There are erotic books and there are romantic suspense novels. And then there are books, like this one, which blend the two genres flawlessly.
Don’t get me wrong. I know erotic fiction is quite an extreme term to describe this book. But if you are a regular romance reader then you would bear witness to the fact that some authors just don’t know how to do it. A steamy love making scene added just for the sake of it spoils the mood like nothing else.
Not in Ms’ Gibson’s books. Although I’ve read only a couple of her books but she knows exactly what pace is perfect for those intimate moments so that the reader isn’t tempted to skip paragraphs and in fact…is left wanting just a bit more.
Why am I talking only about the erotic bit of the book? Well, trust me, the story offers way more than just tingling your erotic senses. But the title, I believe, doesn’t do justice to the book. It definitely is catchy and would garner a second glance in a list of book titles. But to a great extent, it doesn’t reveal the actual plot of the book. This might be purposeful as the target audience may not exactly be people who have a crazy fetish about reading books about serial killers.
Over all, this book was the perfect mix of several things for me. There was thrill, mystery, love and attraction, and just a dash of humour. It will intrigue you without creeping you out. In short, you will not spend the night hidden under your blanket, afraid that if you peek your head out to breathe fresh air, you’ll find yourself staring into the eyes of a serial killer. I know I know, that’s being such a wus but hey, no judgements. That’s exactly why I dread picking up a James Patterson novel.
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