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In Death #26-29
Strangers in Death / Salvation in Death / Promises in Death / Kindred in Death
In a New York City of the near future, the streets are as tough as ever—and so are the cops. Especially Eve Dallas, the homicide detective who has made a name for herself solving the most challenging cases, including those in this collection of books 26-29 in the #1 New York Times bestselling In Death series...STRANGERS IN DEATHSALVATION IN DEATHPROMISES IN DEATHKINDRED IN DEATH
1037 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 25, 2011
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J.D. Robb
177 books35.3k followersJ.D. Robb is the author of the #1 New York Times bestselling In Death series and the pseudonym for #1 New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts. The futuristic suspense series stars Eve Dallas, a New York City police lieutenant with a dark past. Initially conceived as a trilogy, readers clamored for more of Eve and the mysterious Roarke. Stolen in Death (St. Martin's Press, February 2026) will be the 62nd entry in the series.
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December 1, 2016
Reading a 40+ series all at once, in hindsight, was a pretty stupid idea. So I'm taking a break and will read the rest of the series for free via the library.
Unlike the previous collections this one only has four titles (the next only three), which may be part of why I'm stopping too so I'd like to thank whoever created the collections from saving me from myself.
Maybe it was fatigued, by I just hated Strangers in Death, couldn't stand the villain, or the waste of a cool idea for murder, sprinkle in some unrequited gay love and I just ended up reading chapters out of order and skimming a lot, which turned out to be a good thing otherwise I would've missed out on the Charles & Louise moments, and I did really like learning about the victim.
Salvation in Death was better, much much better. It was interesting to find my feelings toward the victim change the more I learned about him. The conversation mentioned about whether intent or just actions made someone good was an interesting thought and I believe was answered through the story. Plus a new character was introduced that I just really liked and hope to see again.
Promises in Death was sad, as a lover of side pairings having one ripped apart before it began was painful, but I did like seeing more of a side character I really liked and the droid kitty was adorable. I like this thing Robb is doing where Eve dreams about the victim, here she has some nice conversations with said victim and going forward I'd like to see more of that as apposed to the nightmares about her father.
Kindred in Death was tough. Too tough, which is crazy because the earlier books in the series were almost always rape murders, but then Robb started branching out and it was great to get away from that all the time, but here we go back and it was a very clear brutal rape that lasted a very long time. I just couldn't do it (probably another reason to take a break from the series) so I skipped to the last few chapters and just read them.
Hopefully I didn't miss anything important, but even if I did I'm not going back. Not with this story.
Over all this series has some really good things going with it, there are some issues (like the continuity, and Eve always making everything about her because she cares and needing to be reassured every book by Roarke and or Mira that she isn't a horrible person (I get why, I do, but reading it all at once just takes away from the story and even from the victim, at least for me.) Sometimes I want to tell Eve to stop trying to connect each case to her or Roarke but maybe she just can't.) but not enough to really to turn me off the series even 29 books in.
So props to JD Robb for creating such a long ongoing series and still finding ways to make things interesting.
Unlike the previous collections this one only has four titles (the next only three), which may be part of why I'm stopping too so I'd like to thank whoever created the collections from saving me from myself.
Maybe it was fatigued, by I just hated Strangers in Death, couldn't stand the villain, or the waste of a cool idea for murder, sprinkle in some unrequited gay love and I just ended up reading chapters out of order and skimming a lot, which turned out to be a good thing otherwise I would've missed out on the Charles & Louise moments, and I did really like learning about the victim.
Salvation in Death was better, much much better. It was interesting to find my feelings toward the victim change the more I learned about him. The conversation mentioned about whether intent or just actions made someone good was an interesting thought and I believe was answered through the story. Plus a new character was introduced that I just really liked and hope to see again.
Promises in Death was sad, as a lover of side pairings having one ripped apart before it began was painful, but I did like seeing more of a side character I really liked and the droid kitty was adorable. I like this thing Robb is doing where Eve dreams about the victim, here she has some nice conversations with said victim and going forward I'd like to see more of that as apposed to the nightmares about her father.
Kindred in Death was tough. Too tough, which is crazy because the earlier books in the series were almost always rape murders, but then Robb started branching out and it was great to get away from that all the time, but here we go back and it was a very clear brutal rape that lasted a very long time. I just couldn't do it (probably another reason to take a break from the series) so I skipped to the last few chapters and just read them.
Hopefully I didn't miss anything important, but even if I did I'm not going back. Not with this story.
Over all this series has some really good things going with it, there are some issues (like the continuity, and Eve always making everything about her because she cares and needing to be reassured every book by Roarke and or Mira that she isn't a horrible person (I get why, I do, but reading it all at once just takes away from the story and even from the victim, at least for me.) Sometimes I want to tell Eve to stop trying to connect each case to her or Roarke but maybe she just can't.) but not enough to really to turn me off the series even 29 books in.
So props to JD Robb for creating such a long ongoing series and still finding ways to make things interesting.
May 19, 2013
Loved it!
March 18, 2022
Strangers in Death:
If memory serves, I think the wife killed her husband in this one. I think… she figures out how to be in two places at once? No, it’s more calculated than that.
As she’d noticed something else, she lifted the duvet from where it pooled at Anders’s waist. Under it, three neon (possibly glow-in-the-dark) cock rings rode on an impressive erection.
“Not bad for a dead man.”
“No scratches, no bruises, no apparent trauma other than the throat. And…” She lifted the duvet again.
Peabody’s dark brown eyes popped. “Wowzer!”
Aw, I love these simple moments between Eve and Roarke.
She carted the dishes, stacked them in the little washer in her office kitchen, then turned and found him studying her.
“What?”
“Awfully domestic, isn’t it? A moment. Dish duty, coffee fetching, the two of us in the kitchen after a meal.”
Eve glanced down to where Galahad was sniffing his bowl, obviously hoping for seconds. “That would be the three of us.”
“Ah yes. Our little family.” Reaching out, he brushed the tips of her choppy hair. “A nice settled moment between the business of the day and the puzzle of the evening. It occurs to me these are moments I live for.”
Her heart simply melted. “I always wonder why they’re enough for you.”
He laid his lips on hers, soft, sweet. “You shouldn’t.”
“I was going straight up to work. Got big, fat, sticky piles of it, so I was going straight up to work. Then the gargoyle said you were down here. I thought maybe I’d take fifteen minutes for a swim, loosen up.”
“Well, we sure as Christ loosened up.”
“Then I saw you knifing through the water. All wet and ripply and…you.” She tilted her head back to look at him. “I saw you, and that’s all it took. Sometimes I can’t breathe, I love you so much.”
