The One by John Marrs

Nothing says modern romance quite like mailing your DNA to strangers and hoping for emotional stability.

I just finished The One, and forget about needles ... my new fear is science-sponsored soulmates.

The premise is simple, which is exactly why it is so creepy. A company discovers that your DNA can identify your perfect romantic match. Your soulmate. Your one true love. Your happily ever after, conveniently delivered through a cheek swab and a database.

This book takes the modern obsession with dating apps, compatibility algorithms, personality quizzes, and “the universe meant for us to be together” energy and shoves it straight off a cliff. Because once society decides DNA matching is scientifically accurate, people stop questioning anything. Marriages implode. Relationships disintegrate. People abandon perfectly decent partners because “the science says otherwise.” Entire lives get rearranged because a lab report basically said, “Congratulations, this stranger is now your destiny.”

The crazy thing is it feels believable. Not futuristic-flying-cars believable. More like “I could absolutely see people doing this by next Tuesday” believable.

The real genius of the book is the mind games. Nobody here is a cartoon villain cackling in the shadows. They are regular people with regular insecurities making increasingly horrifying choices because they are desperate to protect their secrets. And EVERYBODY has secrets. Every single character is carrying emotional baggage like the airline stopped charging baggage fees entirely.

Take the serial killer storyline. This book looked at “DNA soulmates” and decided it still needed MORE nightmare fuel. One character is literally running around murdering women because he wants to reach a personal goal number. Not revenge. Not rage. Just… statistics. Like he turned homicide into a fitness tracker achievement. The scariest part is how calm and matter-of-fact he is about it.

The whole book has this unsettling undercurrent about people handing over responsibility for their choices to systems. The DNA company turns love into data. Society worships the results unquestioningly. Characters ignore giant red flags because “The One” is supposedly fate. Meanwhile, basic common sense packs a suitcase and quietly leaves the building.

It raises some genuinely uncomfortable questions:

If science proved someone was your soulmate, would you leave your spouse?
Would people mistake certainty for love?
Do we actually want truth, or do we just want reassurance?

And maybe most importantly:

Should we really be trusting strangers with our DNA when some of us still use “password123”?

By the end, I was equal parts fascinated, horrified, and deeply suspicious of every ancestry test commercial I have ever seen.

This novel had a slow start for me, but I'm giving it four stars for emotional damage. 

No Man's Land by David Baldacci (John Puller #4)

 Officially, Puller was told not to investigate. Unofficially? ‘Try not to get murdered.’

I finished listening to No Man’s Land by David Baldacci this morning, and this one was five stars all the way.

My Steven, who actually retired from the military and therefore insists on things like “accuracy” and “realistic procedures,” insisted portions of this book were not how any of this would work in real life. Meanwhile, I was over here happily singing, “That's why it's fiction, Steven! ” Because John Puller charging headfirst into danger while everyone around him delivers vague warnings and unofficial orders is exactly what I signed up for.

At the beginning, Puller learns that his father, a respected military figure, may have been involved in the disappearance of Puller’s mother thirty years earlier. Officially, he’s told not to investigate. Unofficially, it feels a lot more like, “Definitely don’t investigate this… but maybe take some leave, quietly poke around, and try not to get murdered.” My kind of logic. And the deeper Puller digs, the messier everything becomes.

That was my favorite thing about this book: Every assumption gets ripped apart. The person everyone believed was evil incarnate ... not so much. The serial killer story everyone accepted for decades ... also ... not so much. The seemingly shallow woman who appears to have ulterior motives ... not so much. Turns out there’s a lot more going on there too.

Nobody is exactly who they first appear to be, and Baldacci keeps shifting the reader’s perspective just enough to make you question every conclusion right alongside Puller. What starts as a cold-case family mystery slowly turns into a tangled web of military secrets, corruption, buried trauma, and people who have spent decades protecting dangerous lies.

And somehow, despite all that complexity, it never became hard to follow. The tension just kept building layer by layer until suddenly I was completely invested in uncovering what really happened to Puller’s mother. And listening to an audiobook while I wasn't in the car.

Paul Rogers was another standout character for me. Fresh out of prison and absolutely uninterested in behaving like a properly grateful parolee, he brought this unpredictable energy to every scene he was in. I never fully trusted him, but I never fully disliked him either, which made him far more interesting than a standard troubled ex-con character. 

Also, a well-deserved shout-out to the audiobook production team because they absolutely nailed this. The dual narration was excellent, and the occasional sound effects added tension without turning the whole thing into an overdramatic radio play. At this point, I’ve come to expect top-tier audiobook production from Baldacci adaptations, and once again they delivered.

This book reminded me why the John Puller series works so well. There’s action, there are conspiracies. There are moments where real military professionals probably clutch their temples in despair. But underneath all of that is a genuinely compelling emotional story about family, loyalty, memory, and the danger of believing easy narratives.

Also, apparently if John Puller followed actual military procedure, this book would’ve been four hundred pages of paperwork and denied requests, so I think fiction made the correct choice here.

In Her Own League by Liz Tomforde

Yes yes, congratulations on the sweating. Anyway, back to the baseball franchise politics.

