Abandoned in Death by J.D. Robb – Review & Excerpt

Abandoned in Death by J.D. Robb – Review & Excerpt

 

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The woman’s body was found on a bench in a New York City playground. She was clean, her hair neatly arranged, her makeup carefully applied. But other things were very wrong—like the tattoo and piercings, clearly new. The clothes, decades out of date. The fatal wound hidden beneath a ribbon around her neck. And the note: Bad Mommy, written in crayon as if by a child.

It seems clear the killer’s childhood was traumatic—a situation Eve is all too familiar with herself. Yet the clues point to a perpetrator who’d be around sixty, and there are no records of old crimes with a similar MO. What was the trigger that apparently reopened such an old wound and sent someone over the edge? When Eve learns that other young women have recently vanished, the case grows even more urgent—and to solve it she’ll need to find her way into a hidden place of dim light and concrete, into the distant past, and into the depths of a shattered mind.

 

 

Review:

Abandoned in Death by J.D. Robb is the 54th book in her fantastic In Death/Eve Dallas series. I have said this many times that I loved this series, as I have read every single book, as well as all the novellas of this series. I also love Eve and Roarke, who I still consider the best literary couple. Abandoned in Death is another very good addition to this series.  I will never have enough of this series, and marvel how Robb continues to give us fascinating stories at 54 books later. 

Eve and Peabody are on the scene at a playground in New York, with a woman’s dead body on a bench. They are concerned, as its too close to her friend Mavis’s neighborhood; as Bella (Mavis daughter) always loves to play there.   The dead woman was made perfectly up with makeup, hair, nails, tattoo, and dressed in clothes styled from decades ago; and a sign around her neck “Bad Mommy”.

Eve, Peabody, Roarke, Mira, and her fantastic team discover more missing woman, and time is of essence, as the murderer has already killed one, with two known to be missing.  These hit close to home for Eve, as she remembers her childhood and abuse, and recognizes the murderer is acting out his bad childhood with his mother, and uses his victims to be what he always wanted, a good mother.

Eve and her team, including Dr. Mira slowly begin to unravel events in current and in the past, as they realize they are dealing with a psychopath.  Early on we got to see Eve remember her harsh childhood during her dreams, and we also get a glimpse also in the past, to see the villian’s mother and how she abandoned the child.  When another woman is found dead under the same circumstances, everyone is working overtime to find the killer before he strikes again.

What follows is an intense, exciting, baffling and surprising race to find the murderer.  The story is grim and tragic, as Eve pulls all the stops to find the guilty party. The last third of the book was very tense and exciting, with edge of your seat suspense.   We get to see many of the wonderful recurring secondary characters, including Roarke, Peabody, Mira, Feeney, Nadine, McNab, Reo, Louise, and her fantastic team.  With 54 books and many novellas, Eve has changed drastically from being alone to having so many friends and teammates she cares about.  Abandoned in Death is another great addition to this amazing series, which is always so very well written by J.D. Robb.

