TBR Reviewer: Luta Wolf
I love a good suspense book, one that leaves me guessing who did it all the way to the end and this really fit the bill for it. The plot is extremely well balanced even while going from the past to the future it was all seamlessly blended together. The villain is really dark and a serious creeper but the author once again did an amazing job of balancing, just when it would become too much the author would throw in a nice dish of steam. Oh and was this story hot, two alpha characters circling and sniffing each other out. Just as I thought one
would go in for the kill, clothes are being thrown about.
I loved the characters! Honestly, the suspense was so strong in this story that I was a bit surprised at just how well done these characters were. The chemistry was viable, the description and history made them so real. I truly hated to leave them when the story ended. My only complaint is how stupid Wynne could be but again, I can’t help but actually like that. It added a third dimension but beware that it will have you yelling at your book just as you yell in a horror movie at the idiot character that goes down the dark basement stairs.
In a Lover's Silece is the sitting on the edge of my seat romantic thriller and this book was a thrill that I highly recommend.
"I'm so totally screwed." The temptation to smack her skull onto her desk a few times was overwhelming, but Wynne Smith fought it. She needed to keep her head up so she could watch the progress of the three men following Donna. The collections manager led them past the collections floor with its sections of cubicles, and into the office of Elliot White, the owner of the agency.
Over the partition separating their workstations, Wynne's friend, Rita Lang, peered down at her. "What's up? Who are they?"
Wynne figure cowering behind flimsy moveable barriers wouldn't do her any good. She stood up and propped her arm on the wall. She gave a quick wave to the dark-haired man carrying a cowboy hat.
He dipped his head in return. The beginnings of a grin lifted his lips and amusement flashed in his green eyes. In her stomach, butterflies fluttered to life and the temptation to curl up against his broad chest had to be pounded into submission.
"You know them?" Rita scurried out of her cubbyhole to join Wynne.
"Not really. The big guy in the suit I don't know, but the smaller suit behind him is a special agent with the FBI. Dex Franklin. The one in the jeans and McCloud coat is Deputy US Marshal, Seth Vassar."
"FBI? Marshal? What have you done? And what's a McCloud coat?"
Wynne laughed and answered the easiest of the questions. "Remember the 1970s TV series with Dennis Weaver? He always wore that suede coat with the sheepskin lining. That's a McCloud coat."
"Ah." Rita's head bobbed up and down, her short red curls bouncing around her face. "So, what did you do?"
"Wynne." Donna's cool summons overrode Rita's question.
Not that Wynne wanted to answer either woman. No. If she had her 'druthers, she'd be out the office's front door and half-way home. But the look on Donna's face and the surprised glance from Amy Wright, the collection agency's paralegal, assured Wynne there was no opportunity for escape.
Grabbing the bottle of Dr. Pepper from her desk, Wynne sighed. "Pray for me, Rita, it's gonna be a hell of a Friday." She didn't wait for a response before crossing the room and following Donna into the owner's office.