I am not usually a romance reader. At all. My reading habits generally involve serial killers, conspiracies, missing persons, corrupt officials, or at minimum somebody uncovering dark family secrets in a creepy small town. Romance novels and I tend to look at each other across the room with mutual suspicion. But I actually enjoyed this one. Part of that is because the book has an actual storyline beyond two attractive people staring aggressively at each other for 400 pages.

Reese is the new female owner of the Windy City Warriors MLB team, which means she spends most of the book trying to survive in a world where everyone assumes she is unqualified before she even opens her mouth. She has to constantly prove herself while dealing with players, management, media pressure, and all the lovely sexism that comes with being a woman in charge of a professional baseball franchise.

That immediately gave the story something real to work with.

Then there is Emmett Montgomery, the team’s field manager. Naturally, they hate each other at first because apparently romance novels run on a strict federal enemies-to-lovers requirement. But in this case, the conflict actually made sense. They both care deeply about the team, they clash over leadership and control, and as they slowly start understanding each other, the relationship develops naturally instead of feeling forced. The romance grew out of the story instead of replacing the story.

I also appreciated that Reese felt like an actual competent adult with real pressure on her shoulders rather than a female character whose entire personality is “tiny but stubborn.” She was ambitious, frustrated, determined, and exhausted from constantly having to fight for credibility. Honestly, half the time I was more invested in whether she could survive baseball politics than whether the romance worked out.

Now. We do need to discuss the sweaty elephant in the room.

My opinion on explicit romance scenes remains unchanged. They still do absolutely nothing for me. I skimmed them with the speed and efficiency of someone escaping a burning building. Congratulations to everybody involved, but I would personally like to return to the baseball franchise drama immediately.

That said, even with the scenes I could have done without, I still genuinely liked this book.

I think sports romance works better for me than a lot of romance subgenres because there are actual external stakes involved. There is competition, pressure, career conflict, public image, leadership struggles, and team dynamics. Things are happening besides longing eye contact and emotional spiraling in artisanal coffee shops.

So while I probably will not suddenly transform into a full-time romance reader, In Her Own League definitely proved that if you give me a strong storyline, a capable female lead, and enough workplace chaos, I can be persuaded. Briefly.

Missing Molly by Natalie Barelli

A thriller without urgency is just people making questionable decisions for 300 pages.

I really wanted to enjoy Missing Molly because the premise had all the ingredients for a tense, fast-paced thriller: a missing girl living under a new identity, a murdered family, the wrong man imprisoned for the crime, and the terrifying possibility that the real killer has resurfaced years later. Unfortunately, while the setup was compelling, the execution never fully pulled me in.

Rachel Holloway, who is revealed to be the missing Molly Forster, was difficult for me to connect with as a protagonist. Many of her choices felt unrealistic and frustrating rather than suspenseful. At one point, knowing the real killer may have returned, she still invites him into her home around her boyfriend and young child. Instead of increasing the tension, moments like this pulled me out of the story because her actions often did not feel emotionally believable.

I also struggled with the pacing. For a thriller, the story lacked the urgency and suspense I was expecting. I kept waiting for the tension to build, but I never felt that “just one more chapter” momentum that usually keeps me glued to a thriller late into the night. Ironically, I found myself more interested in what happened during the years Molly spent in hiding than in the present-day storyline itself.

The psychiatric hospital subplot also felt more like a convenient way to create conflict than a natural progression of the story. Combined with Rachel’s increasingly erratic behavior and an unsupportive relationship with her boyfriend, it became difficult to emotionally invest in the characters or their choices.

That said, I can still appreciate the potential behind the concept, and I think readers who enjoy slower-paced domestic suspense with unreliable or emotionally unstable narrators may connect with this more than I did. Unfortunately, I never felt fully engaged, surprised, or emotionally invested in the outcome.

Overall, this one landed at 2 stars for me. I finished it mostly out of determination rather than genuine suspense, which is never quite what I hope for in a thriller.

Thank you to NetGalley and Poisoned Pen Press for providing me with an advance review copy in exchange for an honest review.

Dark Country by Adam Plantingo (Kurt Argento #3)

Nothing good ever comes from minding your own business in a thriller novel.

I started reading Dark Country this morning, picked it up again this evening, and suddenly it was somehow nighttime and I had somehow read the entire thing. Apparently laundry, responsibilities, and basic time awareness no longer exist once Kurt Argento enters the picture.

Kurt is hiding out from his past, working as a groundskeeper at a small-town church under a fake name and trying very hard to stay invisible. Naturally, that plan explodes the moment a teenage boy comes tearing across church property with two goons chasing him. From there, the story turns into a relentless cross-country pursuit as Kurt tries to keep the boy alive long enough to figure out why anyone would want him dead in the first place.

And that question absolutely drives this book: Why this kid?

The urgency in this story was palpable. Every chapter pushed me into “just one more chapter” territory until I finally gave up pretending I was going to stop reading. I was completely invested in the boy’s safety and welfare. At seventeen, he has already survived more trauma than most adults, having grown up in war-torn Syria, and now he is being hunted by absolute psychopaths. The emotional weight of that really landed for me.

The kid himself was written extremely well. He was smart, capable, morally grounded, and believable. His background as a track star came in very handy during the chase scenes, and I appreciated that he felt like an actual teenager instead of a plot device.