Reviewed by Barb

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                          Chapter One
Before
The decision to kill herself brought her peace. Everything would be quiet, and warm and soft.
She could sleep, just sleep forever. Never again would she hide in the dark when the landlord
banged on the door for the rent she couldn’t pay.
Or climb out a window again, to take off. Again.
She wouldn’t have to give blow jobs to some sweaty john to buy food. Or the pills, the
pills she needed more than food.
The pills that made everything quiet, even the pain.
Maybe she’d even go to heaven, like it looked in the books in Bible study where
everything was fluffy white clouds and golden light and everyone smiled.
Maybe she’d go to hell, with all the fire and the screaming and eternal damnation.
Taking a life, even your own, was a big sin according to the Reverend Horace Greenspan, the
recipient of her first BJ—payment and penance when he’d caught her lip-locked with Wayne
Kyle Ribbet, and Wayne Kyle’s hand under her shirt.
The experience had taught her, at age twelve, it was better to receive than give
payment for such tedious services.
Still, suicide ranked as a bigger sin than blowing some grunting asshole for traveling
money or a handful of Oxy. So maybe she’d go to hell.
But wasn’t she there already?
Sick, half the time sick, and her skin on fire. Sleeping in her car more often than in a bed.
Driving from one crap town to the next.
Trading sex in steamy alleys for pills.
It wasn’t going to get better, not ever. She’d finally accepted that.
So she’d take the pills, enough of the pills so the quiet went on and on and on.
But before she did, she had to decide whether to take her little boy with her. Wouldn’t
he be better off, too?
She shifted her gaze to the rearview mirror to watch him. He sat in his grubby SpiderMan pj’s, half-asleep as he munched from a bag of Fritos she’d grabbed from a machine when
she’d pumped all but the last few dollars of her money into the gas tank. They kept him quiet,
and she needed the quiet.
She hadn’t had time—or just hadn’t thought—to grab anything when she’d scooped him
out of bed. She had money—nearly gone now—and pills—far too few of them—stuffed in her
purse.
They didn’t have much anyway, and what they did she’d shoved into a trash bag weeks
before. She had another couple of outfits for the kid—nothing clean. But she’d nearly gotten
busted trying to lift a T-shirt and jeans for him from a Walmart in Birmingham.
If she got busted, they’d take her kid, and he was the only thing completely hers. She’d
wanted the best for him, hadn’t she? She’d tried, hadn’t she? Five years of trying after the
asshole who got her pregnant told her to fuck off.
She’d done her best, but it wasn’t enough. Never enough.
And the kid was no prize, she had to admit. Whiny and clingy, Christ knew, carrying on
so she’d lost babysitters when she’d tried serving drinks or stripping it off in some hellhole.
But she loved the little son of a bitch, and he loved her.
“I’m thirsty, Mommy.”
Thirsty, hungry, tired, not tired. Always something. She’d seen motherhood as
something holy once. Until she’d learned it was nothing but constant drudgery, demands,
disappointments.
And she wasn’t good enough, just like everyone had told her all her damn life.
She slowed enough to pass the bottle of Cherry Coke between the seats. “Drink this.”
“Don’t like that! Don’t like it! I want orange soda pop! I want it! You’re a bad mommy!”
“Don’t say that. Now, don’t you say that. You know it hurts my feelings.”
“Bad Mommy, Bad Mommy. I’m thirsty!”
“Okay, okay! I’ll get you a drink when I find a place to stop.”
“Thirsty.” The whine cut through her brain like a buzz saw. “Thirsty now!”
“I know, baby darling. We’ll stop soon. How about we sing a song?” God, her head felt
like a soggy apple full of worms.
If she could be sure, absolutely sure, she’d die from it, she’d swerve into an oncoming
car and be done.
Instead, she started singing “The Wheels on the Bus.” And when he sang with her, she
was, for a moment, almost happy.
She’d put one of her pills in his drink, that’s what she’d do. He’d sleep—she’d given him
a portion of a pill before when she’d needed him to sleep. But she’d give him a whole one, and
wouldn’t he just drift away to heaven?
He could have a puppy, and friends to play with, and all the toys he wanted. Orange
soda pop by the gallon.
Little boys, even bratty ones, didn’t go to hell.
She pulled off the highway and hunted up a twenty-four-hour mart. She parked well
back from the lights where insects swarmed in clouds.
“You have to stay in the car. If you don’t, I can’t get you a drink. You stay in the car now,
you hear? Be quiet, be good, and I’ll get you some candy, too.”
“I want Skittles!”
“Then Skittles it’ll be.”
The lights inside were so bright they burned her eyes, but she got him an orange Fanta
and Skittles. She thought about sliding the candy into her purse, but she was too damn tired to
bother.
It left her with less than a dollar in change, but she wouldn’t need money where she was
going anyway.
As she crossed back to the car, she dug out a pill from the zipped pocket in her purse.
Thinking of puppies and toys and her baby darling giggling with the angels, she popped the tab
and slipped it into the can.
This was best for both of them.
He smiled at her—sweet, sweet smile—and bounced on the seat when she came back.
“I love you, baby darling.”
“I love you, Mommy. Did you get my Skittles? Did ya? Are we going on another
’venture?”
“Yeah, I got ’em, and yeah, you bet. The biggest adventure yet. And when we get there,
there’ll be angels and flowers and puppy dogs.”
“Can I have a puppy? Can I, can I, can I? I want a puppy now!”
