The Sex Club is a whodunit police mystery/thriller reminiscent of one of my more recent favorite shows, AMC's The Killing (RIP!); it definitely kept me guessing until the end. However, for a book with so many dramatic and scandalous plot lines, I thought the writing was a little dry and lacked em...
Book 2 in the Detective Jackson series. Excellent Thriller every bit as gripping and enjoyable as book 1. These are police procedural mixed with psychological thriller. A big thanks to the author for being brave enough to write novels without feeling sex scenes are needed. I like the way the char...
Thrilled to DeathL.J. SellersEchelon Press, September 2010ISBN 1590807278Trade PaperbackTwo young women are missing in Eugene, Oregon, and there is no apparent connection between them, one a single mother of a baby and the other a wealthy local heiress. Danette could have gone off on her own, su...
This being my fourth L.J. Sellers crime novel, I have become a huge fan. She writes in a way that keeps me spellbound. The resolution of this whodunit left me a bit skeptical, but that's probably because I never saw it coming... Sellers' story-telling gift resides in the lead-up, not so much in t...
He expected the taskforce meeting to be brief, unless someone came in with something unexpected. Evans showed up first, looking fresh in pressed black slacks and a pale blue jacket. Her face had no visible signs of sleep deprivation. “Morning, Evans. You look great. Still taking that buzz drug wh...
How did detectives and agents do this? Calling business after business looking for information—it was mind numbing. Yet it was obviously part of the job. His father had complained about occasional drudgery a few times back when he still lived with them. Garrett couldn’t im...
Evans pulled into the complex on the corner of Second and Chambers and willed herself to be calm. Being at the training facility, which doubled as a 911 call center, always made her feel amped, but the SWAT callout had given her a jolt of adrenaline. The big armored truck—affectionately called Ba...
Randall bumped along the road, alternately worrying about his son Tate’s fever and his SAIX mission. Even though Rebel had given him an explosive with a timer to leave in the Westin Building, he wanted to put together another device as a backup. He and Spencer had dynamite, blasting caps, and fus...
The sight of Flagstaff below the plane’s window triggered a flood of emotions: first, nostalgia for the beauty of the trees and the quaintness of the architecture, followed by a fear of becoming stuck there again. Rippling under the surface was a fading bitterness that her childhood in this mount...
Bailey shoved her hand under her jacket, ready to pull her weapon. “Jake Wilson.” His eyes were clear and his voice steady. “Special Agent Andra Bailey.” He motioned her in. After another glance over her shoulder, she stepped...
Schak’s desk was six feet from Jackson’s in a space crowded with several more desks and a half dozen filing cabinets. The odd vertical panels around the exterior of the building limited the natural light from the windows. But the violent crimes area was as familiar and comfortable as his own home...