Kurt was easily my favorite part of the book. Any man willing to take a bullet for a kid he barely knows is going to earn points with me immediately. He reminded me a bit of Jack Reacher and John Puller, men who do the right thing even when it would be much easier, and much safer, not to. I also loved his dry humor, which balanced out some of the darker moments perfectly.

These villains are horrifying. They are truly some of the most disturbing psychopaths I have read in a thriller in a long time. Skinning people is apparently one of their hobbies, which puts them firmly in the category of People I Don't Want to Meet Ever. There are several scenes involving violence, torture, and graphic deaths, so readers should definitely keep the content warnings in mind.

The reveal behind why the boy was being hunted completely floored me. I won’t spoil it, but let’s just say this book did absolutely nothing to improve my trust in unscheduled medical procedures.

My one small critique involved Visser, the lawyer. He was deeply unlikeable in exactly the way he was supposed to be: greedy, narcissistic, and awful. I wasn’t sure we needed to know that he hated the butler, an educated Black man. That said, I thoroughly enjoyed how that particular subplot paid off in the end.

Overall, this was an easy five stars for me. The pacing was relentless, the stakes felt real, the emotional investment was strong, and the central mystery kept me hooked from beginning to end. I would absolutely recommend this to fans of Lee Child, David Baldacci, and James Patterson, especially readers who enjoy lone-wolf protectors, fast-moving action, and thrillers built around one irresistible question:

Why are they after this kid?

A special thank you to Grand Central Publishing for providing this book for review consideration via NetGalley. 

Book Bouquets

I spent the afternoon with my sister and she taught me how to make book bouquets. All I need now is a glue gun and some plastic flowers. Heaven knows I have plenty of books! 

The Escape by David Baldacci (John Puller #3)

Apparently my fictional comfort zone is competent men with family trauma solving problems while everyone else makes terrible decisions.

I finished listening to The Escape by David Baldacci. I don't know what I can even say at this point that I have not already said about this series.

The narration team was fantastic. Again.

The occasional sound effects enhanced the story instead of making me feel like I was trapped inside a low-budget action movie. Again.

John Puller remains one of my favorite fictional men because he is intelligent, loyal, emotionally restrained, capable under pressure, and apparently incapable of walking away from a disaster if there is even a slight chance he can help. Again.

And perhaps most telling of all: I immediately checked out No Man’s Land, book four in the series, before I had even fully processed the ending.

That is always the real review, isn’t it? Nobody finishes a mediocre thriller and says, “You know what sounds great? Eleven more hours of this!”

In my last review, I mentioned that John’s brother, Robert, was in prison after being convicted of treason, and I specifically said I needed more information about that situation. Well. Ask and ye shall receive!

This is the book that finally explains what happened to Robert Puller, why he ended up in prison, and what the Puller family is willing to do about it. That storyline added a whole new emotional layer to the series for me. Up until now, Robert has mostly existed as this shadow hanging over the family, the elephant in the room sitting quietly in the background. Here, everything finally comes crashing into the spotlight.

One thing I continue to appreciate about this series is how consistent it feels. Some thriller series start strong and then slowly drift into cartoon territory where the main character survives fourteen explosions, fights off an army with a paperclip, and somehow still has time for witty banter. The Puller books stay grounded enough that the danger feels real while still being wildly entertaining.

And Puller himself is a huge reason why these books work for me. He is competent without being smug, tough without being emotionless, and deeply loyal to the people he cares about. Underneath all the military precision and investigative skills, there is still a guy trying to hold his fractured family together while navigating impossible situations. 

The audiobook production deserves another shoutout too. A good narrator can save an average book, but a great narration team can elevate an already good one into something immersive. The performances here continue to pull me right into the tension, and the subtle sound effects add atmosphere without overdoing it. It feels cinematic in the best way.

So yes, once again, I loved it. Once again, John Puller is awesome. And once again, I have immediately lined up the next book because apparently I live here now.

Teacher Appreciation Week

A gift from my boss
Thank you, Mrs. Wilczak!

 

18th Abduction by James Patterson and Maxine Paetro (Women's Murder Club #18)

Nothing says ‘adulting’ like ignoring responsibilities for fictional crime.

I went into 18th Abduction thinking I’d read a few chapters and be a responsible adult. That did not happen. Instead, I read the entire book in one day, because apparently I make excellent life choices when a Women’s Murder Club novel is involved.

This one starts off with two separate cases that feel like they shouldn’t even be in the same universe. Lindsay is working a deeply unsettling case involving three missing teachers. It's high stakes, emotional, and the kind that immediately pulls you in. Meanwhile, Joe is dealing with a Serbian criminal who has somehow landed in San Francisco, living like a king and basically daring law enforcement to do something about it.

Naturally, I assumed these were just parallel storylines. And naturally, I was wrong. Because when those two cases connect it’s the kind of connection that makes you stop and say, “Ooooh noooo.” And suddenly everything feels bigger, darker, and a whole lot more personal.