“Eve.” Emotion deepened his eyes as he kissed her, very sweetly, then he just rested his brow against hers.
“I keep thinking, well, this’ll settle down. It’s bound to level off and settle down. But it doesn’t. Even when things are just going smooth and we’re just…living, I can look at you, and I’ve got no breath left.”
“Every minute with you, I’m alive. I never knew before there were pieces of me unborn, just waiting for you. I’m alive with you, Eve.”
She sighed, touched his cheek. “We’d better get out of here. We’re getting mush all over the pool.”
I love how Tibble and Whitney deal with Dallas.
A lean man, he favored good suits, and—as she recalled—a good Scotch. Like Whitney, he’d come up through the ranks, and though he was now—essentially—a politician, the office hadn’t shoved the cop out of him. “My reason for asking is somewhat personal.”
“Did you know Mr. Anders, sir?”
“No, I didn’t. My wife, however, is acquainted with his widow.”
Eve thought: Crap.
“They’ve served on several committees together. In any case, when my wife contacted Mrs. Anders to offer her condolences, Mrs. Anders expressed considerable concern over how the current media tone will affect not only her late husband’s reputation, the business, but the charitable programs associated with Anders Worldwide. I’m in the position of asking you to assist in damping down the media.”
“With all respect, Chief Tibble, how do you propose I do that? It’s not Code Blue, and if it was termed such at this point, if we instigated a media blackout now, it would only feed the beast.”
“I agree. Is there any area of your investigation at this point that would give them a different bone to gnaw on?”
“I believe the circumstances under which the victim was found was a setup. But if I toss that bone out, I would jeopardize the investigation, and alert the suspect to the line I’m pursuing.”
“You have a suspect?”
“I do. The widow.”
Tibble let out a sigh, tipped back his head and looked at the ceiling. “Hell. How—” He cut himself off. “Sorry, Jack, this is your area.”
I forgot about this, the kid from December who sold Eve the “cashmere” scarf at the body of the jumper on Broadway, who now shows up in the bullpen looking for her with a tip. Kid’s freaking adorable (loc 1758)
Didn’t remember this is the book where Charles retires from being an LC, he’s going to be a sex therapist, he buys a lovely brownstone, and proposes to Louise. ❤️
I think one of the things I love best about this book is how beautifully Eve annihilates Ava in interview. It’s certainly one of her best.
Salvation in Death:
I remember this book. I think this is where the priest who is murdered isn’t really a priest, he stole the identity to get away from people who were looking for him. Maybe? My favorite part/person in this book is Father López, who Eve recommends Morris spend time with in the next book after Detective Coltraine is murdered.
“Later, the priest came back to see me. The real one. López. There’s something about him.”
“Suspicious?”
“No, no. Interesting. Kind of . . . compelling. He . . .” It struck her, shot out of far left and beaned her with insight. “He reminds me of you.”
If she’d fielded the ball and winged it straight into his face, he’d have been no less shocked. “Me?”
“He knows exactly who and what he is, and accepts it. He’s tough and he gets your measure pretty damn quick. Lino slipped by him, and that’s in his craw. He takes responsibility, and he blurred the lines to do what he saw was right.”
I don’t comment much, or ever, on Eve and Roarke’s sex scenes. There are some memorable ones and I have to say this instance in their drive, in the front seat of her police issue vehicle, ranks up there. (loc 8914)
Yep, I totally adored Father López
“I don’t expect you to understand, either of you.” He lifted his hands from his knees, palms up. Lowered them again. “You’re women of the world. Of the law. This person came to me to unburden their soul, their heart, their conscience, of this mortal sin.”
“And you absolved them? Good deal for them.”
“No, I did not. Cannot absolve them. I can’t unburden them, Lieutenant. I counseled, I instructed, I urged this person to go to you, to confess to you. Until this is done, there can be no forgiveness, no absolution. They will live with this sin, and die with it unless they repent it. I can’t do anything for you, for them. I can’t do anything.”
“Did this individual know Lino Martinez?”
“I can’t answer you.”
“Is this person a member of your church?”
“I can’t answer you.” He pressed his fingers to his eyes. “It makes me ill, but I can’t answer.”
“I could put you in a cage. You’d get out. Your church will campaign, send their lawyers, but you’d do time first while we’re fighting it out.”
“And still, I can’t answer. If I tell you, I’ll have broken my vows, betrayed them. I’ll be excommunicated. There are all kinds of cages, Lieutenant Dallas. Do you think I want this?” he demanded, with the first hint of heat. “To block your justice? I believe in your justice. I believe in the order of it as much as you. Do you think I want to stand by, knowing I can’t reach a wounded, angry soul? That my counsel may have turned it away instead of bringing it to God?”
I love that Ariel and Erik stop by and Ariel did bake Eve the badass cake she promised her when Eve saved her from the Groom.
An edible New York spread out, with its streets, its buildings, its rivers and parks, the tunnels, the bridges. Rapid cabs, maxibuses, jet-bikes, scooters, delivery vans, and other vehicles crammed those streets. People jammed sidewalks and glides. Shop windows held tiny, glittery displays, and glide-cart vendors served soy dogs and veggie hash. She actually expected, for just a moment, to see it move, to hear it.
“Holy shit.”
“That’s a good holy shit, right?” Ariel asked.
“That’s a kick-my-ass-and-call-me-Sally holy shit. There’s an illegals deal going down off Jane Street,” Eve murmured, “and this guy’s getting mugged in Central Park.”
“Well, it happens.”
Stunned, Eve crouched down to stare at the image of herself Ariel had created. She stood on a slim tower, over the city. She wore her long, black coat, caught in mid-billow and boots even she could see were scuffed at the toe. In one hand she held her badge—right down to her rank and badge number, and in the other her weapon.
This is another excellent conclusion and hardcore interview grilling!
Promises in Death:
I love this book and I hate it. I love how much closer Eve and Morris become, but hate the pain he goes through.
Eve circled the body, crouched. Something set off a low alarm in her brain, a kind of sick dread in her gut. She lifted the curtain of hair.
For an instant, one sharp instant, everything in her went cold. “Goddamn it. Goddamn it. She’s one of us.”
The cop who’d stayed with her stepped forward. “She’s a cop?”
“Yeah. Coltraine, Amaryllis. Run it, run it now. Get me an address. Detective Coltraine. Son of a bitch.”
Morris, she thought. Oh, fucking hell.
“It’s Coltraine, Peabody.”
