Kate Prada has admitted that her characters write their own stories, and while that does seem plausible seeing that they’re so stubbornly independent, Prada’s voice and style are so strong the story is undeniably hers.
“Wraith,” Prada’s second novel, was released Friday and unfortunately, I had a busy weekend, I would’ve finished it in a day if life didn’t get in the way.
The story is lead by Prada’s signature, a bad-ass female, in this case a femme-fatale on a warpath to take out whomever her boss of the moment deems necessary. She’s a paid gun. A hired assassin. So deadly and legendary she’s only known as “Wraith.”
Another Prada signature is a rough-around the edges leading man, Colt, the head of a southern biker gang – the Horseman. Colt hires “Wraith” to kidnap a member of a rival biker gang. And upon delivery is seduced by her sultry ways before finding out her true identity. Wrong place at the wrong time or wrong place at the right time? Colt’s biker compound is ambushed and Wraith save his ass, and his “brothers.” Together they work to take down the Horsemen’s rivals who have teamed up to form a serious human trafficking ring, moving women locally and across borders.
Normally I probably wouldn’t pick up a book about biker gangs, or human trafficking but that’s the magic of Prada’s writing, you get lost in her storyline waiting to find out what happens next before fully realizing the ugliness of the crimes she brings light to.
Excuse me, tonight I’ll be spending my evening in a rabbit hole of “biker gangs,” “human trafficking” and outdoor bathtubs.