My favorite part of this book, though, isn’t even the twist. It’s Joe and Lindsay. In this one, they’re not just passing each other in the kitchen and exchanging dramatic one-liners about their cases. They are fully invested in their own investigations and in each other. They come home, they talk things through, they respect each other’s instincts, and instead of creating tension, it actually strengthens their relationship.  There’s this quiet shift where it’s not about ego or who cracks the case first. It’s about trust. Real trust. The kind that makes you believe they’re better together than they are apart, both personally and professionally. (Mr. Patterson and Ms. Paetro, it's about time!)

Don’t get me wrong. The pacing is classic Patterson (fast, addictive, and very bad for your productivity), and the stakes are high from start to finish. But it’s that combination of a gripping plot and a stronger, more grounded partnership between Joe and Lindsay that really made this one stand out for me. Five stars. No hesitation.

Just maybe don’t start it on a day when you have things to do… unless you’re okay not doing any of them.

The Love Trials by Claire Fraise (Phantom Minds #1)

 Love is pain...but this is ridiculous!

I picked up The Love Trials for my book club reading thinking I was getting a thriller with a paranormal twist. What I got instead was emotional damage, psychological chaos, and a man out here turning relationships into horror games that make therapy look like a luxury spa day.

The setup is simple enough on paper (which is hilarious, because nothing about this book is simple). Serial killers don’t just die and stay gone. Instead, their ghosts come back, possess random everyday people, and keep right on killing until a specialist team can figure out what’s anchoring them to the world.

This particular case involves Morrow, a serial killer who died but clearly did not take “rest in peace” as a suggestion. He had been engaged, got dumped, and apparently decided that was not just a personal tragedy but a full-scale indictment of love itself. So naturally, he starts kidnapping couples and forcing them into “love trials.” And when I say trials, I do not mean trust falls or communication exercises. I mean things like: whichever of you pulls out the most of your own teeth with pliers gets to live. Romance is not dead. It’s just deeply unwell. And yes, it is as horrifying as it sounds.

The thing about this book is that it lives in that very specific space where you know you should probably stop reading, but your brain refuses to cooperate. I kept thinking, okay, I should take a break from this, and then immediately did not take a break from this. It’s a full “one more chapter” situation that somehow turns into half the book disappearing. I read it in two sittings and lost more sleep than I should have.

Strip away the romance, and what you’re left with is a genuinely mind-bending paranormal thriller. The idea that the “killer” is technically a possessed victim adds this uncomfortable moral layer where you’re not just chasing a monster, you’re also trying to save the person trapped by it. The possession element isn’t just a gimmick; it forces you to constantly question what’s real, who’s in control, and how far the team has to go to stop something that keeps changing hosts.

Morrow himself is particularly unsettling because his logic is so human at the core. Rejection, bitterness, and ego twisted into something absolute. His “love trials” aren’t random acts of violence. They’re structured, intentional, and designed to prove that love will fail under pressure. Which makes Nico and Eden’s storyline, once they start being honest with themselves and each other, feel like a long rebuttal to his entire worldview. He says love is fragile; they keep proving it’s stubborn.

And yes, I knew they were going to make it. This is book one in a series (Phantom Minds #1), so I wasn’t exactly clutching my pearls over their survival. But that didn’t make the journey any less intense. The question was never if they would get through it, but what it would cost them to do so.

I’ll admit, I could have done without the steamy scenes. They make sense in the context of targeting couples, but tonally it’s a bit like switching from “existential paranormal horror” to “romance montage” and then back again without warning. Slight whiplash.

Still, I couldn’t put it down. I didn’t want to stop. I just kept reading faster and faster, which is probably not the most rational response to a book involving ghost serial killers and pliers-based relationship tests, but here we are. So yes, it’s a train wreck. A brilliant, horrifying, slightly unhinged train wreck. And I absolutely loved it.

Now I just need book two. Immediately. 

The 17th Suspect by James Patterson and Maxine Paetro (Women's Murder Club #17)

Some victims get justice. Others get ignored. This book makes you feel the difference.

I made the classic mistake: “I’ll just read a few chapters.” Cut to several hours later, and if I were home, the dishes would still be in the sink, my responsibilities ignored, and I finished The 17th Suspect in one sitting. Worth it.

This one runs on two storylines, and both of them grab you for very different reasons.

First, there’s Michael. He is a man targeting homeless people in a park while the homicide department for that section of the city basically shrugs. I was right there with Lindsay in the frustration. Watching investigators drag their feet while victims are treated like they don’t matter was infuriating. Especially when new detectives step in and start making real progress almost immediately. Funny how that works when someone actually does their job. 

It hits a little too close to reality, too. The idea that cases move faster when the victims are “important” is not exactly a stretch, and the book doesn’t try to pretend otherwise.

I was shocked when I discovered who Michael was. Patterson played it just straight enough that I thought I had a handle on things. I wanted to flip back and see what I missed. 

Then there’s Yuki’s case, which takes a completely different angle. She is prosecuting a male rape case that could shift how these cases are handled in court. It’s not something you see explored often, and it adds a layer of weight to the story that goes beyond just solving a crime. The outcome actually matters, not just for the people involved, but for what it represents.

What really made this a five-star read for me wasn’t just the pacing (which is classic Patterson—fast, addictive, “just one more chapter” energy). It was the emotional punch behind it. The anger. The injustice. The sense that some lives are valued more than others - and what happens when someone decides to do something about it.

