Yes, there are actually MORE ebooks to get through. When I binge, I BINGE! And after those football games yesterday (Just kill me now and put me out of my Fantasy football misery.), it was more ebooks or take up drinking something stronger than Fresca.
I hope everyone had a good holiday – or at least one that did not include tornadoes, blizzards, floods, or sleeping in airports or shelters. The folks in Texas and other parts of the Great Plains and deep South sure have had a rough few days. Our Christmas felt more like Easter and even though I did not make it to my brother’s this year, we did ‘tele-Yahtzee’ – playing Yahtzee by phone. It was just as well I was home as I got sick as a dog Christmas night and 2 days later my SIL’s mother landed in the hospital. Circumstances kept me home and apparently that was a good thing all the way around. Funny how that happens.
I’m also starting to look for a new laptop or something like the Surface Pro 4. Kind of pricey on that second option. And naturally, ANOTHER crown fell out 2 days before Christmas and my dentist was nowhere to be found. While I had one missing tooth over the holidays and a lovely hole where I am healing from my LAST oral surgery in October, I might just celebrate my New Year with another visit to oral surgeon. YIPEE! Then I KNOW my dentist will want a fixed bridge and ……………. dear God, the money makes me faint. That expense must be handled before new computers of any type.
So solace was found in real Scotch shortbread – yes REAL, all butter so I can fail my bloodwork in January in style. (Dr T – you will ignore that sentence!!!!!!! I ate fruit and vegetables and saltines and have no idea why my bad cholesterol is so high!) Then tele-Yahtzee and ebooks. Football, my usual drug of choice, is best left undiscussed as I am still in mild shock and very close to the edge of murdering my TV – though what the poor innocent TV has to do with BAD OFFICIALS AND POOR CALLS I’m not sure. But I seem to have this primal urge to cause it harm. Dark chocolate covered figs from Spain have helped stabilize me. Very high therapeutic value.
On the upside, no ebooks were damaged in the process of trying to pacify myself with harmless, entertaining books. Though the whole ‘entertainment’ thing gets a bit shaky. Anyway, here we go.
We’ll start with the Lucky O’Toole series by Deborah Coonts set in Las Vegas. Touted as humorous romantic mystery series supposedly similar to the Steph Plum books. I can tell you they have only slight elements in common – mostly off the charts insanity. Lucky is a much more complex, competent, mature character – or so it seems at the start, so the hapless fumbling, nutty sidekick, and crazy grandma are out. Lucky does have a bordello owning mother, Mona, and a competent assistant, Miss P (Miss Patterson) in her job as head of Customer Relations at the swankiest, most coveted casino resort on the strip, the Babylon – and access to complementary Ferrari’s.
There are also numerous downsides. The author seems attached to using antiquated technology, calls the casino owner ‘The Big Boss’ (yeah, that was original), she all but runs the whole operation and somehow manages to investigate murders when she has perfectly competent staff to handle such things. Reality never had much to do with Vegas, so readers mostly gloss over all these annoying improbabilities and go along for the ride. Hey, if Steph Plum can have giraffes running around Trenton, I guess Lucky O’Toole can have the only dinosaur Nextel in the state of Nevada – though one would think an iPhone would be more probable.
If the author’s last name sounds familiar, it should. Her husband is NY Times best-selling author Stephen Coonts of the Jake Grafton/Tommy Carmelinni action thrillers. I wonder how many reviews of this series were from his friends?
Anyway, let’s look at the books and keep in mind the highly improbable events in most cozies – and this would be closer to that than real mystery – so it’s like Steph Plum not having grown older during the 20+ years of the series. (If you wonder why her sister and her kids disappeared, Evonavich had to get rid of them from the stories or they too would be ageless, despite state of the art electronics everywhere. Robert B Parker made the same choice for his ageless Spencer. It’s one of the wonders of FICTION.)
