Another Alex Barnaby tale, this time based around the Stock Car world of on/off lover, Max Hooker. Lightly technical stuff is dispensed as the excuse for a plot which is enlivened by several deceased characters, the threat of deceasement (Why not? I haven’t invented a new word for days!) to the heroes and heroines and many chases in and around Miami.
The baddies are bad, the goodies are good and the goodies win, as they should.
Hooker is totally incorrigible. “Hooker kissed me, and somehow, when I wasn’t paying attention, his hand had wandered to my breast. Turns out race-car drivers also aren’t good with no. No isn’t a word they entirely comprehend.”
Evanovich is still light, trite, full of commas and very fluffy but her books are a fun way to spend an hour or two.
Having taken Stephanie Plum to, and possibly over, the top, Evanovich has moved to Florida and found a new heroine. Alex Barnaby is looking for her disappeared brother but her interaction with Stock Car driver Sam Hooker is the main story line. Not quite as mysterious as Plum’s Ranger but quite as super dominant male, Hooker is irresistibly male and not averse to a little adventure.
From Miami to Cuba and back again, with Gold and Mysterious Cargo and determinedly evil crooks, Alex is able to hold her own with everything that is thrown at her. While she does relax back into a ladylike persona to allow Hooker to do his masculine things and continually save her from the baddies, one gets the feeling this is just a sop to the males around her and that she could have quite easily coped all on her own.
This is light, trite and great fun. Chick-lit for the masses.