Five stars, easily. Just don’t expect to be productive once you start.

The Forgotten by David Baldacci (John Puller #2)

 I planned a casual listen. Baldacci planned a hostage situation.

I picked up The Forgotten by David Baldacci as my latest “commute listen,” fully expecting it to live its entire life in my car speakers like most audiobooks do. You know the type ... perfectly enjoyable, but once you turn off the ignition, so does your interest. That did not happen here.

This is the second book in the John Puller series, and somewhere along the way, Baldacci pulled a fast one on me. I started out invested in the case; it’s twisty and tense. But without making a big show of it, he quietly built a character I trusted, like Jack Reacher, but still in the service.

John Puller is that guy. The steady, grounded, morally solid kind of character you want on your side when things go sideways. What really worked for me is that his decisions aren’t always about what’s legal. They’re about what’s right. And when those two things don’t line up? Puller makes the call anyway. No drama, no speeches, just…does the job.

And then Baldacci layered in the twist. I had a pretty good handle on most of the villains (which always makes me feel slightly smug), but the involvement of dirty cops I did not see coming. That shift raises the stakes in a way that hits harder, because now it’s not just about stopping bad people; it’s about figuring out who you can even trust. 

Now let’s talk audiobook, because this one deserves it.

There are two narrators (one male, one female) and it makes a huge difference. No confusion, no “who is this again?” moments. Add in some subtle background effects, and suddenly you’re not just listening, you’re right there in the tension with them. It’s immersive, which is exactly how I like it. I didn’t stop even when I got home.

I kept listening. Through dinner. Through the evening while I decided to repot some plants. Through that little voice that said, “You could finish this tomorrow like a reasonable person.” I ignored that voice completely and listened to the last three hours straight through. That almost never happens for me.

So yes, this is a five-star novel. Not just because the story is strong (it is), or because the twist landed (it did), or even because Puller is now firmly in my “favorite characters” category (he is). It’s five stars because it broke out of its designated “commute only” box and took over my evening. And I’m not even mad about it.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve already borrowed book three… and I’m suddenly hoping for traffic.

Vortex by Catherine Counter (FBI Thriller #25)

Jumping into book #25 of any long-running series is a bit like walking into a family reunion and realizing you only recognize two cousins.

I just finished Vortex by Catherine Coulter, and overall, I landed on a solid four stars on my slightly snarky rating system: Good, solid read, and I laughed more than I eye-rolled.

Now, I’ve read a couple books in this series before (years ago) but not nearly enough to confidently stroll into book #25 like I belong there. And this series does have history. You can feel it in the interactions between some of the characters.

Savich and Sherlock are still some of the most memorable character names out there. No notes. Love them. Apparently they have a son, Sean. Like I said, I missed a few in the series.

I did get a bit disconnected in this one. This is technically an FBI thriller, but I never quite felt that edge-of-your-seat urgency I usually expect from the genre. The stakes were there, the crimes were happening, but the pacing didn’t quite match the intensity I was hoping for. It felt more like a steady cruise than a high-speed chase.

And then there were the two storylines. They didn’t really connect. At all. Which left me wondering, are Savich and Sherlock not really working together anymore? Because one of the things I remember liking about this series was their partnership. That back-and-forth, solving-the-same-case energy. Here, it felt more like they were off doing their own separate things in the same general universe.

To be fair, this is book twenty-five. At this point, it makes sense that the world has expanded, side characters have stepped up, and the storytelling has shifted a bit. But as someone who clearly missed a lot of the middle, it did leave me feeling like I showed up late to the party and everyone else already knows the inside jokes.

Still, it was a solid read. Entertaining, easy to pick up when life gets busy, and engaging enough to keep me turning the pages even if I wasn’t exactly on the edge of my seat.

Would I recommend starting here? Absolutely not. I will read another one at some point, just maybe not book #26.

Murder Unabridged by PJ Nelson

If your newly inherited bookshop has a repeat body problem…maybe it’s not the business, it’s the building.

I gave Murder Unabridged by PJ Nelson a solid 4 stars. This is firmly in my “laughed more than I eye-rolled” category, and exactly the kind of cozy mystery I reach for when life gets busy but I still want something fun and engaging.

The story follows Maddy, who inherits a bookshop from the previous owner and distant relative, Rose. When an elderly man arrives claiming to have known and loved Rose, Maddy reluctantly lets him stay the night ... only for him to turn up dead the next morning. What initially seems like an unfortunate natural death quickly turns into a murder investigation with Maddy as the only obvious suspect. With few options, she takes matters into her own hands and begins investigating to clear her name.

The plot is classic cozy mystery with a fun twist. It is a locked-room style situation that kept me guessing. I didn’t see the culprit coming, and the motivation behind it added an extra layer of intrigue without getting too heavy for the genre.

The characters were one of the highlights for me. From Billy, the small-town cop who’s sharper than he first appears, to Tanya, the local conspiracy theorist who adds just the right amount of craziness, the cast felt lively and entertaining. Maddy herself is a strong, likable main character, and her humor really carries the story. There were multiple moments where I had to stop myself from laughing out loud. Never over-the-top, but perfectly timed.