Wanna Get Lucky was free for Kindle to I gave it a shot. Lucky OToole and the Babylon’s new security guy have a mystery to solve when a Vegas ‘working girl’ ends up getting dumped out of the Babylon’s helicopter into the Treasure Island Lagoon and killed. And someone just ‘happened’ to be there to film it in high resolution. Then there’s the 400-pound naked man by main staircase, and missing security tapes from certain floors and …….. well, a whole bunch of other stuff.
Lucky inserts herself into the investigation with the help of a very young, very green detective named Romeo. The fast pace can’t quite cover the many flaws in logic, even for a lightweight mystery, and yes, it is cliché ridden. If you can suspend your common sense long enough, it’s a decent read, albeit very annoying with its characters right from a TV script – including the female impersonator who is NOT gay and is interested in Lucky. I will give Wanna Get Lucky a C- (2.8*) because it could have been really good with more attention to reality and fewer borrowed characters from all too familiar movies and TV. It’s free, so try and see how you feel about it.
Lucky Stiff once again finds Lucky in the middle of a murder, problems with her now former female impersonator boyfriend, a convention of entomologists who bring in thousands of bees, sharks eating a Vegas odds maker with a shifty rep, and everything short of a circus act. If book one was pushing credibility, this one entered comic book zone with a dose of soap opera thrown in – and if you didn’t see the ‘big reveal’ coming, you have to turn in your Nancy Drew card and promise to never work the Psychic Hotline.
Lucky Stiff had its amusing moments, but in many ways seemed to imitate the worst elements of the Steph Plum books with too much TV show Vegas. You half expect James Cann to grab someone’s throat. Anyway, it gets another C- (2.6*) and the same warning as above. It’s heavy on the angst in parts too. In fact, that’s true of this whole series.
So Damn Lucky had a plot so over the top I actually enjoyed it. You had Area 51, secret psychic warfare studies the government denies, a missing magician, a murder on the loose – or maybe not if Dimitri isn’t dead, boyfriend ‘Teddy’ now with a singing contract thanks to Lucky out on tour, a break in at her condo complex one floor blow her 30th floor unit, a French chef who looks even better than his food tastes – and he wouldn’t mind getting a taste of Lucky, and then there’s the whole, “How do I deal with Vegas knowing who my daddy is?” Just to make life complete, Teddy shows up in Vegas unexpectedly – and so do his obnoxious parents.
OK, this one is hard for me because I kind of got a kick out of the magicians and the whole Area 51 thing, but you will have one of two reactions – SHE’S INSANE TO LIKE THIS (and many believe I am) to OMG THIS BOOK IS JUNK! I give So Damn Lucky a B- (3.7*) because of the above points and despite the whole Teddy drama. Plus I’m a sucker for mysteries involving magicians.
Lucky Bastard is the point at which I started giving up on this series. Yes, it’s lighthearted fun, but there are just so many romance crisis I can stand before I hit a wall. This is one of the problems with binge reading a series, the flaws leap out and start choking you. Lucky’s waffling attraction to men in a kind of serial monogamy with no serious timeouts between them left me wondering how shallow she was.
Lucky O’Toole’s murder du jour is a body on the hood of a Ferrari on the showroom floor stabbed in the neck with the heel of her own Jimmy Choos – bringing a whole new meaning to ‘blood red sportscar.’ Lucky’s first thought was, “Where’s the other shoe?” Then she learns the woman in question, well, DEAD woman in question, is actually the wife of one of the men who had been pursuing her since book 1 – former Babylon security man, undercover Gaming Commission Agent, now PI and partners with the Beautiful Jeremy Whitlock, Paxton Dane. (Yeah, it really is that convoluted.)
