HELLO FRIENDS, I AM BACK WITH ANOTHER RELEASE DAY REVIEW (YAY!) I LOVE RHYS FORD, AND SHE DOES NOT DISAPPOINT WITH HER NEW RELEASE MURDER AND MAYHEM! I HAVE MY REVIEW, LINKS, AND EVEN AN EXCERPT, SO LET'S GET GOIN!
THIS IS THE PERFECT QUOTE FROM DANTE TO ROOK! :) HERE IS MY REVIEW:
Murder and Mayhem by: Rhys Ford
reviewed by: Becky
Dead women tell no tales.
Former cat burglar Rook Stevens stole many a priceless thing in the past, but he’s never been accused of taking a life—until now. It was one thing to find a former associate inside Potter’s Field, his pop culture memorabilia shop, but quite another to stumble across her dead body.
Detective Dante Montoya thought he’d never see Rook Stevens again—not after his former partner’d falsified evidence to entrap the jewelry thief and Stevens walked off scot-free. So when he tackled a fleeing murder suspect, Dante was shocked to discover the blood-covered man was none other than the thief he’d fought to put in prison and who still made his blood sing.
Rook is determined to shake loose the murder charge against him, even if it means putting distance between him and the rugged Cuban-Mexican detective who brought him down. If one dead con artist wasn’t bad enough, others soon follow, and as the bodies pile up around Rook’s feet, he’s forced to reach out to the last man he’d expect to believe in his innocence—and the only man who’s ever gotten under Rook’s skin.
I was so excited to read this book, and boy did it live up to my expectations and then some, Rhys Ford can craft a story that will have you hooked from the start! I loved the premise of this one, and the fact that it kept you guessing while giving you a glimpse into the lives of two men who really need each other!
Rook was a cat burglar, and a damn good one, but never has he been accused of murder, until now that is! Add to that fact that the guy who caught him is one he has history with, Rook is thinking this is a pretty suck-tastic situation! Oh but the body count has just begun, and Dante doesn't have to be an enemy, does he?
I love the transition Rook goes through in this book, you can almost see him struggle not to open his heart and let Dante in, because people leave, betray, and hurt you, don't they? This is a book you will love from cover to cover, and all the twists and turns are wonderful and spellbinding!
I will not give a thing away of course, all I will say is, be ready to be knocked on your ass by the ending of this one! This is a lovely look into the lives of two men that so belong together, and the secondary cast of characters is wonderful as well!
Don't miss Murder and Mayhem friends, this is a re-read shelf book for sure! Thanks Rhys, for giving us a wonderful story, and doing it in a fresh and wonderful way!
the 5 velvet bag of gems rating :)
I DID THIS RATING IN HONOR OF AN UNBELIEVABLE GESTURE! HERE ARE THE DREAMSPINNER LINK, AND AMAZON LINKS, AS WELL AS THE LINK TO THE BOOK ON GOODREADS:
YOU GOTTA GRAB THIS FRIENDS!NOW HERE IS AN EXCERPT FOR YOU:
All Rook could smell was blood.
Hot. Metallic. Dirty. Blood.
It stung his senses, an angry hornets’ nest of odors he couldn’t outrun—even as he pounded down one of Hollywood’s tight back alleys. Rook could hear shouting, piercing rushes of sound caught in the maze of brick, glass, and cement behind him.
A sun-faded aluminum can crinkled when he stepped on it. Folding up over the edge of his high-top, it clung to his foot for a stride before gravity dislodged it. Nearly tripping over his own feet, Rook stumbled, then caught himself with a grab at a rolling trash can, tipping the enormous black receptacle to the ground. Garbage poured out of the heavy bin, foul, sticky liquids gushing out from its depths, and as Rook jigged around the stream, he was very aware of the sounds of footsteps closing in on him.
He’d be damned if he let them catch him.
The river of garbage he could outrun. The blood was something else. It coated his hands and then his pants when he tried to wipe them clean. The bottom of his shoes were probably clotted thick with it from walking through the dark pool he’d found on his store’s main floor, driving the drying, viscous fluid deep into the grooves of his faded black Chucks.
A groaning drew him deeper into the store then. He wasn’t sure where it’d come from, but Rook would swear on a pack of Bibles signed by God himself, he heard it. It was a rattling sigh that made him pause and look again. His curiosity would be the death of him, Hawkins once told him.
Which was absolutely, ridiculously true, because when he came around the corner of the display case filled with horror flick memorabilia, he stepped directly on a dead woman’s hand.
And his curiosity laughed its fool head off as it dumped him into another mess of trouble.
He didn’t need any more light than the faint glow of emergency LEDs built into the bottom of the cases to see she was dead. It was as obvious as the life-sized Chewbacca statue standing a few feet away from where she lay splayed out. No one could survive what he’d seen. There’d been nothing left of her stomach and chest. Washed over silver from the curacao blue LEDs, her flesh lay in chunks across the floor, a profane slaughter of skin and meat leaving her insides spilling out in ribbons of dank meat and ichor.
There was a flicker of recognition in the small part of Rook’s brain that still worked, a sensory overload hot enough to crackle his nerves. He knew the woman—had argued with her, bitched about how she’d cheated him and, worse, cursed her to hell when she’d run off with one of the largest takes he’d ever brought in.
Her doll-like face was cracked open and bruised, the enormous cornflower-blue eyes she used to gull easy marks flat and blank, staring up at the store’s high ceiling. She lay on her side, her arms awkwardly thrust out in front of her. Her legs were spread apart and bent at the knee, forcing her tight skirt up nearly to her hips. He’d reached out to tug at her skirt hem, not thinking about anything other than giving her some dignity in death, and drew his hand back when he felt a wetness spread over his palm. Something in her torn-apart corpse must have collapsed, because Dani’s body tumbled forward, and Rook made a grab for her, as if catching Dani would save her from further pain.
That was how he was found, arms full of dead woman and skin painted with her still warm blood.
A hot, burning glow flooded the store, and Rook pulled back, startled enough to drop Dani to the floor with a wet splat. He didn’t have time to take a breath before the front windows exploded and silhouettes poured in, too many to count in the blur of panic and fright.
He did see the guns, though. And felt the whisper of a bullet shear past his exposed cheek.
HOLY CRAP RIGHT? OH MY DEARS, YOU HAVE NOOOO IDEA! THANKS FOR JOINING ME FOR MY REVIEW OF MURDER AND MAYHEM, NOW GO READ IT! ;P