“Who?” Peabody walked over, looked down, and all the rosy color drained out of her cheeks. “Oh my God. Oh God. It’s Morris’s . . . Oh. No.”
“She isn’t wearing her weapon. It may be the murder weapon. If it’s here, we have to find it.”
“Dallas.” Tears swam in Peabody’s eyes.
Eve understood them, felt them in her own throat.
See why this book upsets me so damn much? I love Morris!
He took her hand. “Who’s dead? It’s one of us.” His fingers tightened on hers. “Peabody—”
“No. Peabody’s . . . no.” Only making it worse, she thought. “Morris, it’s Detective Coltraine.”
She could see by his face he didn’t understand, he didn’t connect his question with her answer. She did the only thing she could do. She plunged the knife in his heart. “She was killed last night. She’s dead, Morris. She’s gone. I’m sorry.”
He released her hand, stepped back from her. As if, she knew, breaking contact would stop it. Just stop it all. “Ammy? You’re talking about Amaryllis?”
“There’s a place inside, when you’re connected to cops—as friends, as lovers, even as associates—that knows the risk of that connection, of involvement. I’ve worked on enough dead cops to know those risks. But you have to put it aside, lock it away, because you have to keep that connection. It’s what you do, who you are. But you know, you always know, and still when it happens, it seems impossible.
“Who knows death better than I? Than we,” he said, turning now. “And yet, it seems impossible. She was so alive. And now she isn’t.”
“Someone took the life from her. I’ll find them.”
He nodded again, managed to get to the couch, sink down. “I was falling in love with her. I felt it happening—that long, slow drop. We wanted to take it slow, enjoy it. We were still discovering each other. Still at the stage where when she walked into the room, or I heard her voice, smelled her skin, everything inside me sang.”
He dropped his head into his hands.
Comfort wasn’t her finest skill. Peabody, Eve thought, would have the right words, the right tone. All she could do was follow instinct. She moved to the couch, sat beside him.
“Tell me what to do for you, and I’ll do it. Tell me what you need, and I’ll get it. Li—”
Maybe it was the use of his first name, something she never used, but he turned to her. When he turned, she held him. He didn’t break, not yet, but kept his cheek pressed to hers.
I’m remembering bits and pieces here…Coltraine was involved with a man, maybe on the wrong side of the law back in Atlanta, and she was killed for something to do with him. But, it also ties in to Roarke’s dad, and maybe Eve’s too, from a thing in Atlanta back in the day. I think. Max Ricker’s son, Alex, is who she was involved with in Atlanta. Oh boy.
HA! This is the book where Roarke gives Eve her specially built vehicle, the DLE!
Roarke and Eve shopping for a bridal shower gift for Louise is priceless.
This scene just wrecks me
What’s your take?” she demanded of Summerset as she came down the last flight of stairs. “His condition?”
“Lost. Not geographically. Sober. In pain.”
Eve stood, dragging her hands through her hair. “Do some coffee thing,” she told Summerset. “Or . . . maybe we should let him get drunk. I don’t know. What should we do here? I don’t know what to do for him.”
“Then figure it out.” Summerset moved to the door. Then he paused, turned back to her. “A drunk only clouds the pain for a time, so it comes back sharper. Coffee’s best when you listen to him as that’s what he’ll need. Someone who cares who’ll listen to him.” He opened the door. “Go on, go on. He’ll do better if you go to him.”
“Don’t kick at me,” she muttered, but went out. The cart was nearly silent as he cruised sedately down the drive, made a graceful turn. It stopped at the base of the steps.
“I’m sorry.” Morris rubbed his hands over his face like a man coming out of sleep. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I came. I shouldn’t have.” He got off the cart as she went down the stairs. “I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry.”
She held out a hand. “Come inside, Li.” He shuddered, as if fighting a terrible pain, and only shook his head. She knew pain, and the fight against it, so moved to him, and took his weight, some of the grief when his arms came around her.
“There,” Summerset murmured. “She’s figured it out, hasn’t she?”
Eve and Summerset:
”Lieutenant,” he said as she turned away. “It will likely be a very long while before I ever repeat this, if that day should ever come. But I’ll say now, at this precise moment, I’m proud of you.”
Her jaw very nearly slammed into the toes of her boots. She goggled at his stiff, skinny back as he walked away. “Weird,” she muttered. “Very, very weird.”
Oh goddess, Eve cracks me up!
“Trina and her consultants will be here by four to start setting up.”
“Joy and—what? Who? Trina? Why? What have you done?”
“You said no silly games, and no strippers,” Peabody reminded her. “We’re doing the full-out girl party. Champagne, decadent food, body, hair, face treatments. Chick-vids, presents, gooey desserts. Big girl slumber party, followed by champagne brunch tomorrow.”
“You mean . . .” The shock was sharp and cruel, a stunner blast against the heart. “Overnight? All night into tomorrow?”
“Yeah.” Peabody grinned around her carrot. “Didn’t I mention that?”
“I have to kill you now.”
“Uh-uh. No games, no strippers. Those were your only rules.”
“I’ll find a way to hurt you for this.”
“It’s going to be fun!”
“Hurt you until you squeal like a pig.”
Eve spotted Roarke moving to his office, and dashed after him.
“Wait, wait!” She rushed in behind him, shut the door. “You can’t go to Vegas.”
“Because?”
“Because you can’t leave me here. We’re married, and there are rules. I try to follow them. I don’t know all of them, but God knows I try. And this has to be a rule. You can’t leave me alone in a situation like this.”
“What situation?”
“All these women. And Trina. Trina,” she repeated, with considerable passion as she gripped his shirt. “And gooey dessert and body things and chick-vids. All night. Slumber party. Do you know what that means?”
“I’ve had many dreams of them. Will there be pillow fights?”
She spun him around so his back hit the door. “Don’t. Leave. Me.”
“Darling.” He kissed her brow. “I must. I must.”
“No. You can bring Vegas here. Because . . . you’re you. You can do that. We’ll have Vegas here, and that’ll be good. I’ll buy you a lap dance.”
“That’s so sweet. But I’m going. I’ll be back tomorrow, and lay a cool cloth on your fevered brow.”
“Tomorrow?” She actually went light-headed. “You’re not coming back tonight?”
“You wouldn’t be in this state now if you paid attention. I’m taking a shuttle full of men to Las Vegas late this afternoon. There will be ribaldry, and a possible need to post bond. I’ve made arrangements. I’ll bring back this same shuttle full of men—hopefully—tomorrow afternoon.”
“Let me come with you.”
“Let me see your penis.”
