I'm not liking this narrator as much as the one that did The Night Stalker. I also disliked that Jack gets any respect or even professional courtesy especially since he's right so much of the time. After the last book, one would think that Candy Burrell would have more respect for him. Jack is ...
This is the fourth Night Prowler story about the shapeshifting Ikati, but this gives us a new side to Christian, Leander’s brother, who in previous stories was not very likeable. Here he changes his spots by giving us some of his backstory that makes us feel more aware of his sensuality and the r...
There are going to be spoilers in this review. If you don't want to see them, don't read past this first paragraph. I didn't like this book nearly as much as I wanted to. I will try to explain why.Normally, I love a good con story. The intricacies of the plot, the good guys unraveling it, setting...
Tony Valentine has a gift for grift: He can walk into a casino and spot a cheater across a crowded floor. A man who still uses pay phones and won’t spend more than a buck for coffee, Tony has protected Atlantic City gambling palaces for twenty years and learned every trick of the trade—until a ne...
Tony Valentine made his living and his name as a cop in Atlantic City-and is now known worldwide for his ability to spot the kinds of scams, grifts, and rip-offs that cost casinos billions every year. A man with a biting wit who drives a '92 Honda, Tony is low-profile, old-school, and has seen it...
I like mystery series with quirky heroes and a few surreal characters. The first couple of Tony Valentine novels didn’t quite fit that description, but there was still something not quite mainstream that drew me. In this novel, Swain has really started to come into his own as a writer. Though ...
Explosive. Pulse-pounding. Heart-racing. From the bestselling author The Wall Street Journal hails as one terrific writer, Midnight Rambler is the breakout thriller of the year--a brawny, brainy novel of suspense that pairs James Swain's trademark smooth-as-silk prose with a plot bigger and bolde...
There was a pharmacy on the first floor, and I strapped myself into the free blood pressure machine to check my blood pressure and pulse. I’d had guns pointed in my face before, and I knew how it affected me. My blood pressure and pulse were both sky high. I went to my car, popped James Taylor’s ...
The director of surveillance for Bally’s Atlantic City casino had contacted the island’s eleven other casinos, and persuaded them to search their digital databases for any blackjack players who’d recently beaten them and who’d been wearing New York Yankees baseball caps. The search had turned up ...
He wasn’t handcuffed, and Valentine felt his head start to spin. Fontaine was a career criminal, yet the agents were talking to him like an old pal. Two agents walked past, carrying the cowboy in a black body bag. The guy whose face Valentine had broken with the door was sitting up, and being giv...
Billy had been talking nonstop, and his vocal cords were turning hoarse. He uncapped the last water bottle on the table and chugged it down. “Let me have your pen,” he said. His attorney handed over his gold pen. Billy scribbled on the pad. His atto...