What I appreciated most was how easy this book was to pick up and get lost in. As a teacher nearing the end of the school year, my reading time is scattered at best, but this was the kind of story I could jump back into anytime and immediately feel pulled in. It played out vividly in my head, which always makes for a more immersive read.

In terms of content, this is very much a traditional cozy mystery: no profanity, no explicit content, very light romance, and minimal on-page violence. The only potential content note (outside of the central murder) is that Maddy’s parents passed away when she was young, but it’s not handled in a heavy or distressing way.

If I had one small critique, it’s that my practical brain occasionally popped in to ask questions, like how Maddy is managing everyday life while running around investigating, but that’s a minor quibble and pretty easy to set aside in a story like this. The focus here is clearly on the mystery and the characters, and both deliver.

Overall, Murder Unabridged is a cozy, entertaining read with a strong cast, a clever mystery, and just the right amount of humor. It’s perfect for fans of lighthearted whodunits, especially those who love bookish settings and small-town charm.

This is a “curl up with a blanket on a rainy evening” kind of book, and I’d happily read more if this turns into a series. A special thank you to St. Martin's Press/Minotaur Books for providing this book for review consideration via NetGalley. 

Rage by Linda Castillo (Kate Burkholder #17)

Read in one sitting...almost.

 

I just finished Rage by Linda Castillo, and this one grabbed me by the collar and did not let go. Five stars, no hesitation. This was almost a one-sitting read. The only thing that pulled me away was the inconvenient human need for food. {heavy sigh}

First, let’s talk about the title, because I went in expecting anger, violence, maybe some explosive tempers. Instead, I learned something new: Amish teens sometimes throw impromptu parties called “rages.” And this particular rage came with big consequences. 

From that one party, everything spirals into secrets, danger, and the kind of trouble that doesn’t politely knock before barging in. And once it starts, the pacing just goes. There’s no lull, no “safe place to stop,” just that constant pull of “one more chapter”… which is how you end up ignoring responsibilities and questioning your life choices around dinner time.

One of the reasons I keep coming back to this series is Kate Burkholder. She’s easily one of my favorite characters, and in this book, she gets banged up quite a bit. The bad guys do not take it easy on her, and I found myself wincing more than once.

Thankfully, John Tomasetti is right there with her, and he's another favorite. What I love about these two is how they work together. They talk through cases, they trust each other, and they respect each other enough to let the other do their job. There’s concern, sure, but no over-the-top drama or ridiculous demands. Just two people who care about each other, trust and respect each other, and know exactly who they’re dealing with. It’s refreshing.

I’ll admit, I suspected what was going on pretty early. But that didn’t take anything away from the story. If anything, it added a different kind of tension, watching Kate piece it all together, step by step, while I was sitting there thinking, “Oh no… please don’t let it be that.” Because I really don’t want to believe certain things can happen in tiny, rural, seemingly innocent communities.

That contrast is where this book really shines. Quiet setting, dark reality, and the reminder that trouble doesn’t care how peaceful a place looks on the surface.

This story would have kept me up too late. The only reason it didn’t is because I started it early enough to finish before I completely wrecked my sleep schedule. Note to self: Do this more often. 

Imposter by LJ Ross (Alexander Gregory #1)

I suspected everyone… which, as it turns out, was both impressive and completely useless.

I just finished Imposter by LJ Ross, and this one falls squarely into my “solid, satisfying read” category.

First, the setting. The story takes place in County Mayo, Ireland, and the descriptions alone made me want to pack a bag and go stare dramatically at the countryside for a while. It sounds absolutely gorgeous ... rugged, atmospheric, and just a little bit eerie, which is exactly what you want in a book like this.

We follow Dr. Alexander Gregory, a psychiatrist specializing in criminal profiling, who’s brought in to help with a case. So naturally, things stay calm, rational, and completely professional ... just kidding. He takes the job home with him in the worst possible way: Nightmares. 

I really enjoyed the mystery itself. I spent the entire book suspicious of basically everyone. If there was a character on the page, I had a mental file open on them. Motive? Probably. Opportunity? Definitely. Vibes? Questionable at best. And yet… I still didn’t land on the actual villain.

It’s a tricky balance, keeping the reader guessing without making the ending feel like it came out of nowhere, and this one managed it. The reveal worked, even if it made me question all my detective instincts (which were clearly thriving in the wrong direction).

That said, this wasn’t a “stay up until 2 a.m. because I need answers immediately” kind of book. It didn’t quite hit that obsessive, can’t-put-it-down level. But it did keep me engaged, entertained, and happily guessing the whole way through.

With my slightly snarky rating system, this lands at a solid four stars. A good, enjoyable read with a mystery that actually does its job, even if it made me look wildly incompetent as a detective.

Little Child Gone by Stacy Green (Nikki Hunt #10)

Two gripping storylines… and one that was unnecessary.

I just finished Little Child Gone by Stacy Green, and this lands solidly at four stars on my slightly snarky rating system. I didn’t lose sleep over it, but it was a strong, steady thriller that kept me engaged the whole way through with two standout storylines and one that… didn’t quite earn its keep.