“Oh, God! Can’t I just use yours?”
“At any other time. Now pull yourself together, and remember that when all this is over, you’ll very likely arrest a killer who’s also a dirty cop. It’s like a twofer.”
“That doesn’t make me feel better.”
“Best I have.”
The bridal shower party is simply to die for. I swear there’s not enough of this stuff in the much later books.
Eve, in her office, with Mira, Peabody, Mavis, Nadine, Louise, and Reo all in their pajamas (except Eve), discussing murder. 😂
One of my favorites even though….
Kindred in Death:
Oh, I think this is the one where Eve and Anna Whitney go even more hmm, not sure of the word I want, of one another. Maybe? Captain in illegals daughter is murdered.
“I know you need to get started on what comes next, but I’d like to say something. Carol and Jonah are dear friends, and Deena was . . . lovely in every way. I don’t always like your style, Lieutenant. Jack,” she said with an impatient glance when he started to interrupt. “Please. I often find you abrasive and difficult to understand. But Carol and Jonah are dear friends, and Deena lovely in every way. If Jonah hadn’t requested you to lead this investigation, I’d have used every influence I had with your commander to get you so assigned. Get the bastard. You get the bastard.”
She broke down, walked straight into her husband’s arms, and wept.
I forgot that Jamie, eighteen now, is in this as he was friends with the young girl.
Aw, seeing Morris back at work and what he says to Eve. 😍
I think it’s fascinating that it isn’t until this book, number twenty-nine, that Eve uses the word “UNSUB”.
A mention of Nixie
“I remember when we brought Nixie here,” he said, speaking of the little girl whose family had been slaughtered in a home invasion. “Brutal. But then, I suppose, it always is. She’s doing well with Elizabeth and Richard, and young Kevin. They’re making a family. I think she’s able to do that because you gave her resolution.”
“She’s tough. She’ll make it okay.”
The eighty-nine-year-old mother at the end here had me cackling I was laughing so hard.
“Mrs. Mimoto, I have to ask you. Aren’t you afraid?”
“Why should I be afraid when I’ve got the police all through the house?” Those soothing and exotic eyes peered out of the old face. “Are you going to let him hurt me?”
“No, ma’am, I promise you he won’t hurt you. But we are asking you to open your door to a murderer. And I also have to tell you, again, we could take him outside. We have enough for an arrest.”
“But it’s going to help slam-dunk your case down the road if you take him inside, and after he tries to drug me. I’ve got a judge for a daughter, and plenty of lawyers in the family. Cops, too. I know what’s what.” She leaned forward. “Do you know what I want, honey? I want you to take that little fucker down, and take him hard, and I want a piece of it.”
Eve’s lips twitched at the sound of the expletive in the pretty suburban kitchen.
Another excellent addition and a really great interrogation scene!
ROFL
So saying, she dropped her six-month-old daughter in Eve’s lap.
“Hey, Mavis, don’t—” But it was too late as Eve had an armful of chubby baby in foaming, lacy pink. Blonde curls in pink ribbons danced as Bella bounced. She said, “Gah,” and grinned.
“Okay. God. Okay. Why are you always smiling?” Eve demanded. “What do you know?”
Bella squealed, gave a kind of push and straightened her legs until she was standing, weaving and bobbing with a maniacal look in her eyes as an ice pick of panic rammed into Eve’s stomach. “What’s she doing? For God’s sake, somebody do something.”
If memory serves, I think the wife killed her husband in this one. I think… she figures out how to be in two places at once? No, it’s more calculated than that.
As she’d noticed something else, she lifted the duvet from where it pooled at Anders’s waist. Under it, three neon (possibly glow-in-the-dark) cock rings rode on an impressive erection.
“Not bad for a dead man.”
“No scratches, no bruises, no apparent trauma other than the throat. And…” She lifted the duvet again.
Peabody’s dark brown eyes popped. “Wowzer!”
Aw, I love these simple moments between Eve and Roarke.
She carted the dishes, stacked them in the little washer in her office kitchen, then turned and found him studying her.
“What?”
“Awfully domestic, isn’t it? A moment. Dish duty, coffee fetching, the two of us in the kitchen after a meal.”
Eve glanced down to where Galahad was sniffing his bowl, obviously hoping for seconds. “That would be the three of us.”
“Ah yes. Our little family.” Reaching out, he brushed the tips of her choppy hair. “A nice settled moment between the business of the day and the puzzle of the evening. It occurs to me these are moments I live for.”
Her heart simply melted. “I always wonder why they’re enough for you.”
He laid his lips on hers, soft, sweet. “You shouldn’t.”
“I was going straight up to work. Got big, fat, sticky piles of it, so I was going straight up to work. Then the gargoyle said you were down here. I thought maybe I’d take fifteen minutes for a swim, loosen up.”
“Well, we sure as Christ loosened up.”
“Then I saw you knifing through the water. All wet and ripply and…you.” She tilted her head back to look at him. “I saw you, and that’s all it took. Sometimes I can’t breathe, I love you so much.”
“Eve.” Emotion deepened his eyes as he kissed her, very sweetly, then he just rested his brow against hers.
“I keep thinking, well, this’ll settle down. It’s bound to level off and settle down. But it doesn’t. Even when things are just going smooth and we’re just…living, I can look at you, and I’ve got no breath left.”
“Every minute with you, I’m alive. I never knew before there were pieces of me unborn, just waiting for you. I’m alive with you, Eve.”
She sighed, touched his cheek. “We’d better get out of here. We’re getting mush all over the pool.”
I love how Tibble and Whitney deal with Dallas.
A lean man, he favored good suits, and—as she recalled—a good Scotch. Like Whitney, he’d come up through the ranks, and though he was now—essentially—a politician, the office hadn’t shoved the cop out of him. “My reason for asking is somewhat personal.”
“Did you know Mr. Anders, sir?”
“No, I didn’t. My wife, however, is acquainted with his widow.”
Eve thought: Crap.
“They’ve served on several committees together. In any case, when my wife contacted Mrs. Anders to offer her condolences, Mrs. Anders expressed considerable concern over how the current media tone will affect not only her late husband’s reputation, the business, but the charitable programs associated with Anders Worldwide. I’m in the position of asking you to assist in damping down the media.”
“With all respect, Chief Tibble, how do you propose I do that? It’s not Code Blue, and if it was termed such at this point, if we instigated a media blackout now, it would only feed the beast.”
“I agree. Is there any area of your investigation at this point that would give them a different bone to gnaw on?”
