the girl

“New York Times bestselling author Sherrilyn Kenyon has created a major buzz with her stories about the sexy heroes of the Bureau of American Defense.  Now, she presents her first full-length novel featuring the agents of BAD—a story of unforgettable characters and heart-stopping romantic suspense.

“BAD agent Sydney Westbrook must find the perfect sniper for a risky counter-terrorism mission.  The assignment is simple:  find and kill a hired assassin before he kills a high-profile world leader during a peace conference on American soil.  JD Steele, a trained military sniper whose attitude problem landed him in prison, seems a good candidate for the job since he doesn’t have many other options.  But it turns out Steele doesn’t take orders easily—not even when they come from an intriguing agent who has his number down pat.  As they’re dragged deep into a secret world of freelance killers, Sydney begins to discover the man of honor and passion hidden beneath Steele’s arrogant façade.  It’s a man even Steele didn’t know he could be.  But how can he fulfill his duties when doing so will risk the life of the only woman he’s ever really cared for?”

I’ve been reading a lot of new (to me) authors lately and I wanted a fun read by an old favorite.  I couldn’t locate the next book in Kenyon’s Dark Hunter series (yes, I’m still pacing myself and slowly re-reading that series), so I thought I’d start something new.  I’ve seen a few of her BAD (Bureau of American Defense) books here and there at bookstores, online, and at the local library.  Anyone who glances at my reading history knows I lean away from “modern romances,” especially ones set in the United States.  Kenyon’s Dark Hunter series is a bit of an exception because it contains so many historical and paranormal aspects that it breaks me out of the norm.  BAD is borderline.  It is a modern series surrounding a secret branch of American agents who have access to incredible technology, possess amazing abilities and talents, and come from varied backgrounds.  At the heart of it, these agents are still just people.  Still, I wanted to give this series a shot.  This book is supposed to be the first in the BAD series, but I quickly got the sense that I was missing something.  It was mentioned that two agents were on vacation together, which gave me the impression that theirs was, perhaps, a novella or short story that I hadn’t yet read.  I noted on FantasticFiction.com that there is a collection of stories for this series, but it’s not listed first in the reading order.  Maybe this solves my issue?  I don’t think my enjoyment suffered because I felt like I wasn’t reading the stories in order, but the perfectionist in me doesn’t like doing this (even by accident).

We’re introduced to Steele when he’s still overseas.  His best friend and spotter has just been killed and he’s struggling to come to terms with the loss, as well as the pain and anger everyone else is taking out on him, the survivor.  It isn’t until later that he discovers that his CO (commanding officer) is covering up the mission and shoddy intelligence he used to send Steele and Brian out into danger.  The CO blames them for getting lost and making foolish decisions, ending in the loss of Brian’s life.  Steele, blinded by anger and pain, does something very stupid in retaliation and, in turn, he winds up tried and sentenced to twenty-five years in prison back in the States.  This results in his military-oriented family disowning him and Steele finds himself more alone than ever.

Two years into his sentence, he’s approached by a strange man and two women.  There’s something very different about the trio and his training instantly tells him that these are no ordinary individuals.  Their mannerisms and controlled expressions tell him they’re well trained and a part of something very dangerous.  The kicker is that they want to draft him into a very dangerous mission, dangling the carrot of freedom and an expunged record if he complies and succeeds.  Clearly there’s only one choice for Steele to make.

We quickly learn the intricacies of the secret agency, BAD, and the hidden role it plays in the security of the United States.  Headquartered in Nashville, TN, they have access to the entire country, seemingly limitless technological resources, and licenses to do things other agencies would deem unsavory.  They’re comprised of past criminals, loose cannons, and those who struggle with following the rules and rigid authority.  It’s the perfect environment for Steele.

Other than his talent and his past, Steele was chosen for this mission because he was also approached by APS, another secret agency BAD has been attempting to infiltrate, but has yet been unsuccessful.  They need Steele to pretend to accept the position at APS in order to uncover top secret information and, perhaps, prevent another World War.  This, of course, lands both Steele and Sydney in more danger than BAD predicted.  They soon find themselves on the run in a life-or-death game of cat and mouse.  Only if they survive do they stand a chance of stopping an assassination that could cause history to repeat itself.