“You can have all the puppies.”
She looked back at him as he slurped some of the drink through the straw she’d stuck in
the pop top. Her little towheaded man. He’d grown inside her, come out of her. She’d given up
everything for him.
No one in her life had ever loved her as he did.
And she’d ruined it.
Windows open to the hot, thick air, she drove, not back to the highway, but aimlessly.
Somewhere in Louisiana. Somewhere, but it didn’t matter. She drove, just drove with the
sweaty air blowing around her. Away from the strip malls, away from the lights.
He sang, but after a while his voice had that sleepy slur to it.
“Go to sleep now, baby darling. Just go to sleep now.”
He’d be better off, better off, wouldn’t he be better off?
Tears tracked down her cheeks as she took a pill for herself.
She’d find a place, a dark, quiet place. She’d down the rest of the pills, then climb in the
back with her baby boy. They’d go to heaven together.
God wouldn’t take her away from her baby darling or him from her. He’d go to heaven,
so she would, too. The God in Bible study had a long white beard, kind eyes. Light poured right
out of his fingertips.
That was the way to heaven.
And she saw a light instead of the dark. It seemed to shine above a small white church
sitting by itself on a little hill. Flowers bloomed around it, and grass grew neat and smooth.
She could smell it all through the open window.
Dazed, half dreaming, she stopped the car. This was heaven, or close enough. Close
enough for her baby darling.
She carried him to it like an offering to the kind-eyed God with his white beard, to the
angels with their spread wings and soft smiles.
He stirred as she laid him down by the door, whined for her.
“You sleep now, my baby darling. Just sleep.”
She stroked him awhile until he settled. He hadn’t had enough of the drink, she thought,
not enough to take him all the way to those angels and puppies. But maybe this was the best.
Close to heaven, under the light, with flowers all around.
She walked back to the car that smelled of candy and sweat. He’d spilled the drink, she
saw now, when he’d fallen asleep, and the Skittles were scattered over the back seat like
colorful confetti.
He was in God’s hands now.
She drove away, drove and drove with her mind floating on the drug. Happy now, no
pain. So light, so light. She sang to him, forgetting he no longer sat in the back seat.
Her head didn’t hurt now, and her hands didn’t want to shake. Not with the night wind
blowing over her face, through her hair. And the pill doing its magic.
Was she going to meet her friends? She couldn’t quite remember.
What classes did she have in the morning?
It didn’t matter, nothing mattered now.
When she saw the lake, and the moonlight on it, she sighed. There, of course. That’s
where she needed to go.
Like a baptism. A cleansing on the way to heaven.
Thrilled, she punched the gas and drove into the water. As the car started to sink, so
slowly, she smiled, and closed her eyes.
Now
Her name was Mary Kate Covino. She was twenty-five, an assistant marketing manager at
Dowell and Associates. She’d started there straight out of college, and had climbed a couple of
rungs since.
She liked her job.
She mostly liked her life, even though her jerk of a boyfriend had dumped her right
before the romantic getaway she’d planned—meticulously—like a campaign.
Yesterday? The day before? She couldn’t be sure. Everything blurred. It was June—June
something—2061.
She had a younger sister, Tara, a grad student at Carnegie Mellon. Tara was the smart
one. And an older brother, Carter, the clever one. He’d just gotten engaged to Rhonda.
She had a roommate, Cleo—like another sister—and they shared a two-bedroom
apartment on the Lower West Side.
She’d grown up in Queens, and though her parents had divorced when she’d been
eleven, they’d all been pretty civilized about it. Both her parents had remarried—no stepsibs—
but their second round was okay. Everybody stayed chill.
Her maternal grandparents—Gran and Pop—had given her a puppy for her sixth
birthday. Best present ever. Lulu lived a happy life until the age of fourteen when she’d just
gone to sleep and hadn’t woken up again.
She liked to dance, liked sappy, romantic vids, preferred sweet wines to dry, and had a
weakness for her paternal grandmother’s—Nonna’s—sugar cookies.
She reminded herself of all this and more—her first date, how she’d broken her ankle
skiing (first and last time)—every day. Multiple times a day.
It was essential she remember who she was, where she came from, and all the pieces of
her life.
Because sometimes everything got twisted and blurred and out of sync, and she started
to believe him.
She’d been afraid he’d rape her. But he never touched her that way. Never touched her
at all—not when she was awake.
She couldn’t remember how she’d gotten here. The void opened up after Teeg ditched
her, and all the shouting, and the bitching, her walking home from the bar, half-drunk,
unhappy. Berating herself for haunting the damn stupid bar he owned, putting in hours helping
out four, even five nights a damn stupid week.
For nothing but one of his killer smiles.
Then she’d woken up here, feeling sick, her head pounding. In the dark, chained up—
like something in a horror vid—in a dark room with a cot.
Then he’d come, the man, looking like someone’s pale and bookish uncle.
He turned on a single light so she saw it was a basement, windowless, with concrete
floors and walls of pargeted stone. He had sparkling blue eyes and snow-white hair.
He set a tray holding a bowl of soup, a cup of tea on the cot and just beamed at her.
“You’re awake. Are you feeling better, Mommy?”
An accent, a twangy southern one with a child’s cadence. She needed to remember