“I believe the circumstances under which the victim was found was a setup. But if I toss that bone out, I would jeopardize the investigation, and alert the suspect to the line I’m pursuing.”
“You have a suspect?”
“I do. The widow.”
Tibble let out a sigh, tipped back his head and looked at the ceiling. “Hell. How—” He cut himself off. “Sorry, Jack, this is your area.”
I forgot about this, the kid from December who sold Eve the “cashmere” scarf at the body of the jumper on Broadway, who now shows up in the bullpen looking for her with a tip. Kid’s freaking adorable (loc 1758)
Didn’t remember this is the book where Charles retires from being an LC, he’s going to be a sex therapist, he buys a lovely brownstone, and proposes to Louise. ❤️
I think one of the things I love best about this book is how beautifully Eve annihilates Ava in interview. It’s certainly one of her best.
Salvation in Death:
I remember this book. I think this is where the priest who is murdered isn’t really a priest, he stole the identity to get away from people who were looking for him. Maybe? My favorite part/person in this book is Father López, who Eve recommends Morris spend time with in the next book after Detective Coltraine is murdered.
“Later, the priest came back to see me. The real one. López. There’s something about him.”
“Suspicious?”
“No, no. Interesting. Kind of . . . compelling. He . . .” It struck her, shot out of far left and beaned her with insight. “He reminds me of you.”
If she’d fielded the ball and winged it straight into his face, he’d have been no less shocked. “Me?”
“He knows exactly who and what he is, and accepts it. He’s tough and he gets your measure pretty damn quick. Lino slipped by him, and that’s in his craw. He takes responsibility, and he blurred the lines to do what he saw was right.”
I don’t comment much, or ever, on Eve and Roarke’s sex scenes. There are some memorable ones and I have to say this instance in their drive, in the front seat of her police issue vehicle, ranks up there. (loc 8914)
Yep, I totally adored Father López
“I don’t expect you to understand, either of you.” He lifted his hands from his knees, palms up. Lowered them again. “You’re women of the world. Of the law. This person came to me to unburden their soul, their heart, their conscience, of this mortal sin.”
“And you absolved them? Good deal for them.”
“No, I did not. Cannot absolve them. I can’t unburden them, Lieutenant. I counseled, I instructed, I urged this person to go to you, to confess to you. Until this is done, there can be no forgiveness, no absolution. They will live with this sin, and die with it unless they repent it. I can’t do anything for you, for them. I can’t do anything.”
“Did this individual know Lino Martinez?”
“I can’t answer you.”
“Is this person a member of your church?”
“I can’t answer you.” He pressed his fingers to his eyes. “It makes me ill, but I can’t answer.”
“I could put you in a cage. You’d get out. Your church will campaign, send their lawyers, but you’d do time first while we’re fighting it out.”
“And still, I can’t answer. If I tell you, I’ll have broken my vows, betrayed them. I’ll be excommunicated. There are all kinds of cages, Lieutenant Dallas. Do you think I want this?” he demanded, with the first hint of heat. “To block your justice? I believe in your justice. I believe in the order of it as much as you. Do you think I want to stand by, knowing I can’t reach a wounded, angry soul? That my counsel may have turned it away instead of bringing it to God?”
I love that Ariel and Erik stop by and Ariel did bake Eve the badass cake she promised her when Eve saved her from the Groom.
An edible New York spread out, with its streets, its buildings, its rivers and parks, the tunnels, the bridges. Rapid cabs, maxibuses, jet-bikes, scooters, delivery vans, and other vehicles crammed those streets. People jammed sidewalks and glides. Shop windows held tiny, glittery displays, and glide-cart vendors served soy dogs and veggie hash. She actually expected, for just a moment, to see it move, to hear it.
“Holy shit.”
“That’s a good holy shit, right?” Ariel asked.
“That’s a kick-my-ass-and-call-me-Sally holy shit. There’s an illegals deal going down off Jane Street,” Eve murmured, “and this guy’s getting mugged in Central Park.”
“Well, it happens.”
Stunned, Eve crouched down to stare at the image of herself Ariel had created. She stood on a slim tower, over the city. She wore her long, black coat, caught in mid-billow and boots even she could see were scuffed at the toe. In one hand she held her badge—right down to her rank and badge number, and in the other her weapon.
This is another excellent conclusion and hardcore interview grilling!
Promises in Death:
I love this book and I hate it. I love how much closer Eve and Morris become, but hate the pain he goes through.
Eve circled the body, crouched. Something set off a low alarm in her brain, a kind of sick dread in her gut. She lifted the curtain of hair.
For an instant, one sharp instant, everything in her went cold. “Goddamn it. Goddamn it. She’s one of us.”
The cop who’d stayed with her stepped forward. “She’s a cop?”
“Yeah. Coltraine, Amaryllis. Run it, run it now. Get me an address. Detective Coltraine. Son of a bitch.”
Morris, she thought. Oh, fucking hell.
“It’s Coltraine, Peabody.”
“Who?” Peabody walked over, looked down, and all the rosy color drained out of her cheeks. “Oh my God. Oh God. It’s Morris’s . . . Oh. No.”
“She isn’t wearing her weapon. It may be the murder weapon. If it’s here, we have to find it.”
“Dallas.” Tears swam in Peabody’s eyes.
Eve understood them, felt them in her own throat.
See why this book upsets me so damn much? I love Morris!
He took her hand. “Who’s dead? It’s one of us.” His fingers tightened on hers. “Peabody—”
“No. Peabody’s . . . no.” Only making it worse, she thought. “Morris, it’s Detective Coltraine.”
She could see by his face he didn’t understand, he didn’t connect his question with her answer. She did the only thing she could do. She plunged the knife in his heart. “She was killed last night. She’s dead, Morris. She’s gone. I’m sorry.”
He released her hand, stepped back from her. As if, she knew, breaking contact would stop it. Just stop it all. “Ammy? You’re talking about Amaryllis?”
“There’s a place inside, when you’re connected to cops—as friends, as lovers, even as associates—that knows the risk of that connection, of involvement. I’ve worked on enough dead cops to know those risks. But you have to put it aside, lock it away, because you have to keep that connection. It’s what you do, who you are. But you know, you always know, and still when it happens, it seems impossible.
“Who knows death better than I? Than we,” he said, turning now. “And yet, it seems impossible. She was so alive. And now she isn’t.”
“Someone took the life from her. I’ll find them.”
He nodded again, managed to get to the couch, sink down. “I was falling in love with her. I felt it happening—that long, slow drop. We wanted to take it slow, enjoy it. We were still discovering each other. Still at the stage where when she walked into the room, or I heard her voice, smelled her skin, everything inside me sang.”
