Blurb: Alexandra Monzelle is a hard-fighting, heat-packing Seattle vice cop, and she’s not much interested in being protected. Her short skirt and sex-kitten heels are tools to lure her suspects into talking about the deadly new drug hitting the streets. She can take care of herself and then some. Unfortunately, she can’t seem to get that through to Kellach Dunne.
Kellach is a fresh import from Dublin, and he’s landed at the heart of a vicious motorcycle club that deals in guns, narcotics, and mayhem. He’s all male, all rough power–and all interference in her damn investigation. Maybe he’s one of the good guys. Maybe not. Lex knows an affair with an immortal like him would risk everything. No matter how delicious he looks…
Review: I would have easily given this a higher rating if not for a few really irritating and annoying things going on here.
The back and forth attitude from Alexandra on whether or not she trusts Kellach gets incredibly old, really frickin’ fast. One or two times, maybe, but one minute she’s certain of her trust and faith in him, then the next, something that looks questionable about him comes up and she instantly thinks he lied and totally betrayed her. Over and over again. I’m sorry, if you really feel that way, then there is no way you’d be getting naked as often with that person as what happens in this book.
A minor irritant was the sporadic and badly done Irish brogue. It was so rare an occurrence that it did nothing for the story to add it. The fact that it was written badly made it a pretty big speed bump in the reading.
It is one thing to have sex scenes that are on the aggressive or rough side. It is another to cross the line into the forced area that is essentially rape. I’m sure the intention was to be on that aggressive side, but it didn’t come across as that at all to me. This falls squarely into the zone I can’t stand where “No” actually means “Yes”. No, means no and to write with that as a plot device in this type of story perpetuates the idea that it is okay to ignore that word. There are stories where that kind of writing will work, but this isn’t that kind of story. It takes what is supposed to be a fun, romantic scene that gets heated and puts it in a very ugly place. This isn’t supposed to be some dark, twisted romance. It isn’t sexy to solve anger and disagreement with pushing sex on another.
For a Rebecca Zanetti book, I was pretty disappointed. I’d have to say that this is probably one of my least favorites of her books.