that, but in the moment, she’d known only panic.
She’d begged him to let her go, wept, pulled against the shackles on her right wrist, left
ankle.
He ignored her, simply went to a cupboard and took out clothes. He set them, neatly
folded, on the bed.
“I know you haven’t been feeling good, but I’m going to take care of you. Then you’ll
take care of me. That’s what mommies do. They take care of their little boys.”
While she wept, screamed, demanded to know what he wanted, begged him to let her
go, he just kept smiling with those sparkling eyes.
“I made you soup and tea, all by myself. You’ll feel better when you eat. I looked and
looked for you. Now here you are, and we can be together again. You can be a good mommy.”
Something came into those eyes that frightened her more than the dark, than the
shackles.
“You’re going to be a good mommy and take care of me the way you’re supposed to this
time. I made you soup, so you eat it! Or you’ll be sorry.”
Terrified, she eased down on the cot, picked up the spoon. It was lukewarm and bland,
but it soothed her raw throat.
“You’re supposed to say thank you! You have to tell me I’m a good boy!”
“Thank you. I—I don’t know your name.”
She thought he’d kill her then. His face turned red, his eyes wild. His fisted hands
pounded together.
“I’m your baby darling. Say it! Say it!”
“Baby darling. I’m sorry, I don’t feel well. I’m scared.”
“I was scared when you locked me in a room so you could do ugly things with men. I was
scared when you gave me things to make me sleep so you could do them. I was scared when I
woke up sick and you weren’t there, and it was dark and I cried and cried.”
“That wasn’t me. Please, that wasn’t me. I—you’re older than me, so I can’t be your
mother. I didn’t—”
“You go to hell for lying! To hell with the devil and the fire. You eat your soup and drink
your tea or maybe I’ll leave you all alone here like you left me.”
She spooned up soup. “It’s really good. You did a good job.”
Like a light switch, he beamed. “All by myself.”
“Thanks. Ah, there’s no one here to help you?”
“You’re here now, Mommy. I waited a long, long time. People were mean to me, and I
cried for you, but you didn’t come.”
“I’m sorry. I . . . I couldn’t find you. How did you find me?”
“I found three. Three’s lucky, and one will be right. I’m tired now. It’s my bedtime. When
you’re all better, you’ll tuck me into bed like you should have before. And read me a story. And
we’ll sing songs.”
He started toward the door. “The wheels on the bus go round and round.” He looked
back at her, the face of a man easily sixty singing in the voice of a child. “Good night, Mommy.”
That fierceness came back into his eyes. “Say good night, baby darling!”
“Good night, baby darling.”
He closed the door behind him. She heard locks snap into place.
She heard other things in the timeless void of that windowless room. Voices, screaming,
crying. Sometimes she thought the voices were her own, the screams her own, and sometimes
she knew they weren’t.
But when she called out, no one came.
Once she thought she heard banging on the wall across the room, but she was so tired.
She knew he put drugs in the food, but when she didn’t eat, he turned off all the lights
and left her in the dark until she did.
Sometimes he didn’t speak with the child’s voice, the accent, but with a man’s. So
reasonable, so definite.
One night, he didn’t come at all, not with food, not to demand she change her clothes.
She had three outfits to rotate. He didn’t come to sit and smile that terrifying smile and ask for
a song or a story.
She’d die here, slowly starving to death, alone, chained, trapped, because he’d
forgotten her, or gotten hit by a car.
But no, no, someone had to be looking for her. She had friends and family. Someone
was looking for her.
Her name was Mary Kate Covino. She was twenty-five.
As she went through her daily litany, she heard shouting—him. His voice high-pitched,
like the bratty child he became when upset or angry. Then another voice . . . No, she realized,
still his, but his man’s voice. A coldly angry man’s voice.
And the weeping, the begging. That was female.
She couldn’t make out the words, just the sounds of anger and desperation.
She dragged herself over to the wall, pressed against it, hoping to hear. Or be heard.
“Please help me. Help me. Help me. I’m here. I’m Mary Kate, and I’m here.”
Someone screamed. Something crashed. Then everything went quiet.
She beat her fists bloody on the wall, shouted for someone to help.
The door to her prison burst open. He stood there, eyes wild and mad, his face and
clothes splattered with blood. And blood still dripping from the knife in his hand.
“Shut up!” He took a step toward her. “You shut the fuck up!” And another.
She didn’t know where it came from, but she shouted out: “Baby darling!” And he
stopped. “I heard terrible sounds, and I thought someone was hurting you. I couldn’t get to you,
baby darling. I couldn’t protect you. Someone hurt my baby darling.”
“She lied!”
“Who lied, baby darling?”
“She pretended to be Mommy, but she wasn’t. She called me names and tried to hurt
me. She slapped my face! But I hurt her. You go to hell when you lie, so she’s gone to hell.”
He’d killed someone, someone like her. Killed someone with the knife, and would kill
her next.
Through the wild fear came a cold, hard will. One to survive.
“Oh, my poor baby darling. Can you take these . . . bracelets off so I can take care of
you?”
Some of the mad fury seemed to die out of his eyes. But a kind of shrewdness replaced
it. “She lied, and she’s in hell. Remember what happens when you lie. Now you have to be
quiet. Number one’s in hell, so number two can clean up the mess. Mommy cleans up messes.
