Michelle Mason is just an average white chick from LA, getting over the recent death of her husband and planning the next stage of her life while chilling in Puerto Vallarta. Then she meets a hot guy and totally does the thing she never, ever does (don't they all say that?). Okay, I'm being a little judgmental, but the start of the book paints Michelle as being almost a stereotype of an entitled American tourist hanging out with the brown help down in Me-hi-co. The author, Lisa Brackmann, did this intentionally, I'm sure, but I was kind of waiting for the bad shit to start, and when it did, quickly, it took me a while to really feel sorry for Michelle, even though she was really only guilty of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The dude she slept with turns out to be a private pilot. "Private pilot" working in Mexico pretty much means only one thing, and Michelle, because she is now connected with him, finds herself being dragged into Daniel's affairs. Daniel, it turns out, is not just an occasional delivery boy for drug smugglers, but also has connections with "the Boys" - i.e., spooks, American black ops, the CIA, whoever. Michelle is dragooned into being a double-agent for a scary, charming fellow named Gary who just wants Michelle to report back and take the occasional picture.
Michelle just wants to go home and have nothing more to do with this mess. Gary, the Mexican police, and various other bad hombres have other ideas.
While my initial feelings about Michelle were kind of disdainful, she is just an ordinary woman who proves to be as resourceful and brave as she can be under the circumstances. Maybe she doesn't always make perfect choices, but she tries to do the right thing and she shows loyalty and courage.
The sequel to this book, which I accidentally read out of order, continues the adventures of Michelle, Daniel... and Gary. So know that if the ending seems to leave things a little up in the air, you have the option of finding out what happens next.