Naked in Death, J.D. Robb
Lieutenant Eve Dallas is back and fighting crime in futuristic New York. I’m head over heels for her Irish lover and billionaire compadre Roark, (straight out of an Ayn Rand novel!) She is confronted by a serial killer of prostitutes. Prostitution is now legal, the oldest profession in the world has new rules and new respect. An interesting concept, and likely not to far from a future reality. This time it not surprisingly involves a crooked politician and his dastardly supporters. . . and gets into some pretty grim ground with child abuse, and resulting damage to the resulting adults. It is a page turner, and kept me riveted, no wandering here.
Back to the Bedroom, Janet Evanovich
This is the newest series for Evanovich, actually a resurrection of some of her older works, re-edited and updated a touch. This is light but fun fare, and for those of us eternally hopeful romantics, the idea that our beloved could be a lottery winner, creative cartoonist soon to be syndicated, a gentleman at all times, and still light our fire beneath the covers works! The leading lady is a top cellist with the symphony dedicated almost exclusively to her art, except when she meets her neighbor and falls fast and hard (gee that sounds familiar!) She is sure he is all wrong for her, but can’t seem to resist and he is certain she is all right for him and pursues to that goal. It is a lovely tale and a quick read.