Maybe you’ll be lucky number three. But if you’re not quiet, if you make my head hurt, you’ll be
unlucky.”
“I could clean up for you.”
“It’s not your turn!”
He stomped out, and for the first time didn’t shut and lock the door. Mary Kate shuffled
over as close as she could. She couldn’t reach the door, but at last she could see out of it.
A kind of corridor—stone walls, concrete floor—harshly lit. And another door almost
directly across from hers. Bolted from the outside.
Number two? Another woman, another prisoner. She started to call out, but heard him
coming back.
Survive, she reminded herself, and went back to the cot, sat.
He didn’t have the knife now, but a tall cup. Some sort of protein shake, she thought.
He’d pushed one on her before. Drugged. More drugs.
“Baby darling—”
“I don’t have time now. She ruined everything. You drink this because it has nutrition.”
“Why don’t I make you something to eat? You must be hungry.”
He looked at her, and she thought he seemed almost sane again. And when he spoke,
his voice sounded calm and easy. “You’re not ready.” When he stroked a hand over her hair,
she fought not to shudder.
“Not nearly. But I think you will be. I hope so.”
She felt the quick pinch of the pressure syringe.
“I don’t have time. You can drink this when you wake up. You have to be healthy. Lie
down and go to sleep. I’m going to be very busy.”
She started to fade when he walked to the door. And heard the bolt snap home when
she melted down on the cot.
* * *
He had a plan. He always had a plan. And he had the tools.
With meticulous stitches—he was a meticulous man—he sewed the neck wound on the
fraud. Over the wound he fastened a wide black velvet ribbon.
It looked, to his eye, rather fetching.
He’d already cut her hair before bringing her—with so much hope!—to this stage. Now
he brushed it, used some of the product to style it properly.
He’d washed her, very carefully, so not a drop of blood remained, before he’d chosen
the outfit.
While he worked, he had one of Mommy’s songs playing.
“I’m coming up,” he sang along with Pink, “so you better get this party started.”
Once he had her dressed, he started on her makeup. He’d always loved watching her
apply it. All the paints and powders and brushes.
He painted her nails—fingers and toes—a bright, happy blue. Her favorite color. He
added the big hoop earrings, and he’d already added the other piercings, so fit studs into the
second hole and the cartilage of her left ear.
And the little silver bar in her navel.
She’d liked shoes with high, high heels and pointy toes, even though she mostly wore
tennis shoes. But he remembered how she’d looked at the high ones in store windows, and
sometimes they went in so she could try them on.
Just pretending, baby darling, she’d told him. Just playing dress-up.
So he slipped her feet into ones she’d have wished for. A little tight, but it didn’t matter.
And as a final tribute, spritzed her body with Party Girl, her favorite scent.
When he was done, when he’d done his very best, he took a picture of her. He’d frame
it, keep it to remind him.
“You’re not Mommy, but I wanted you to be. You shouldn’t have lied, so you have to
leave. If you hadn’t, we could’ve been happy.”
Number two and number three were sleeping. He hoped number two had learned a
lesson—you had to learn your lessons—when he’d made her clean up the mess.
Tomorrow, he’d cut her hair the right way and give her the tattoo and the piercings. And
she’d see all she had to do was be a good mommy, and stay with him always, take care of him
always.
And they’d be happy forever.
But the Fake Mommy had to leave.
He rolled her out on the gurney—a man with a plan—out through the door and into the
garage. After opening the cargo doors, he rolled her—with some effort—up the ramp into the
van.
He secured the gurney—couldn’t have it rolling around!—then got behind the wheel.
Though it was disappointing, he’d known he would probably go through more than one before
finding the right one, so he already knew where to take her.
He drove carefully out of the garage and waited until they doors rumbled down closed
behind him.
It had to be far enough away from the home he and Mommy would make so the police
didn’t come knocking to ask questions. But not so far away he had to take too much time
getting there.
Accidents happened.
It had to be quiet, with no one to see. Even at this time of night in New York, you had to
know where to find quiet. So the little playground seemed perfect.
Children didn’t play at three in the morning. No, they did not! Even if they had to sleep
in the car because the mean landlord kicked them out, they didn’t play so late.
He parked as close as he could, and worked quickly. He wore black, coveralls and
booties over his shoes. A cap that covered his hair. He’d sealed his hands, but wore gloves, too.
Nothing showed. Nothing at all.
He rolled the gurney right up to the bench where good mommies would watch their
children play in the sunshine.
He laid her on it like she was sleeping, and put the sign he’d made with construction
paper and black crayon over her folded hands.
It said what she was.
BAD MOMMY
He went back to the van and drove away. Drove back and into the garage, into the
house.
He had the house because she’d left him. He had the house because she’d given him the
deed and the keys and the codes and everything.
But he didn’t want everything. He only wanted one thing.
His mommy.
In the quiet house he changed into his pajamas. He washed his hands and face and
brushed his teeth like a good boy.
In the glow of the night light, he climbed into bed.
He fell asleep with a smile on his face and dreamed the dreams of the young and
innocent

