**3.5 stars **
For some reason 'Hunted' worked better for me than K. Robards' more recent output, maybe because it concentrates a bit more on the relationship between the MCs than her previous books in this genre. In short, I liked it for the same reasons readers of crime or straight suspense stories may dislike it. It also helps that the main couple are neither irritating, nor immature nor do they do silly things, as it is mostly the case in RS, nor do they bicker or waffle on until the reader is exterminated.
Truth be told, many of the elements of this book wouldn't stand up to scrutiny, and I did not care for the offhand treatment of loss and grieving for a dead child. The latter is handled very badly and has no place in this story. Such trauma cannot be dealt in the space of a story with an entirely different focus. I know deep, traumatic loss has become an alarmingly common trope in RS and writers should be warned off it. For they deal with it, on the whole, in a horribly crass way just as a way to win sympathy for the hero/heroine on the cheap. It is nothing more than grief-porn, completely ignoring fundamentals about traumatic loss and using it as mere character filler by writers who cannot find ways to justify their characters' alienation/alcoholism/addiction (drugs, sex, etc.). Unless a writer is prepared to go all the way and put traumatic loss at the very centre of their story, like Linda Howard did in 'Sarah's Child' (not an RS but old school contemporary) where she gave us a gut wrenching, impossible to love misanthropic hero in grief, and again in 'Cry No More' (an RS) where the heroine devotes her life, at the expense of everything else, to finding what happened to her abducted baby, helping find lost children along the way, then a writer should refrain.
Unlike other readers, I don't mind stories set over a period of one or two days, for they sometimes succeed in conveying intensity and urgency. I think 'Hunted' is one of those better efforts in the intensity department. The expressed passion between Reed and Caroline feels convincing and their background history is well handled (they have been curious about and attracted to each other for over a decade as their paths keep crossing). However, there were moments where their intimacy felt repetitive (e.g., the constant mutual admiration of each other's physiques), and moments where plot issues could have been handled better (e.g., how come the 18 year old found out where his younger brother was held, given he was on his way to Mexico and the entire NOPD was out looking for him?).That said, this is one of those books that while it is full of things one could pick apart it strangely works as an ensemble. It is as if something ignites within the formula in certain books while it fails spectacularly to do so in other similar cases.
Alchemy aside, perhaps I like this book because the heroine (in possession of the wonderful and normal name of Caroline) does not do anything stupid, nor is the sexy hero utterly comical/obnoxious in his untimely erections, nor do they bring down city corruption by themselves. Small things, I hear you say, but they increase in importance when read against the background of similar books in the genre. Maybe the book wouldn't have registered as much as it did, if it were not for the downward spiral of romantic suspense into ever more stupid heroines: the blacker their belts, the kickier their ass-kicking, the mouthier their mouths the denser and dumber they seem to grow, women who are really caricatures of caricature action-men, he-shes rather than interesting female characters.
In addition, perhaps the attraction 'Hunted' holds for me could be down to the fact that it is completely free of religiosity (it seems a must in this genre these days, especially when a dead child is involved, for example, the more recent work of the very same Linda Howard who once upon a time handled the theme with great insight),completely free of new age mumbo jumbo, out-of-body experiences and the like. Perhaps the absence of any appeal to the 'supernatural' and the occult added greatly to the book's attraction.
I know that rating a book high for what it is not rather that what it is may not constitute enthusiastic praise; nevertheless, had you been assaulted by a tsunami of horrible RSs as I've been recently, maybe you too wouldn't be difficult to please. That said, maybe I need to stop reading this genre, maybe I need to get out more, take the waters or learn Spanish and crochet.