The story weaves together multiple threads, which is always a bit of a gamble. Here, we have three: the discovery of two skeletons in a farmhouse being renovated, the disappearance of Taylor Hall, and a separate case involving a missing teenager named Eli Robertson.

Let’s start with what worked, because when this book works, it really works.

The farmhouse skeletons and Taylor’s disappearance are beautifully done. There’s a slow unraveling of the past that ties into the present in a way that feels both natural and surprising. I had my suspicions early on that the family from the prologue was connected to the farmhouse, but the way that thread ultimately ties into Taylor’s case caught me off guard. It’s one of those reveals where you immediately want to flip back and see what you missed.

And the setting absolutely delivers that small-town thriller vibe. Everything takes place in Stillwater, Minnesota, a place where secrets don’t stay buried nearly as well as people think they do. It adds that underlying tension of “someone here knows more than they’re saying,” which always works for me.

Now… Eli.

Eli’s storyline is where things get a little murky. Yes, he’s missing. Yes, he’s eventually found. But compared to the other two plotlines, his story feels underdeveloped and, honestly, a bit unnecessary. It doesn’t carry the same emotional weight or narrative importance, and it never fully weaves into the main story in a satisfying way. It’s not bad; it just feels like it belongs in a slightly different book.

That said, Nikki Hunt holds everything together. I liked her immediately. She’s a strong female lead without being over-the-top about it: capable, empathetic, and refreshingly human. No dramatic perfection, no exaggerated flaws, just someone doing her job and doing it well. 

Overall, this is one of those thrillers that doesn’t try to reinvent the genre but executes it really well where it counts. Two of the three storylines are compelling, layered, and worth the ride. Unfortunately, the third just didn’t quite keep up.

Four stars for a good, solid read, the kind that keeps you turning pages, even if it doesn’t quite keep you up at night.

Fake It to the Limit by Mary Frame (Castle Cove #1)

Nothing says ‘life choices’ quite like accidentally becoming the town psychic.

I picked up Fake It to the Limit by Mary Frame fully expecting something light and cute and that’s exactly what I got. Four stars on my slightly snarky rating system: it made me laugh more than it made me roll my eyes, which is always a win.

Charlotte is temporarily house-sitting for a real psychic who’s conveniently out of the country… and somehow ends up pretending to be that psychic. As one does. What starts as a small, harmless-ish lie quickly snowballs into a full-blown situation, complete with clients, expectations, and the looming, inevitable disaster of the actual psychic returning home.

Because that is going to happen. And I, for one, am very interested in how Charlotte plans to survive it.

What really made this book work for me wasn’t just the premise (which is already pretty fun), but the relationships Charlotte starts building. She finds herself with people she genuinely cares about and who care about her, which raises the stakes in a way that sneaks up on you. It’s not just about keeping up a lie anymore; it’s about what happens when that lie collides with real connections.

Tone-wise, this sits firmly in the “easy, cozy, and mildly chaotic” category. It’s the kind of story that doesn’t demand your full emotional bandwidth but still keeps you entertained the whole way through. I listened to it while baking brownies and chocolate chip cookies for my students, which feels like exactly the right vibe for this book: comforting, a little indulgent, and just plain enjoyable.

Now, will I be immediately dropping $24 on the next books in the trilogy? No. I’m curious, not reckless. This is a “let me check the library app first” situation. But I do want to know what happens next, which says a lot.

Overall, this was a cute, funny start to the Castle Cove mystery trilogy, with just enough chaos to keep things interesting. And when that real psychic comes back? Oh, it’s going to be a mess. A very entertaining mess.

Zero Day by David Baldacci (John Puller #1)

Stand-out audio turned this into a full-time commitment.

This was supposed to be my “drive to work” audiobook. You know, a little something to make traffic slightly less soul-crushing. Instead, I found myself lying in bed, eyes wide open at 10:30 PM thinking, well I can’t just stop here. Oops.

Zero Day by David Baldacci isn’t one of those books that grabs you by the throat in chapter one. It’s more of a slow, steady tightening of the screws. At first, I was like, okay, I’m in, this is fine. And then we hit this moment where John Puller calls Samantha Cole at zero-dark-thirty and she asks him if he has a death wish. That was it. It made me laugh and I was fully invested. From there, it’s less about a shocking twist and more about the journey, which worked really well here.

John Puller is exactly my kind of character: Strong, lone wolf, definitely has a past, and runs on a strict moral code… until that code conflicts with reality. His whole “I follow orders… unless those orders are wrong” thing adds a layer of tension that keeps everything interesting, and the military angle brings in that extra dose of secrecy that I love. Samantha Cole was just as strong in her own way. She’s competent, grounded, and fiercely protective of her town. She holds her own, and more importantly, she feels real. Their dynamic develops naturally over time, which made their partnership one of my favorite parts of the book. And then there’s Bobby Puller… sitting in jail for treason with barely any explanation. If anyone reading this knows Mr. Baldacci, please tell him I’m going to need more details in future books.

The setting does a lot of heavy lifting too. A small town of about 6,000 people, the kind of place where everyone should matter, which makes it hit even harder when those lives start getting treated like collateral damage. That thread added a layer of moral weight that elevated this beyond just another crime thriller. It’s not just about solving a case, it’s about who gets protected and who gets sacrificed.

