The Sucker Punch—aka The Action Man in some editions—isn’t about boxing, but the metaphor couldn’t be more perfect. It’s about getting hit when you least expect it—and by someone you never saw coming.
Enter Rex Cavan, a hard-edged insurance investigator, cocky and calculated. He’s sharp, yes, but Chase knows how to write men who think they’re smarter than everyone—just long enough for them to get played like a worn-out saxophone. When Rex crosses paths with Helaine, a seductive siren dripping money, class, and secrets, he thinks he’s in for a good time… and maybe a big payday.
What follows is a pitch-perfect noir spiral: insurance fraud, fake deaths, real murders, false leads, and one glorious plot twist after another. Helaine is everything a classic Chase woman should be—beautiful, manipulative, and as lethal as a whisper in the dark.
As always, Chase keeps the plot taut and deadly. The prose is lean, the stakes high, and the mood? Think film noir with the lights off. Every character’s playing their own game, and by the end, you realize the title wasn’t about a physical punch—it was about betrayal so sudden, so brutal, it knocks the wind out of both character and reader.
I read this on a ridiculously muggy April night in Behala, trying to sleep but sweating like I owed someone money. I picked up the book “just to read a few pages,” and by the time I looked up, it was 2 a.m. and I had finished the whole damn thing. That twist? That punch? It hit me so hard I sat upright on my bed and said out loud, “Oi, this woman’s the real villain!” Ma knocked on the door thinking something had happened. Something had. Chase had sucker punched me. 😅
In essence, The Sucker Punch is a brutal meditation on overconfidence, lust, and greed, where the sharpest minds still fall for the oldest tricks. It’s a noir tragedy wrapped in silky prose and sealed with a lipstick kiss—and a knife in the back.