DEATH ANGEL
Author: Linda Howard ISBN: 9780345486547
7/2008 SUSPENSE Publisher: BALLANTINE
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A striking beauty with a taste for diamonds and dangerous men, Drea Rousseau is more than content to be arm candy for Rafael Salinas, a notorious crime lord who deals with betrayal through quick and treacherous means: a bullet to the back of the head, a blade across the neck, an incendiary device beneath a car. Eager to break with Rafael, Drea makes a fateful decision and a desperate move, stealing a mountain of cash from the malicious killer. After all, an escape needs to be financed.
Though Drea runs, Salinas knows she can’t hide—and he dispatches a cold-blooded assassin in hot pursuit, resulting in a tragic turn of events. Or does it?
Left for dead, Drea miraculously returns to the realm of the living a changed woman. She’s no longer shallow and selfish, no longer steals or cheats or sells herself short. Both humbled and thrilled with this unexpected second chance, Drea embraces her new life. But in order to feel safe and sound—and stop nervously looking over her shoulder—she will need to take down those who marked her for death.
Joining forces with the FBI, supplying vital inside information that only she can provide, Drea finds herself working with the most dangerous man she’s ever known. Yet the closer they get to danger, the more intense their feelings for each other become, and the more Drea realizes that the cost of her new life may be her life itself—as well as her heart. |
RRAH's THOUGHTS AND PONDERINGS:
I think I will pass on the next Linda Howard. As DEATH ANGEL is the third book of hers I have reviewed, and like the previous two I do not care for it, it is probably best that I just say no.
Bottom line here—I find it in no way romantic or even sexy that a drug dealer's girlfriend is given to said dealer's hit-man for payment of a job, and that they have four hours of such incredible sex that she then decides her hit-man is the one. Crazy to me, just crazy to me.
Perhaps I am old-fashioned, but this kind of story does not bring tender, romantic feelings to the surface. It kind of makes me sick, actually. Perhaps it would work better if the in-need-of-gratifying-sex girlfriend refused the request of her thug so that she must run for her life while the hit-man is sent after her, to kill her, but instead falls in love with her after she saves him or something. I cannot say for sure if that would make DEATH ANGEL better, but I do know that if I paid for this book, I would be looking for a refund.
Shannon Johnson |