He dropped his head into his hands.
Comfort wasn’t her finest skill. Peabody, Eve thought, would have the right words, the right tone. All she could do was follow instinct. She moved to the couch, sat beside him.
“Tell me what to do for you, and I’ll do it. Tell me what you need, and I’ll get it. Li—”
Maybe it was the use of his first name, something she never used, but he turned to her. When he turned, she held him. He didn’t break, not yet, but kept his cheek pressed to hers.
I’m remembering bits and pieces here…Coltraine was involved with a man, maybe on the wrong side of the law back in Atlanta, and she was killed for something to do with him. But, it also ties in to Roarke’s dad, and maybe Eve’s too, from a thing in Atlanta back in the day. I think. Max Ricker’s son, Alex, is who she was involved with in Atlanta. Oh boy.
HA! This is the book where Roarke gives Eve her specially built vehicle, the DLE!
Roarke and Eve shopping for a bridal shower gift for Louise is priceless.
This scene just wrecks me
What’s your take?” she demanded of Summerset as she came down the last flight of stairs. “His condition?”
“Lost. Not geographically. Sober. In pain.”
Eve stood, dragging her hands through her hair. “Do some coffee thing,” she told Summerset. “Or . . . maybe we should let him get drunk. I don’t know. What should we do here? I don’t know what to do for him.”
“Then figure it out.” Summerset moved to the door. Then he paused, turned back to her. “A drunk only clouds the pain for a time, so it comes back sharper. Coffee’s best when you listen to him as that’s what he’ll need. Someone who cares who’ll listen to him.” He opened the door. “Go on, go on. He’ll do better if you go to him.”
“Don’t kick at me,” she muttered, but went out. The cart was nearly silent as he cruised sedately down the drive, made a graceful turn. It stopped at the base of the steps.
“I’m sorry.” Morris rubbed his hands over his face like a man coming out of sleep. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I came. I shouldn’t have.” He got off the cart as she went down the stairs. “I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry.”
She held out a hand. “Come inside, Li.” He shuddered, as if fighting a terrible pain, and only shook his head. She knew pain, and the fight against it, so moved to him, and took his weight, some of the grief when his arms came around her.
“There,” Summerset murmured. “She’s figured it out, hasn’t she?”
Eve and Summerset:
”Lieutenant,” he said as she turned away. “It will likely be a very long while before I ever repeat this, if that day should ever come. But I’ll say now, at this precise moment, I’m proud of you.”
Her jaw very nearly slammed into the toes of her boots. She goggled at his stiff, skinny back as he walked away. “Weird,” she muttered. “Very, very weird.”
Oh goddess, Eve cracks me up!
“Trina and her consultants will be here by four to start setting up.”
“Joy and—what? Who? Trina? Why? What have you done?”
“You said no silly games, and no strippers,” Peabody reminded her. “We’re doing the full-out girl party. Champagne, decadent food, body, hair, face treatments. Chick-vids, presents, gooey desserts. Big girl slumber party, followed by champagne brunch tomorrow.”
“You mean . . .” The shock was sharp and cruel, a stunner blast against the heart. “Overnight? All night into tomorrow?”
“Yeah.” Peabody grinned around her carrot. “Didn’t I mention that?”
“I have to kill you now.”
“Uh-uh. No games, no strippers. Those were your only rules.”
“I’ll find a way to hurt you for this.”
“It’s going to be fun!”
“Hurt you until you squeal like a pig.”
Eve spotted Roarke moving to his office, and dashed after him.
“Wait, wait!” She rushed in behind him, shut the door. “You can’t go to Vegas.”
“Because?”
“Because you can’t leave me here. We’re married, and there are rules. I try to follow them. I don’t know all of them, but God knows I try. And this has to be a rule. You can’t leave me alone in a situation like this.”
“What situation?”
“All these women. And Trina. Trina,” she repeated, with considerable passion as she gripped his shirt. “And gooey dessert and body things and chick-vids. All night. Slumber party. Do you know what that means?”
“I’ve had many dreams of them. Will there be pillow fights?”
She spun him around so his back hit the door. “Don’t. Leave. Me.”
“Darling.” He kissed her brow. “I must. I must.”
“No. You can bring Vegas here. Because . . . you’re you. You can do that. We’ll have Vegas here, and that’ll be good. I’ll buy you a lap dance.”
“That’s so sweet. But I’m going. I’ll be back tomorrow, and lay a cool cloth on your fevered brow.”
“Tomorrow?” She actually went light-headed. “You’re not coming back tonight?”
“You wouldn’t be in this state now if you paid attention. I’m taking a shuttle full of men to Las Vegas late this afternoon. There will be ribaldry, and a possible need to post bond. I’ve made arrangements. I’ll bring back this same shuttle full of men—hopefully—tomorrow afternoon.”
“Let me come with you.”
“Let me see your penis.”
“Oh, God! Can’t I just use yours?”
“At any other time. Now pull yourself together, and remember that when all this is over, you’ll very likely arrest a killer who’s also a dirty cop. It’s like a twofer.”
“That doesn’t make me feel better.”
“Best I have.”
The bridal shower party is simply to die for. I swear there’s not enough of this stuff in the much later books.
Eve, in her office, with Mira, Peabody, Mavis, Nadine, Louise, and Reo all in their pajamas (except Eve), discussing murder. 😂
One of my favorites even though….
Kindred in Death:
Oh, I think this is the one where Eve and Anna Whitney go even more hmm, not sure of the word I want, of one another. Maybe? Captain in illegals daughter is murdered.
“I know you need to get started on what comes next, but I’d like to say something. Carol and Jonah are dear friends, and Deena was . . . lovely in every way. I don’t always like your style, Lieutenant. Jack,” she said with an impatient glance when he started to interrupt. “Please. I often find you abrasive and difficult to understand. But Carol and Jonah are dear friends, and Deena lovely in every way. If Jonah hadn’t requested you to lead this investigation, I’d have used every influence I had with your commander to get you so assigned. Get the bastard. You get the bastard.”
She broke down, walked straight into her husband’s arms, and wept.
I forgot that Jamie, eighteen now, is in this as he was friends with the young girl.
Aw, seeing Morris back at work and what he says to Eve. 😍
I think it’s fascinating that it isn’t until this book, number twenty-nine, that Eve uses the word “UNSUB”.
A mention of Nixie
“I remember when we brought Nixie here,” he said, speaking of the little girl whose family had been slaughtered in a home invasion. “Brutal. But then, I suppose, it always is. She’s doing well with Elizabeth and Richard, and young Kevin. They’re making a family. I think she’s able to do that because you gave her resolution.”