 

 

 

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Faithless in Death by J.D. Robb – a Review

Faithless in Death by J.D. Robb – a Review

 

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The scene in the West Village studio appears to be classic crime-of-passion: two wineglasses by the bed, music playing, and a young sculptor named Ariel Byrd with the back of her head bashed in. But when Dallas tracks down the wealthy Upper East Side woman who called 911, the details don’t add up. Gwen Huffman is wealthy, elegant, comforted by her handsome fiancé as she sheds tears over the trauma of finding the body–but why did it take an hour to report it? And why is she lying about little things?

As Eve and her team look into Gwen, her past, and the people around her, they find that the lies are about more than murder. As with sculpture, they need to chip away at the layers of deception to find the shape within–and soon they’re getting the FBI involved in a case that involves a sinister, fanatical group and a stunning criminal conspiracy.

 

 

 

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Faithless in Death by J.D. Robb is the 52nd book in her wonderful In Death (Eve Dallas) series. I am a huge fan of this series, having read every single book, as well as all the novellas; not to mention how much I love Eve and Roarke, the best literary couple ever. I noted in the last In Death Book (Shadows in Death) that J.D. Robb created a masterpiece. Well, I am happy to say that Faithless in Death was different, but equally as great, as this is another masterpiece. I marvel at how Robb can continue to give us fascinating stories 52 books later. Bravo to J.D. Robb/Nora Roberts.

Eve is called to the scene of a murder of a woman, who was bashed on the head, in what looked like a possible crime of passion.  Eve and Peabody visit the person who discovered the victim and called 911. Immediately both Eve and Peabody question the woman, who not only found the victim murdered, but ran away and called the police a few hours later; she claims she had to get control of herself due to the trauma.  However, they know the woman is lying or trying to protect someone.

Upon further investigation, with Peabody and Roarke, they discover that the woman, Gwen belongs to a huge powerful fanatical cult, involving terrible criminal acts, such as kidnapping, possible murder, political and other contacts that do their bidding, prejudice against gays, and separation of races; not to mention all the money they gather along the way.  After interviewing members of the cult, as well as some victims, Eve knows this is not just a murder anymore, as it is becoming an all-out war to stop this horrific cult; she starts calling in the FBI and other agencies/departments.

What follows is an amazing, intense, exciting, non-stop, action-filled race to find the murderer, as well as stop and destroy the cult, especially with women and children all being held almost like slaves.    What I loved was how all the members of Eve’s police team, were determined to help bring down this cult.   Over time, Eve has built such a fantastic team and their loyalty was awesome. 

In between all the tense excitement, I loved certain parts that lighten things, such as Mavis, Leonardo and Bella showed off their new home (which needs a lot of work), and will also have an apartment addition being offered to Peabody and McNab.  I loved how all of these secondary characters we have come to love, are so close and loyal to Eve and to each other.  We also got some quality time with Nadine, and I loved that too.  This series started with Eve all alone (she did have Feeney), coming from a tragic childhood, meeting Roarke, and now years later (or shall I say 52 books later), she has an abundance of friends who play a large part of her life. Even her police team are great, and totally loyal to their queen. This is another plus that we get to see all these wonderful recurring characters.