Steele was a good, typical “Kenyon” male lead:  He’s angry, tortured, has a rocky past, and doesn’t care for distractions or interferences.  She has an amazing knack for creating male leads who seem like antiheroes, but they eventually discover that they have it in them to be real heroes (very, very few of them remain antiheros – I can probably list them off using the fingers on only one hand).  Their dark and twisty natures are always well-developed and unique.  I hadn’t read a book of hers where the male lead was once in the (modern) military and I definitely appreciated all of the research she so obviously did.  I felt like I understood the mentality and the world that shaped them.  In Steele’s case, it was his entire history that helped make him the man he was when he met Sydney.  By far my favorite part of his character was his “bad attitude.”  (Don’t you love it when a title comes into play in a review?!  No?  Maybe that’s just me.)  His sarcasm was extreme and I loved how he went out of his way to annoy absolutely everyone.  His attitude was bad to the max.  It’s easy to create a male lead with a generic “bad” attitude, but Kenyon tweaked him enough through mannerisms and comments that he was unique.  I do have some criticisms about him.  The first part of the synopsis indicates he’s a fan of eBay – I didn’t see this once in the book, though it would have been an amusing quirk.  I’ve learned from snippets here and there (not just this book) that snipers do not, in fact, work alone.  They have a spotter and work very, very closely with them.  They form a unique, tight bond born of trust and danger.  To say that Steele prefers to work alone wouldn’t be entirely accurate.  A sniper doesn’t really work alone.  Now, if this is intended to say that he never means to take another spotter/partner because it means risking someone else’s life, then this might be more accurate.

Sydney, on the other hand, was less unique.  We’re immediately introduced to her as a slightly curvier, heavier, shorter Angelina Jolie lookalike.  I don’t really care for such blatant comparisons – it makes the characters feel less unique and more based off of impressions of a real person known by everyone.  Granted, it makes it easier to picture a character by giving them a blatant lookalike, but I find it less fun and it actually hurts my sense of imagination.  Personally, I then picture the actress/actor’s mannerisms and speech patterns I’ve seen during interviews or events or even as they act in films.  Maybe I’m the only one who has an issue with this, or maybe I’m just being picky.  I’m not used to Kenyon making such blatant comparisons and I usually find her characters to be much more unique.  This is probably why I didn’t find Sydney to be overly interesting.  She had a decent backstory and reason for wanting to be a part of BAD, but that was about it.  She, herself, had a bad attitude and I didn’t feel like the reason was explained particularly well (over and above her reason for refusing to date coworkers anymore).  I did like her banter with Steele – they seemed well-equipped to go toe-to-toe again and again and again.  I kind of wanted to see her (quite literally) kick his butt because she probably could have, but it was not to be.  In the past, there hasn’t really been an issue with Kenyon writing physically and mentally powerful women who can (and do) kick men’s butts, but I wonder why she didn’t really use that here.  It seemed like a bit of a missed opportunity for this plot.

As far as the romance goes (because this is, at its heart, still a romance novel), I found it less believable than in Kenyon’s Dark Hunter books.  The scenarios are similar:  man and woman are thrust together under dire circumstances, they learn to work together as a well-matched team, they save the world and fall in love in the process.  However, while I get that Steele has been celibate for a long time, I don’t quite understand how he “clicked” with Sydney.  He could have been attracted to her, but I would have felt more convinced had he chosen to “scratch his itch” rather than hold off.  He didn’t know Sydney; by all accounts, she could have never given in to his crude advances, why wait?  On the flipside, I was more convinced by the progression of Sydney’s growing feelings for Steele.  Her sympathy felt genuine even if her weakness for him did not.

Overall, this is a very different type of plot and brand of storytelling than Kenyon’s wildly popular Dark Hunter books – and there’s a reason those are so much more well-loved.  Kenyon’s genius lies in the way she can craft whole underworlds and histories, fantastic characters and captivating otherworldly plots.  BAD does this to a small degree, but I don’t find it as successful.  I still finished reading this book in less than 24-hours, so that has to say something.  I still enjoyed it.  Had I read this before becoming such a fan of the Dark Hunter books, then perhaps I would have been more enamored.  Echoes of Kenyon’s talent ring throughout – especially in her secondary characters (for those of you who know the world of her Dark-Hunters, then you’ll understand what I mean when I say there are shades of Acheron complexity in BAD’s director, John Q. Public; I also eagerly await reading his story…because he so clearly has one coming).  There was a nice spark between Steele and Sydney, even if I didn’t always find it the most believable.  They did have chemistry.  The fast-paced plot and interesting story kept me very interested and I enjoyed reading this in (almost) one sitting.  Even if I’m not in love with the series thus far, Kenyon remains one of my favorite authors.