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376 pages, Paperback
First published September 1, 2008
Read & Become obsessed with Ty and Zane!
Granted, I'm nine years late to the party and my review may be surplus to requirements but, here it is anyway.
Despite the burning need to DNF, I hung in there, soldering through the pages of wince-inducing prose but at page 204, I admitted defeat. This book and I agreed to never speak on the matter again.
Allow me to show you why (excerpts from page 203-4, emphasis by me):
Ty glanced over at it and immediately groaned softly
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Ty frowned doubtfully. He worked quickly and finally pulled the wound together....
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Ty simply nodded and went....to retrieve a glass. He filled it from a bottle that sat on the counter and handed it wordlessly to Zane.
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Zane lowered the glass and looked at Ty appraisingly.
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Depends on what kind of action you’re talking about,” he said, being deliberately vague.
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“Tough guy, huh?” Ty asked sarcastically
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Sigh. I have never read a book that had this many adverbs, sometimes a page would have over 10 of such.
Here's the thing: I wouldn't have fixated on those pesky words had the plot and characters been developed beyond the pedestrian.
TY and Zane are FBI agents who were drafted in to find a serial killer. Ty is the usual wisecracking bad-boy agent while Zane was the "suit".
Sound familiar? Think Riggs and Murtaugh- of Lethal Weapon- without the charm, wit, and intelligence.
Theirs was an enemies-to-lovers story, sadly, once they got together the plot became secondary turning this into nothing more than a B-rated erotica.
The story never advanced beyond their sleeping together. Even when the killer attempted to blow them up, there was no urgency. No rallying of agents or gathering of intel, they basicallyhidstayed at the hotel to read "files".
I say this with all due respect but I doubt the author did any research on the subject matter. Altogether, very sloppy.
“Ty Grady was a rude, insufferable, egotistical, stinking son of a bitch, and Zane was going to figure out how to tune him out. Otherwise, he just might give in to the pressure and kill the bastard, for the good of humanity.”
“It was now or never. Zane took a slow, deep breath and ducked his chin, tilted his head sideways, and slid his lips firmly against Ty’s.”
“Fuck," Ty finally muttered as they broke another heated kiss.
"Is that a comment or a request?" Zane asked breathlessly.”
“What the hell is a SpongeBob?”
“I’m flattered. I’ve moved up from idiot to moron,” Zane said. “And you have moved up from utterly reprehensible asshole to only moderately annoying asshole.”Serial Killers,
“Only?” Ty repeated with a huff. “It takes effort to be this abrasive, I hope you realize.”
“Yeah, I guess so. But you just make it look so easy.”
Ty Grady was a rude, insufferable, egotistical, stinking son of a bitch, and Zane was going to need to figure out how to tune him out. Otherwise, he just might give in to the pressure and kill the bastard, for the good of humanity.
“So here I am; widower, alcoholic, addict, all-around asshole turned squeaky clean by force of will, threat of jail, and sheer terror. I suppose it’s no wonder your ‘pansy ass’ comments get in my craw,”
“Should I go back to my room tonight?” Ty asked out of the blue. “Or will we be able to work together and fuck each other senseless at the same time?”Yes, the relationship between Ty and Zane was a major draw for this book, but it wasn't the only focus. After all, the FBI Agents had a job to do, and the focus on catching a serial killer was driving the plot.
“Wait wait, let me guess,” Ty said as he held out his hand toward Zane. “Psychology major with a...,” he narrowed his eyes and cocked his head, “political science minor,” he guessed.
⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*I Do Still Somewhat Like it?*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
Ty stepped outside the bathroom again without bothering to respond. The groan from Zane had sent an odd jolt through his body, and he wasn't sure he liked it. He needed ... to shoot something, maybe.
Zane was starting to piss him off again. Which was good, he supposed. It meant the urge to lick him all over was passing, at least.
“We can still cut and run,”