The last 1/2 of the book was wild, intense, and mindboggling, with the entire team, Roarke, Reo, Mira, including the Commissioner, and the FBI and other agencies work together to bring down the Natural Order group.  Faithless in Death was so very well written by Robb, and to tell too much more would ruin things, and this is one book you do not want to miss a thing.  This was very exciting, tense, intriguing, nonstop action from start to finish, with never a dull moment.  J.D. Robb once again gives us another masterpiece to this wonderful series, which I hope keeps on rolling for many years to come.  I thought that Faithless in Death was another great book, which certifies that J.D. Robb will continue to give us many more Eve and Roarke books.    

Reviewed by Barb

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Vendetta in Death by J.D. Robb – a Review

Vendetta in Death by J.D. Robb – a Review

 

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The predator becomes the prey in the newest thriller in the #1 New York Times bestselling series featuring homicide detective Eve Dallas.

She calls herself Lady Justice. And once she has chosen a man as her target, she turns herself into a tall blonde or a curvaceous redhead, makes herself as alluring and seductive as possible to them. Once they are in her grasp, they are powerless.

The first victim is wealthy businessman Nigel McEnroy. His company’s human resources department has already paid out settlements to a couple of his young victims—but they don’t know that his crimes go far beyond workplace harassment. Lady Justice knows. And in one shocking night of brutality, she makes him pay a much steeper price.

Now Eve Dallas and her husband, Roarke, are combing through the evidence of McEnroy’s secret life. His compulsive need to record his misdeeds provides them with a wide range of suspects, but the true identity of Lady Justice remains elusive. It’s a challenging case, made even more difficult by McEnroy’s widow, who reacts to the investigation with fury, denial, and threats. Meanwhile, Lady Justice’s criminal crusade is escalating rapidly, and if Eve can’t stop this vigilante, there’s no telling how much blood may be spilled…

 

 

Review:

Vendetta in Death by J.D. Robb is the 49th book in her wonderful In Death series.  I am a huge fan of this series, with our fantastic heroine Eve Dallas, and her awesome sexy husband, Roarke.  Forty Nine books later, not to mention novellas, I still cannot get enough of Eve and Roarke.

Vendetta in Death was an intense and exciting story, with a violent murderer called Lady Justice.  Eve is dispatched to the scene of a horribly mutilated body, and from there, she, Roarke and Peabody become enmeshed into a case that is not only violent, but also emotional, as the victims are not nice men.

The first victim, Nigel McEnroy was a wealthy respected businessman, who was devoted to his family; but behind the scenes he was a dark and evil man, who preyed on women, either women he hired for his company, or those he picked up in bars. Nigel would drug the women, and rape them, then he would blackmail them to keep it quiet.  The second victim left his wife for a younger woman, and stole the business from under her.  The third victim brutally beat his wife into submission, and though now divorced, she still felt threatened by him.  Most of these women belong to a private support group that enabled them to share amongst themselves their stories and get past the trauma they suffered.  Lady Justice was part of this group, taking it upon herself to secretly take vengeance against the men who tortured these women, by torturing, mutilating and murdering them.

Eve and Peabody begin their investigation by finding the names of the women in the support group, and to interview all of them.  Half way through, we can guess who the murderer is, but Eve needs to find proof, and time is of essence as now there are three murders, and another one may be near.  What follows is an exciting, intense and thrilling story line that will keep us glued to our seats, unable to put the book down.  It many ways this was a different type of story, with the evil men deserving justice, but not at this horribly violent manner.  Eve having spent many years coming to terms with her abusive childhood, does not allow herself to be sympathetic, despite the evil men. Eve always stands for the dead; she is determined to stop this murderer.

Again, I have to say I just love the relationship between Eve and Roarke, and in this book it was even better; they are so great together, with their love and banter…… the best literary couple ever.  I also love Peabody, who has come a long way to not only be the perfect partner, but also stepping up more.  It is always great to spend time with the fabulous recurring secondary characters in this series; Peabody, Nadine, Mavis, McNab, Baxter, Feeney, Trueheart and Morris.

Vendetta in Death was very exciting, emotional, as well as tense and even dark, but it was a fantastic read.  From start to finish, there was never a dull moment.  J.D. Robb once again gives us a fantastic addition to this wonderful series, which I hope keeps on rolling for many years to come.  This was so well written by Robb, and if you have not started this series…..What are you waiting for?