Enter Detective Romeo, Lucky’s go to homicide cop who is showing the kind of growing as a character that makes his passingly interesting. Too bad he’s always a bit player. And the fact that Sylvie was cheating in the Babylon’s poker room, knew both the security code and the secret password to enter the Ferrari dealership after hours, and told Dane she had to speak with him about something urgent …………….. ok, we are now in ‘this is getting silly’ territory. Oh, and even though Lucky is moving on from Teddy to Jean-Charles, the famous gourmet chef The Big Boss hired, but is pissed at Dane (whom she rejected) for not telling her all about his marriage. (All together now – EYE ROLL!)
Unlike So Damn Lucky, Lucky Bastard wanders in the personal wilderness of Lucky’s life and the mystery kind of just bobs and weaves in and out of her story. And that’s my problem. The books are half women’s fic romance/humor and half mystery and billed as the ‘Heartfelt Series’. Being neither fish nor fowl, they probably appeal more to romance and romantic suspense lovers than mystery lovers. Not a good genre for me to binge read after having finished the Savannah Martin series that fell into the same emotional quagmire, but with less humor.
The Lucky Bastard murder is not complex or exciting, but the surrounding endless distractions make it seem more than it is. And how anyone can be responsible for largely running the biggest casino resort in Vegas AND have time to play amateur detective baffles me completely, especially since her only professional help is a PI and very young police detective is beyond comprehension. Pacing is fast and if the lack of a real mystery plot and reality don’t bother you, it’s a decent read I gets a C- (2.7*) from me.
We have now reached Lucky Catch – and in case you’re wondering, here’s the tally to far – Book 1, clear The Big Boss, book 2, clear the Beautiful Jeremy Whitlock, book 3, no close associate blamed (PHEW), book 4, clear Dane, book 5, clear new boyfriend Jean-Charles and his sister Desiree. (And book 6, not reviewed here because I got fed up, clear Teddy, the ex-lover, who is back in Vegas.)
Romantic French chef, a renowned restaurateur, and new boyfriend Jean-Charles is the lead suspect in the death of his brother-in-law’s conniving mistress who helped him run J-C’s high-end food truck where chef tested potential new food offerings for yet to be opened restaurant at the completely rebuilt Athena – soon to be Cielo and run by Lucky. (By the way, this will be fastest rebuild in the history of all hotel renovations.)
Romeo focuses on the spurned wife – a wife with someone trying to sabotage her ultra high-end food supply company that specializes in truffles. (Not the chocolate ones, the fungus ones.) Too bad he did think to look closer to home ………….. Jean-Charles’ late wife.
You get a fair smattering of the ins and outs of behind the scenes food supply for top end eateries and enough French drama to fill several foreign language film festivals. You know, the smoldering, moody, self-sacrificial, tragic crap. Had this been a paper book, it would have gotten pitched against the wall about half way through. I have no intention to wrecking my laptop for a cheap ebook, no matter how badly I wanted to stick a knife through the screen. GAH! The weakest entry in the series, (until book 6) with enough melodrama to fuel a month of soap operas. Lucky Catch gets a D+to C- (2.5*) and read only if you’re following this series for the romance, not the mystery.
I received The Dirt on the Ninth Grave as an ARC ebook and hoped against hope that Darynda Jones would manage to set the story back on track after the ridiculous ‘amnesia’ ending on Eighth Grave. You have no idea how hard I was pulling for Charley and Reyes. SIGH! I feared I was doomed to disappointment. I was right and man, does that make me sad.
The Dirt on the Ninth Grave finds the still amnesiac Charley waiting tables at a diner in Sleepy Hollow, NY. Yes, THAT Sleepy Hollow. (It’s a scenic real town on the east side of the Hudson just north of Tarrytown where Sleepy Hollow author, Washington Irving, lived.) Eye roll. Reyes is now the cook there, Cookie, her PI business associate and best friend, a waitress, Detective Uncle Bob – all with obvious variations on their names and none willing to tell her about her past because she must remember on her own. No, I am not making this crap up. Oh, if you’re worried about Beep, the newborn from Eighth Grave, don’t bother. Mr Wong has that handled. Well eventually he was going to do SOMETHING.
