I'm not even going to try and figure out a star rating for this one. It started out around a 4, ended up close to a 1 and flailed around the whole way between like the whacky waving inflatable tube man.
I didn't set out to read this book. I was paging through titles on the kindle, opening stuff at near random and reading a line or two, and next thing I knew I was a ways into this.
Analyzed on the ingredients this is very much up my alley. The characters, the crime focus, the setting, the era. But it's so inconsistent. I've read much worse in terms of pacing, but there were countless times I wish they'd just get on with it. Having sufficient involvement in a police investigation when your MCs are not police is difficult, so I can cut a bit of slack there.
What's frustrating is the inconsistency. Good writing and horrible stilted melodrama in close proximity. Some of it comes close to parody. I can get behind melodrama, but if you're going to go that route, you have to go whole hog. Melodrama is not something that works in moderation. I'd say the writing was mixed throughout, but the proportion of bad to good tilted further and further to the bad side as the book went on. I had to force myself to skim all the excessive caricature that goes on incomprehensibly for pages after the murders are resolved. It read like the worst sort of fanfic by that point.
Characterization is also inconsistent, Jonty and Orlando come off as the worst sort of cliched trope characters occasionally, but they're not even the same tropes from page to page. Orlando is like some yaoi uke sometimes, and I like the sexually naive scientist/mathematician trope, but it was straining credulity and getting on my nerves here. And Jonty being all, oh if only Orlando comes to save me, when the show down comes was just all kinds of WTF.
And OMG, "he giggled", adult humans don't giggle. Babies and toddlers giggle. So who finds giggling sexy? You do the math. There are copious references to Jonty (who's supposed to be the more worldly and muscular one) giggling. That would have been a DNF in a longer book.
I'd say this book was a hot mess, but without the hot. More like what's left after a hot mess cools to room temperature.
Now "hot" is a loaded term when discussing any variety of romance, and the spicy/sexy/erotica hot isn't what I mean, though that's not here either. I don't actually like sex scenes in novels, they don't interest me. Fade to black is just fine. So I'm not put out at the lack of erotic content. But the author does something here I've never seen before. There are an amazing number of gay sex scenes here in a book that works harder to avoid mentioning penis than a priest in a police station. Instead of erotic descriptions, or fade-to-black, the author manages to cloak the actual mechanics of who did what to who behind a veil of people thinking about their feelings about sex, which is surprisingly annoying.
So why can't I just give it a one or a two and move on? There is good mixed in with the bad here, and my particular favored mix of m/m elements seems rare enough that I may give Cochrane another shot. This series has over a dozen installments, surely it improved? Maybe she at least stops using "giggle"? I don't know, one can only hope.