Reviewed by Barb

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Echoes in Death by J.D. Robb – a Review

Echoes in Death by J.D. Robb – a Review

 

Echoes in Death
In Death series – Book #44
by J.D. Robb
Release Date: February 7, 2017

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As NY Lt. Eve Dallas and her billionaire husband Roarke are driving home, a young woman—dazed, naked, and bloody—suddenly stumbles out in front of their car. Roarke slams on the brakes and Eve springs into action.

Daphne Strazza is rushed to the ER, but it’s too late for her husband Dr. Anthony Strazza. A brilliant orthopedic surgeon, he now lies dead amid the wreckage of his obsessively organized town house, his three safes opened and emptied. Daphne would be a valuable witness, but in her terror and shock the only description of the perp she can offer is repeatedly calling him “the devil”…

While it emerges that Dr. Strazza was cold, controlling, and widely disliked, this is one case where the evidence doesn’t point to the spouse. So Eve and her team must get started on the legwork, interviewing everyone from dinner-party guests to professional colleagues to caterers, in a desperate race to answer some crucial questions:

What does the devil look like? And where will he show up next?

 

Review:

Echoes in Death by J.D. Robb is the 44th book in her fantastic In Death series.  I am an In-Death fanatic, having read every single book and novella in this series.  I have never been disappointed, each and everytime; which proves what a great author J.D. Robb (aka Nora Roberts) is that she can keep us anxiously waiting for our next Eve Dallas fix.  As I have said before, Eve and Roarke are the best couple in the literary world and Robb/Roberts does this amazingly so well, without all the erotic sexual scenes, which seems to become the norm in romance.   The story is always on the forefront, and we still get our romance and deep love from this wonderful couple.  Ok, I guess I need to stop gushing.  Let’s discuss Echoes in Death.

Echoes in Death starts at 2am with Eve & Roarke on their way home from attending another gala that Eve so hates and she can’t wait to take off her shoes. But fate steps in, as it usually does with Eve, when they see a naked woman walking in front of their car on the icy streets; the woman is in shock, and is bloodied.  They rush her to the hospital, and when Eve tries to talk to her, the woman, Daphne Strazza, mutters about being attacked by the devil.  The doctors tell Eve that Daphne has been brutally beaten, raped multiple times, and is now totally traumatized.

Eve goes to the Strazza home with Roarke to look for Daphne’s husband, Doctor Anthony Strazza, whom they find dead.  The house was in shambles, with blood everywhere.  Once the house is secured, Peabody and McNab are called to help with the  investigation at the murder scene.  Eve surmises early on that with Daphne’s constant muttering of the Devil, it means that someone was dressed to look like that.

At the headquarters, the team will investigate any like types of crimes, and discover similarities in recent cases  that matched the same type of home invasion crimes of a  husband and wife, with various getups such as Dracula or a Ghoul.  This was the start of a fantastic story that will also hit close to home for Eve, as further investigation shows that Dr. Strazza abused his wife, bringing forward her own memories from her father’s abuse as a child. 

When the team begins to put pieces together to find a pattern, another murder of a husband and wife occurs, showing that the murderer is upping his game.  What follows is an exciting, tense race to find the killer before he strikes again.

Make no mistake, when you read an In- Death book the murders and murderer (‘s) are very violent. Our Eve is a hard as nails, tough murder cop, who will do anything it takes to bring the murderer to justice.  In between the tension of the case, there are always so many things that release the tension and make you love this series even more.   The secondary characters in this series are the best anywhere; such as Peabody, Mira, McNab, Summerset, Galahad, Baxter, Trueheart, and the entire police team that have become part of each new book.  Of course, Eve and Roarke are the main characters, but the others working with them make this a joy to read each and every time.  I love the banter between them, especially Peabody or Roarke with Eve.  I also adore her cat Galahad.  Over the years, this has become a wonderful ensemble to support Eve, and we didn’t even see Nadine or Mavis in this book. To tell too much more would be spoilers.

J.D. Robb once again gives us another fantastic edge of your seat thriller that was non-stop action, from start to finish.  The last quarter of the book, as Eve sets a trap for the murderer was sensational, and there were also some surprises.  I tried to read this book a little slower so that I can savior every moment, but I find it hard to do, since I want to know what happens.  So I end up the next day, going back and rereading a large majority of it. I will never have enough of this series; Eve and Roarke; and the entire In-Death team.   

Reviewed by Barb

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