We labor through pages of Charley seeing ghosts but not getting freaked out, serving coffee, food, and getting it on with handsome cook Ray. And after several hundred pages, the evil demon inhabiting the body of the man who tormented Reyes and his sister comes back and kidnaps her and yes, hauls her off to a spooky house.
I will not tell you how she gets her memory back, but let me just say it ranks up there with Christina Henry’s Black Wings series ending with “Mother’s awake.” Oh, she’s not at all freaked out about Beep being cared for elsewhere. Not a single tear. But she’s hot for Reyes.
OK, you’ll have one of two reactions – series lovers will LOVE, LOVE, LOVE this book. People retaining some semblance of sanity will go WTF? Yeah. The ‘most powerful being in the universe’ not only got amnesia but is OK with her newborn being raised by strangers and ready to make out with Reyes after once again turning the tables at the last minute. I simply cannot reconcile the contradictions in the supposed powers of the characters and the pedestrian troubles that they should easily fixed. The rationals don’t mesh and the baby gets whisked away because it will hinder the romance angle. Whisked away from ‘the most powerful being in the universe’ because ‘others’ can keep him safer – DOES NOT COMPUTE. These persistent contradictions in logic just cannot be ignored. ……….. Let me amend that. I cannot ignore them. Apparently fans have unlimited tolerance for such things.
Long sigh. Time to wrap this up Ms Jones. You’re pushing the plot well past the sell by date. I will be a contrarian and give Ninth Grave a C- (2.7*) and acknowledge in advance I will be hated by CD fans everywhere. The hardcover is very overpriced even at a discount given the short length of the book. The ebook is insanely over-priced as well. It does have better verve than Eight Grave, but not enough for me to overlook the basic flaws in logic. If you’re a serious, SERIOUS fan, buy it. If Eighth Grave put you on the fence – get it from your library for free or wait for a used book discount in a couple of months. Regardless, spend as little as possible.
Alyssa Day is famous for her paranormal romance books featuring Atlantis and an alternate version of our world where vampires attempted a takeover of the US. In this hybrid reality, in modern Florida swamp country mystery, Dead Eye, Tess Callahan runs a pawn shop half of which she inherited from her former boss and father figure, Jeremiah Shepherd – a man who was murdered some months earlier. The other half of the shops and Jeremiah’s house and personal belongings went to his nephew Jack Shepherd. Jack left Dead End 10 years ago and was involved in the vampire wars. Now he’s back and looking to just settle his uncle’s estate …………… until he learns Jeremiah didn’t just die, he was murdered and Tess has a tiger shifter by the tail.
Tess has a gift too. One she’d rather not have. She can ‘see’ a person’s death when she touches them or they touch her skin. It doesn’t happen every time, but enough that she doesn’t touch folks. Like witches and shifters, such gifts are not uncommon in Dead End. Jack makes himself at home all too fast and decides to ‘get this over with’ and touches Tess. She realizes he’s already ‘died’ – kind of a first for her. She also learns that he was one of the two top people leading the rebellion. Jack is also a really nice guy – but bossy.
Dead Eye is a bit different from Day’s usual trope, it’s more in the UF/paranormal mystery mash-up category like Sookie Stackhouse. Although it is tangential to her other series, you do NOT need to have read them to follow this book as works as the start of a new a different series, but it does help to fill in the background. The series will carry on more in the UF/paranormal mystery series with the Jack and Tess romance angle. The plot, unfortunately, was obvious and the characters, especially Tess, lacked depth. It just came off shallow on all key elements. There was a sense of deja vu because the characters and dialogues and plot were so familiar it felt trite. Much as I wanted to really like it, it was too cliché, including the corrupt town sheriff. It gets a C (3*) rating and for Alyssa Day fans, buy or borrow the ebook. It’s much too short to justify the price of the print copy. A miss-able series, but fun for those who like paranormal mystery in the Sookie Stackhouse style, just shorter.
