Don't let that 'Packing Heat' fool you, this so-called 'sensual' RS is as sensual as stale bread (all the loving happened in the past, the bit this book has left out)and flatter than the flattest pancake.No nuance,no sense of story telling, no nothing. And as if the lifeless writing style was not enough, the stale rejoinders disguising as witty banter finished me off.
The writer takes interesting themes (boyfriend killing parents in a car accident, brother paralised, a sister's loyalties tested, etc.) and buldozes over them with her unique knack for trivialising even the most serious of difficulties. Giga-boredom is the true title of this book.
I should also add that the story lacks even the most basic understanding of human behaviour and psychology: you simply don't see your brother's head shot to pieces and in less than 2 hours turn into playful lover boy with your ex. SIMPLY NOT DONE (unless you're clueless beyond belief as a writer, or simply a hero who hated his brother -not the case here). What is bizarre about the whole affair is that the writer boasts about her research into guns (and thanks the guy who had to answer her questions), yet she did not feel she should make the slightest effort into building some convincing story with characters acting, to some degree, believably. She also showed no skill in handling even the simplest elements of story telling (eg, you simply don't have your heroine return -and while a killer is after her and her ex-to her home where a sheriff (and supposed boyfriend) has been shot dead, where the police is still looking for clues, and when an investigation just got off the ground, and that only TWO days after the murders!!! The fact that the clues point to the heroine never bothered this writer (she probably thought we will be so overwhelmed by this stale couple's non-existent passion -stated but never shown- that we'll forget the heroine should have been a person of interest for even the most incompetent police department). At every turn of the page I wanted to scream, in American fashion, 'hello, anybody there?').
As I subjected myself to this terminally dull book,where everything feels and reads wrong, I started feeling sorry for the two MC, they cried out for some skillful writing hand to bring them to life and give them dimensions. They deserved a book that could do angst, pain, suspense, love and sex, and instead they got this toneless mess. My advice to readers of RS (who are not friends and family of the writer and bombard GR with five stars), save yourselves time and money and give this one a wide berth.