“She’s tough. She’ll make it okay.”
The eighty-nine-year-old mother at the end here had me cackling I was laughing so hard.
“Mrs. Mimoto, I have to ask you. Aren’t you afraid?”
“Why should I be afraid when I’ve got the police all through the house?” Those soothing and exotic eyes peered out of the old face. “Are you going to let him hurt me?”
“No, ma’am, I promise you he won’t hurt you. But we are asking you to open your door to a murderer. And I also have to tell you, again, we could take him outside. We have enough for an arrest.”
“But it’s going to help slam-dunk your case down the road if you take him inside, and after he tries to drug me. I’ve got a judge for a daughter, and plenty of lawyers in the family. Cops, too. I know what’s what.” She leaned forward. “Do you know what I want, honey? I want you to take that little fucker down, and take him hard, and I want a piece of it.”
Eve’s lips twitched at the sound of the expletive in the pretty suburban kitchen.
Another excellent addition and a really great interrogation scene!
ROFL
So saying, she dropped her six-month-old daughter in Eve’s lap.
“Hey, Mavis, don’t—” But it was too late as Eve had an armful of chubby baby in foaming, lacy pink. Blonde curls in pink ribbons danced as Bella bounced. She said, “Gah,” and grinned.
“Okay. God. Okay. Why are you always smiling?” Eve demanded. “What do you know?”
Bella squealed, gave a kind of push and straightened her legs until she was standing, weaving and bobbing with a maniacal look in her eyes as an ice pick of panic rammed into Eve’s stomach. “What’s she doing? For God’s sake, somebody do something.”
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
September 14, 2023
Fabulous!
In Death Collection, Books 26-29 of the In Death series by JD Robb @jdrobbauthor
Strangers in Death, Book 26 - Eve & Peabody are looking into the death of a prominent businessman. Dr. Morris, ME, determines its murder. Eve & Peabody look into the case & Eve keeps thinking it's the wife even though she was out of the country at the time of the murder. Eve figures out that the wife & the wife of another murdered man killed each other's husbands like in Strangers on the Train. She arrests both suspects & gets a confession from one of them.
Salvation in Death, Book 27 - Eve & Peabody are investigating the death of a priest. During the autopsy, Dr. Morris finds that the priest had a tattoo removed, some knife wounds & serious face work done. Eve requests dental records because she thinks the priest who died is not the same person he said he was. Eve gets confirmation that the priest isn't who he said he was. While investigating, a preacher is killed in the same manner. Eve solves the 2nd case, which was a copycat of the 1st murder. She finds out who the 1st person was. She solves the murder, & was able to close the case of multiple murders from 17 years in the past. Go Eve! 🥰
Promises in Death, Book 28 - Eve & Peabody are investigating the death of Ammy, Dr. Morris’s girlfriend & a fellow cop. While looking into Ammy’s cases, in NY & Atlanta, they figured out that she dated the son of a known criminal, Ricker, whom Eve took down. They investigate & figure out that Ricker ordered Ammy’s death as punishment for his son. The person who killed Ammy? A cop. 😒
Kindred In Death, Book 29 - Eve & Peabody are looking into the sexual assault & murder of a 16-year-old young woman, the daughter of a Police Captain. The murderer leaves a video of the final moments of her life, taunting the Captain. They figure out who killed her & they are trying to find her. While Eve & the task force is investigating, another woman is killed in the same manner. Eve & the team track him down & arrest him, then arrests his partner. Charles & Louise get the wedding of Louise’s dreams at Eve & Roarke’s home. 🥰
In Death Collection, Books 26-29 of the In Death series by JD Robb @jdrobbauthor
Strangers in Death, Book 26 - Eve & Peabody are looking into the death of a prominent businessman. Dr. Morris, ME, determines its murder. Eve & Peabody look into the case & Eve keeps thinking it's the wife even though she was out of the country at the time of the murder. Eve figures out that the wife & the wife of another murdered man killed each other's husbands like in Strangers on the Train. She arrests both suspects & gets a confession from one of them.
Salvation in Death, Book 27 - Eve & Peabody are investigating the death of a priest. During the autopsy, Dr. Morris finds that the priest had a tattoo removed, some knife wounds & serious face work done. Eve requests dental records because she thinks the priest who died is not the same person he said he was. Eve gets confirmation that the priest isn't who he said he was. While investigating, a preacher is killed in the same manner. Eve solves the 2nd case, which was a copycat of the 1st murder. She finds out who the 1st person was. She solves the murder, & was able to close the case of multiple murders from 17 years in the past. Go Eve! 🥰
Promises in Death, Book 28 - Eve & Peabody are investigating the death of Ammy, Dr. Morris’s girlfriend & a fellow cop. While looking into Ammy’s cases, in NY & Atlanta, they figured out that she dated the son of a known criminal, Ricker, whom Eve took down. They investigate & figure out that Ricker ordered Ammy’s death as punishment for his son. The person who killed Ammy? A cop. 😒
Kindred In Death, Book 29 - Eve & Peabody are looking into the sexual assault & murder of a 16-year-old young woman, the daughter of a Police Captain. The murderer leaves a video of the final moments of her life, taunting the Captain. They figure out who killed her & they are trying to find her. While Eve & the task force is investigating, another woman is killed in the same manner. Eve & the team track him down & arrest him, then arrests his partner. Charles & Louise get the wedding of Louise’s dreams at Eve & Roarke’s home. 🥰
June 8, 2024
This group is more real life crime so Depressing
I know that the MC is a Police Lieutenant and crime is truly everywhere. The early books were about gun violence or poison and were really well done. It's just the group here is more sly its a lot of how a partial lie can mess with peoples heads and do more damage. Still love the series but the stories that hit close are always more disturbing than the blasters or flying car ones.
I know that the MC is a Police Lieutenant and crime is truly everywhere. The early books were about gun violence or poison and were really well done. It's just the group here is more sly its a lot of how a partial lie can mess with peoples heads and do more damage. Still love the series but the stories that hit close are always more disturbing than the blasters or flying car ones.
March 27, 2022
Awesome
I love the characters ,and relationships. The writing is amazing and how she adds humor into the mix. The stories are very intriguing, I can't wait to start on my next book. I'm reading in order and love the way the characters continue and their lives evolve. The way Eve works through a murder is genius.
I love the characters ,and relationships. The writing is amazing and how she adds humor into the mix. The stories are very intriguing, I can't wait to start on my next book. I'm reading in order and love the way the characters continue and their lives evolve. The way Eve works through a murder is genius.