Here is my best advice to fans if the Miss Fortune series by Jana DeLeon – RUN AWAY NOW! DO NOT LOOK BACK! DO NOT SPEND ONE DIME ON THIS TRIPE! This whole Sinful World novella craze has spawned some real garbage and but this one – good grief. You want an example of how allowing other authors to write stories set in a world you created can go wrong – here is the perfect example. Some of the Sinful World novellas have been good, most mediocre, one other awful, but this was Outer Limits Meets Sinful and almost singlehandedly trashed the series.
I understand that many of these novellas are little better than fan fic. OK, that’s fine. I remember back when multiple author series were all the rage in sword and sorcery fantasy and yes, different authors perceived the same character very differently. But there is a HUGE difference between accomplished authors writing stories using common ‘worlds’ and characters from amateur hour in ebook-orama. Sinful Science is almost a criminal offense. A not believable overlay of poorly thought out science fiction/horror using characters who behave totally out of character, banal dialogue, and a plot that’s little short of an insult to both science fiction/horror fans and Sinful fans alike – and even managed to throw in shapeshifting swamp rat Federal Agents at the end. I can’t believe I just wrote that. I think I need to bleach my brain. My WTF gauge just exploded.
Can you guess my rating? Yes, Sinful Science gets an F (0*). A rare and not at all coveted award. I’m confident this author writes far better pieces than this, I just wish she refrained from inflicting this insane mashup of Outer Limits/Twilight Zone/Sinful on Sinful fans. If I want to read Dystopian or horror, I’ll grab Sandman Slim or one of the other many UF/paranormal/horror mashups available.
OK, I think I’ve aborted my near cranial meltdown and can manage one more ebook novella review – another entry in Thea Harrison’s Elder Races paranormal romance series. Pia Does Hollywood is book 2 in a novella series that started with Dragos Goes to Washington. In this, a pregnant Pia is required to go spend 1 week as a guest of Queen of the Light Fae, who seems oddly anxious to put the timing off. But Pia is pregnant and unwilling to wait and risk exposing her condition. Dragos plans to skirt the rules that forbid him to go with Pia by going to CA on his own and staying up the coast to be near.
But Pia sees a problem as soon as she arrives, it’s high security and watchfulness by the Light Fea that has Pia’s own bodyguards on edge. Dragos arrives early thanks to a favor from a djinn and flies out to grab some fresh fish before heading to Rodeo Drive. A spectacular necklace, bracelet, and earring catch his eye. But when he announces himself, the usual sudden appearance of owners doesn’t happen, just a confused and near hysterical sales woman. Something is obviously wrong as she explains how Light Fae have been disappearing. But he’s Lord Dragos Culebre, so he takes the jewels, tells he to stay secure and send the bill to his NYC office and goes to investigate. He finds packs of rabid, mindless Light Fae who attack and try to kill him despite his fire.
Pia is struck by the fact the Light Fae queen and her whole household is armed as if they expect a massive assault. It seems some infection has struck, perhaps deliberate bio attack, the Light Fae. Only Dragos, who arrives at the mansion in a stolen vehicle – and he’s been bitten by an infected Fae.
Ms Harrison, who is quite capable of drawing out a slender story to a tedious novel length, manages to write excellent novellas. Funny how the shorter format seems to bring out the best in some authors and the worst in others. She managed to create enough plot for a decent book into an excellent, tightly written, action-packed novella. Pia Does Hollywood is not at all what I expected, but it was actually much better and gets a B+ (4.3*) and suggested read along with Dragos goes to Washington.
With that, I will wrap the ebook binge and hopefully get back to print books for my next entry. As I sit writing this and watching the end of the Alamo Bowl (which became quite exciting in the second half), I want to wish you all Happy New Year and Good Reading in 2016!