And then there’s the audio, which honestly pushed this into five-star territory for me. Dual narrators (male and female, thank you), no awkward voice gymnastics, subtle sound effects, and background music that actually fits. Nothing felt overdone. It all sounded like what I was already imagining in my head, which is rare. The story absolutely stands on its own - I would have enjoyed this in paperback - but the audio elevated it. I’m not even sure I would have devoured it this fast without that added layer. It’s just a really solid thriller with great characters, a strong atmosphere, and a story that builds in a way that keeps you listening just a little longer every time.

If you’re into military thrillers, crime thrillers, or anything by James Patterson, this is absolutely worth your time. And the fact that I already bought book two? Yep. That tells you everything you need to know.

Something Is Killing the Children: Hope Is a Knife by James Tynion, IV and Kierston White

That monster under your bed? It's real.

I went into Something Is Killing the Children: Hope Is a Knife with absolutely no comic book background and no expectations. I've never read the original series, and honestly, I wasn't sure what to expect from a novel based on a comic.

Turns out I loved it. The premise is phenomenal: children are dying, and the adults either can't see what's happening or refuse to believe it. But the monsters are very real and someone has to stop them. Enter Erica Slaughter, a mysterious monster hunter wearing a black mask, who arrives in town just as things spiral out of control.

One of the things I appreciated immediately was how accessible the story was. The world-building was handled beautifully. Even as someone brand new to this story line, I was never confused. The masks and their meaning were explained early, which made it easy to settle into the story without feeling lost.

This book felt more like action horror than straight horror to me, although it was definitely emotional. The deaths of children hit hard, and some scenes were intense. Content warnings should absolutely include violence and the death of children, which may be difficult for some readers.

What surprised me most, though, was how emotionally invested I became. Charity completely pulled at my heartstrings. She was trying so hard to be perfect, without sin, constantly praying, believing she was somehow responsible for what was happening. Watching her carry guilt that wasn't hers was heartbreaking. And honestly I blame the crazy, cult-like preacher who helped plant those ideas in her head. Charity and her mother were both deeply affected, and their storyline added a powerful emotional layer to the novel.

Erica, meanwhile, grew on me as the story progressed. She's not overly warm or approachable, but when it matters most, she does what needs to be done. Her determination to protect the town, and especially the children, made her a compelling main character.

The pacing was absolutely perfect. This was a fast-paced, "just one more chapter" kind of book. I stayed up far later than I intended, doing the classic "well, I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead" routine. I read it quickly and immediately wanted more.

If I had one small thought, and it's not really a criticism, I would have loved to see Erica interact more with other masks. Since she's a black mask, it might have been interesting to see her working with a partner. That said, I loved the book as-is and wouldn't change a thing.

I also found the story more emotional than scary. While some readers may find it frightening, I was more affected by the sadness, especially when you begin to understand how the monsters come into existence. That's when you want to wrap your arms around the entire town and protect everyone.

I absolutely loved this book. It's easy to see why the comic series is a bestseller, and this novel works beautifully for both longtime fans and newcomers like me. No comic book background required.

If James Tynion IV and Kiersten White are planning another novel, sign me up. Five stars. I lost sleep. I want more. I'd recommend this for horror readers, thriller readers, and anyone who enjoys fast-paced, emotionally driven stories.

A special thank you to Clarkson Potter/Ten Speed Press for providing this book for review consideration via NetGalley. All opinions are my own.

Maximum Damage by Jack Mars (Grant Valor #1)

 If you're going to narrate an audiobook, quit smoking.

I just finished listening to Maximum Damage by Jack Mars, and I have…mixed feelings.

The premise was excellent. Grant Valor and four others find themselves in the maximum amount of trouble possible with their respective governments. These are not rule-followers. They’re the kind of people who get results…even if those results occasionally make their superiors nervous.

Enter Commander Kent, who forms Sentinel, a covert team designed to stop trouble before it starts. They operate outside traditional government restraints, outside normal chains of command, and definitely outside the comfort zone. I was in. It’s a solid setup for a fast-paced thriller. A group of highly skilled operatives, working off the grid, tackling global threats before they explode? Yes, please.

The story itself was good. I think. And that’s where things get tricky. Because the narrator kept pulling me out of the story.

You know how sometimes a narrator enhances a book so much that you forget you’re even listening? This was…not that. Definitely Not That.

The voice sounded like a four-pack-a-day smoker, and there was something just…off…about the cadence. Pauses where there shouldn’t be pauses. Sentences that sounded like they were restarted mid-thought. Occasionally, it even felt like parts of lines were skipped or repeated. Instead of getting lost in the action, I kept getting pulled back to the actual narration. And that’s frustrating, because the story deserved better.

I really think the right narrator could have added so much more tension, urgency, personality. Instead, the narration made it harder to fully connect with the story. That said, I’m not giving up on the series. The premise is strong enough, and the characters interesting enough, that I’d like to give the author another chance. This time, though, I think I’ll grab a hard copy of the next book. Because this feels like one where reading it myself might make all the difference. After all, it’s not the author’s fault the narration left a lot to be desired.

And sometimes, the right voice changes everything.