Book reviews à la bookworm...The good, the bad, and everything in between.
Henrietta “Harry” Markowitz lost her husband seven years ago, and although not emotionally, she’s moved on in every other way. Danny was the love of her life, she knows she’ll never love again, but that doesn’t make her dead or incapable of feeling sexual attraction. And on her friend’s wedding, she’s found the perfect candidate for scratching the itch.
Senior Master Sergeant Matt Stanning has left his former occupation of finding and getting rid of explosive devices behind after losing his best friend to one of them in the Iraqi desert. Now he’s tasked with retrieving fellow soldiers that were taken prisoner or killed in action and reuniting them with their families. But the death of his best friend still haunts him, and the only way to forget is in the arms of a willing female or with a bottle of JD (or maybe both).
But there is one woman who’s remained in his memory for the past three months. Henrietta who let him touch her and touched him in return only to disappear from his life.
Now she’s back, or he’s back in her life, due to her archaeological discovery in the Iraqi desert, and neither Harry nor Matt find anything wrong with resuming their fling...Until Matt discovers Harry is his dead best friend’s wife. Which is quickly pushed to the side, since someone is determined to do whatever it takes to get their hands on whatever Harry found in the desert.
While Dangerous Territory was great, and Over the Line not so much, but it still had its moments, this third installment in this series lacked even those moments.
I disliked the
merry widow heroine with her emotional cripple-ness and blindness to what was really going on in her head and in her heart. Not to mention her almost TSTL tendency of refusing to budge as the hero was trying to keep her safe from whatever was coming. I was rather ambivalent toward the hero, empathizing on one side, disliking him on the other. His issues could’ve been solved by talking to someone (as his friend did), and refusing to solve anything brought him to where he was, in love with his best friend’s wife, and guilty about it.
The romance was non-existent, where I’m concerned. I didn’t see or feel that they actually had any sort of romantic feelings for each other (due to their mutual issues about the dead guy), and although the sex scenes weren’t as prevalent as in the previous book they still sounded hollow, just the characters scratching their itches and going through the motions with no feelings behind their actions.
Speaking of action, it left me utterly cold and uninterested. It could be because of yet more fillers between the “meatier” scenes, or maybe I simply didn’t care what happened to or between the two leads, hence the mystery, suspense and action didn’t really touch any “nerves”.
Instead of a book or a story, this came across as merely words.