Wow. I feel like I just got done reading someone's first draft. This had the potential to be a decent idea, but in its current form just wasn't able to get anywhere near there. As much as I tried to find a reason to round this up to a two star, considering I'd just given a far superior book a two...
If I could give negative stars for a book, this is the one I would rate that low. In addition to almost no plot beyond Cindy insisting her husband was murdered and no one believing her, the book is so poorly formatted that the punctuation seems randomly inserted within sentences. There is no char...
I was terribly disappointed in this book, as it was a disaster from beginning to end. It was so poorly written that I doubt any editing whatsoever was done. Once, the primary murder suspect, Kendra, was called Wendy. A silver knife was called a silver life. The writing was very choppy and bori...
It was strange being down here alone, without Cindy, though. As he boarded the plane he had a moment of remorse, wondering if he should have left so quickly, chasing after his daughter. He’d been so overwrought after seeing her again that he hadn’t even stopped to consider whether he should have ...
“I got hold of the lawyer,” he finally said to Cindy, “he’s gonna meet us in an hour at La Costa Nuva in town. We’ll get there just before the dinner hour and get a table in the back.” That was where she and Eric had dinner before. It seemed strange to Cindy that Taylor knew Eric. She doubted th...
Then she took the first cab she could get to Back o’ Town, where Alain lived. As she got into the cab, Cindy decided not to call and let him know she was arriving. It would be better to take him by surprise; that would be the best way to get him to talk. The taxi wound its way along the roads, c...
Abe was probably right; it would be better and safer for her to investigate the drug ring with Mattheus at her side. If he was there, it would give her more clout with Santos as well. When Cindy arrived at the hotel she immediately rushed to Rowley’s room, expecting everyone to be there, includin...
One by one the guests and wedding party had been called down here to be interviewed by the police. Peter was called down every day and kept there the longest. When they entered, Cindy saw a tall, handsome, lanky guy sitting at the front of the table, his head in his hands. Dana and Edward immedia...
Crime was so rare on St. Bart’s that the police station was small, located in an oversized clapboard house on a narrow road, lined with flowers and huge trees. The road, near a mountain, was in a hilly area, slightly apart from the main section of town. Mattheus and Cindy parked down at the botto...
She needed him to be as he’d always been, strong, clear, a sounding board. They had to work their way through these details together and decide what to do next. Now Cindy wondered what state of mind she’d find Mattheus in. Sometimes he was more like his old self, at other times, he was reeling u...
said Cindy. “He just wants us to check and make absolutely sure there was no foul play. That seems reasonable to me.” “Honey, there’s nothing reasonable about someone dying just before she’s about to get married,” Ben grumbled. Cindy realized, of course, that it was so. There had been nothing rea...