4.25 stars, better than expected. Why am I always reading books that have yet to make it to the TBR that waits patiently for me to remember it. Sigh. And not with this new series, I am committed until the end. I love Riot and Bel together.
The author gives us reality checks throughout the story, which I appreciate:
“How are the matches this week, Mr. McCormick?”
Surprise flashed across his eyes, and his chest swelled until the buttons looked about to burst. He placed a chewed cigar between his lips. “You’re a sporting woman, then?”
“Not that kind.”
He chuckled. “Never been to a match, then?” Mack answered his own question. “Women tend to shy away from the brutality.”
“Probably reminds them of home and their husbands.”
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“Not at all an unpleasant place to convalesce,” Riot observed.
“Not outwardly,” she said, sinking into an armchair by the window. “There are dark sides to asylums and sanitariums. A murderer and rapist will get a fair trial, but a woman who has a mind of her own can be locked away for life by her husband’s signature.”
This one made my me feel for the characters and remember that the issues we are dealing with today have been around for ages. To be a detective and see injustice, yet another heartache. But I appreciate the author bringing it all to life. Great mystery as well as action sequences.
Highlights & Spoilers:
Bel is terrific-
Mack did not know how to reply to her observation, so he fell back on charm. “And what of Mr. Bonnie? Is he a sporting man—or the squeamish type?” He had, at least, noticed the ring on her finger.
“Mr. Bonnie died under suspicious circumstances. Poison.” Isobel smiled. “Let me know when the next match is. I do love watching men beat themselves senseless. The bloodier the better.”
Bel and Ari (Lucie, Lotario, etc) are priceless together:
“Trust?” Lucie asked, surprised. “I didn’t think you trusted anyone but yourself.”
“I’m talking with you, aren’t I?”
“My dear sister,” her twin drawled in a masculine voice, “I don’t even trust myself. Madame de Winter is a shameless flirt and gossip.”
“Madame de Winter will find her balls kicked if she so much as breathes a word about this business to anyone.”
“Your diplomacy has always been intolerable.”
With Riot:
"With a breath, she steeled herself, cocked the hammer, stepped into the cabin door, and aimed. A bespectacled man sat in her saloon, reading. His raven hair, streaked with a wing of white, gleamed in the lantern light. Calm brown eyes looked up from the page, ignored her armament, and found her eyes. “Ahoy there.”
“Damn you, Riot.” Isobel scowled. Heart in her throat, she uncocked her revolver and slid it into its holster. “I might have shot you.”
“You might have,” he agreed, shifting his left hand. His own No. 3, hidden by the book, was cocked and ready in his hand.
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And here they were again; sitting in the saloon as if no time at all had passed. The man made her soft.
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Isobel narrowed her eyes. “You were the detective who beat me to Henry’s residence,” she accused.
“I suppose so.”
“The landlady wouldn’t budge. Told me to go find a husband and have children.”
“Is Mrs. Irish still conscious?”
They still manage to impress each other:
Isobel exhaled, and she felt Riot relax in front of her. Bark pressed against her back, and warmth radiated from the man in front. He looked down into her eyes.
“You can throw your voice,” she whispered, impressed.
“A useful skill,” he said quietly. “Where did you learn to run up a wall like that?”
I really like where their relationship is heading :)
“I apologize for knocking your head. I didn’t see you in the cave.”
His fingers stilled in surprise, and he lowered his hand with purpose. “It’s likely the blast more than your skull.”
“My company will do that too.”
Riot looked at her. “Never you, Bel.” His eyes were sharp and clear.
“You haven’t spent enough time with me yet.”
“Not nearly enough,” he agreed, “but I hope to.”