November 5, 2018
A handy collection of awesome Eve Dallas stories
The set of four means I dont have to scramble to find what is next in line.
In addition to the great murder mysteries (no spoilers here) this set follows the deepening of Charles and Louise's relationship.
The set of four means I dont have to scramble to find what is next in line.
In addition to the great murder mysteries (no spoilers here) this set follows the deepening of Charles and Louise's relationship.
February 12, 2019
This is a really convenient way to catch the older parts of the series, and I've really relied on the collections since Ive had to download from my public library. I've also left reviews for the individual books. What a GREAT series.
July 16, 2021
Excellent!
The stories in this collection brought flashbacks to Dallas many times; especially with the last story.
Roarke & Eve (Dallas) still have their romance between them & Eve is still making her friends happy & making the bad guys sad.
The stories in this collection brought flashbacks to Dallas many times; especially with the last story.
Roarke & Eve (Dallas) still have their romance between them & Eve is still making her friends happy & making the bad guys sad.
September 29, 2021
4 is 4x as good as 1
I liked reading them one after the other, with no wait in between. I already knew some pieces of these stories but there is more detail about those pieces. Eve is becoming more comfortable with herself. If you like JD Robb, don’t miss these!
I liked reading them one after the other, with no wait in between. I already knew some pieces of these stories but there is more detail about those pieces. Eve is becoming more comfortable with herself. If you like JD Robb, don’t miss these!
January 18, 2022
Review of JD. Robb. In Death Collection
J D Robb is an amazing writer and I will recommend her books to anyone who loves romance suspense novels. I have read all her books to date and will keep reading all of them more than once!
J D Robb is an amazing writer and I will recommend her books to anyone who loves romance suspense novels. I have read all her books to date and will keep reading all of them more than once!
July 23, 2022
Sad one
My problem with some of these is the possibilities of real life. Of the 4 stories finishing with the last was difficult. Reading this series, makes me appreciate life, and police.
My problem with some of these is the possibilities of real life. Of the 4 stories finishing with the last was difficult. Reading this series, makes me appreciate life, and police.
February 19, 2023
Outstanding
As always, JD does not disappoint. Every detail, story line, your there. Roarke and Dallas, you feel the love, the connection those two have. Your there thru the cases and everyone s lives. I couldn't stop reading.
As always, JD does not disappoint. Every detail, story line, your there. Roarke and Dallas, you feel the love, the connection those two have. Your there thru the cases and everyone s lives. I couldn't stop reading.
August 2, 2023
Another summer wedding...
Such brutal violence offset⁶ with the beauty of a wedding. The characters in this one were full of the familiar and the uniquely new. Never a disappointing story.
Such brutal violence offset⁶ with the beauty of a wedding. The characters in this one were full of the familiar and the uniquely new. Never a disappointing story.
October 24, 2023
Eve Dallas is kickass perfect.... as usual!
J.D.Robb never fails to provide page turning story lines with the most kickass and romantic characters a reader could ever ask for. You can mentally see Eve, Roarke, Peabody, McNab, Feeney and all the rest.
J.D.Robb never fails to provide page turning story lines with the most kickass and romantic characters a reader could ever ask for. You can mentally see Eve, Roarke, Peabody, McNab, Feeney and all the rest.
January 19, 2024
Good book
You people should just read this novel yourselves and write your own review on this novel. I really enjoyed reading this novel very much and I 💘 reading this author too. Shelley Ma
You people should just read this novel yourselves and write your own review on this novel. I really enjoyed reading this novel very much and I 💘 reading this author too. Shelley Ma
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October 8, 2024This set of books from the In Death series was exceptional. Each book has the great characters that the series is known for and the murder cases just get more intriguing as the books go forward. I can’t wait to read the next book which will be # 30.
January 24, 2017
More, more
Stories are interesting, fun, and inventive. Characters have become like friends. Read all 29 already. Ordering more of these books today.
Stories are interesting, fun, and inventive. Characters have become like friends. Read all 29 already. Ordering more of these books today.
October 6, 2017
4.5-5 stars - Romantic Suspense/Futuristic/Mystery/Crime/Romantic Thriller
December 19, 2017
Great series of books
Great series of 📚 keeps your interest from start to finish in to the next 4 books a nd more eve and roarke
Great series of 📚 keeps your interest from start to finish in to the next 4 books a nd more eve and roarke
April 14, 2018
Once again a great read
These books are amazing. I can’t get enough. I have read 29 of theses books in the Death Series. Each gets better!
These books are amazing. I can’t get enough. I have read 29 of theses books in the Death Series. Each gets better!
May 9, 2018
MY FAVORITE SERIES ... I HAVE ALL OF THEM... GOTTA BRAG
May 28, 2018
Great series
Great series. I've been a longtime fan. The stories never fail to entertain with solid characters. Love it and whole heartedly recommend it!
Great series. I've been a longtime fan. The stories never fail to entertain with solid characters. Love it and whole heartedly recommend it!
December 29, 2018
Better the 2nd Read
Wow. J. D. Robb In Death series. Well with that second reading. Can’t wait to get to the end. You rock Mag Squared!
Wow. J. D. Robb In Death series. Well with that second reading. Can’t wait to get to the end. You rock Mag Squared!
July 27, 2020
Better and better
The mysteries and relationships just get better and better. Also, seems there is more humor, sometimes unexpectedly so. Highly recommend series.
The mysteries and relationships just get better and better. Also, seems there is more humor, sometimes unexpectedly so. Highly recommend series.
August 9, 2020
Never fails
Brilliant as always. Love that they’re all together so I could keep reading! Can’t get enough of Eve and Roarke.
Brilliant as always. Love that they’re all together so I could keep reading! Can’t get enough of Eve and Roarke.
August 29, 2020
I D Robb
Brilliant and exciting even though over forty in set. Fast read. Can always enjoy rereading as well as new. Looking forward to more.
Brilliant and exciting even though over forty in set. Fast read. Can always enjoy rereading as well as new. Looking forward to more.
March 1, 2021
Great read
Keeps readers interest to see where the story line and intrigue is going. Sarcastic wit and humor throughout. Add a fat ugly cat and what more do you need.
Keeps readers interest to see where the story line and intrigue is going. Sarcastic wit and humor throughout. Add a fat ugly cat and what more do you need.
May 31, 2021
Highly recommend this series
June 20, 2021
Excellent way to read this series because once I finish with one, I have to start the next. Love Dallas!
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