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Praised for his storytelling, New York Times bestselling author Eric Jerome Dickey turns up the heat in his explosive new novel of the reckless desires that bind an irresistible woman to a desperate man-and the one wrong move that could destroy them both.

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The New York Times bestseller-now in trade paperback.

Praised for his storytelling, New York Times bestselling author Eric Jerome Dickey turns up the heat in his explosive new novel of the reckless desires that bind an irresistible woman to a desperate man-and the one wrong move that could destroy them both.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
An ex-con tries to make good while an old flame tries to make trouble in this smart, gritty and gripping 10th novel by bestseller Dickey (Naughty or Nice, etc.). "[S]ix-two and dark as an open road," Driver spent two years in lockdown to spare his gay albino brother, Rufus; these days he's a chauffeur. Driver likes to hang with his boss, Wolf; they drink beer, have a laugh, do the crossword, shoot pool. It's all cool-as long as Wolf doesn't find out about Driver's affair with Lisa, Wolf's wife. Even worse, Lisa gave Driver 15 large to kill her husband. Driver couldn't do it, but he spent the money on his mother's funeral; Lisa will forgive the debt if Driver keeps "dicking her down." When he won't, she tries to run him down with her Hummer. Next trick? An ugly pair of thugs who stalk and threaten him. Meanwhile, Driver must drive a visiting celebrity author-notorious for inflammatory race-related statements and for wearing the silver briefcase containing his next million-dollar book handcuffed to his wrist-all over L.A. Steamy sex scenes alternate with mayhem and vandalism; the lively, truncated dialogue is filled with literary references, product placements and newsworthy names. Urban melodrama, gorgeous grifters, a tough but likable hero and sharp takes on racial politics add up to another winner. Agent, Sarah Camilli. (July) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
An ex-con named Driver, now a chauffeur (get it?), once had an affair with his new boss's wife. Now there'll be trouble. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780451215192
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA) Incorporated
  • Publication date: 5/1/2005
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 304,998
  • Product dimensions: 5.45 (w) x 8.08 (h) x 0.85 (d)

Meet the Author

Eric Jerome Dickey
Originally from Memphis, Tennessee, Eric Jerome Dickey is the author of fifteen novels, including the New York Times bestsellers Chasing Destiny, Genevieve, Drive Me Crazy, Naughty or Nice, The Other Woman, and Thieves’ Paradise. He is also the author of a six-issue miniseries of comic books for Marvel Enterprises featuring Storm (X-Men) and the Black Panther. His novel, Naughty or Nice, has been optioned by Lionsgate Films. He lives on the road and rests in Southern California.
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    1. Hometown:
      Los Angeles, California
    1. Date of Birth:
      July 7, 1961
    2. Place of Birth:
      Memphis, Tennessee
    1. Education:
      B.S., University of Memphis, 1983
    2. Website:

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People called me Driver. It was my sobriquet, not my birth name.


I'd been working for the same limousine service since I made it back on this side of The Wall. Not since the day I got out, I'd hustled here and there, but it was my first real job. After two years of living on lockdown, I found that as hard as it was living in a cage it was even rougher when you finally had freedom's sunshine on your face. I'd paid my debt, but a man with a record, no matter how legit he tries to be, will still get a hard time from the assholes holding the jobs.

Part of it was my look. I'd inherited a John Henry, railroad-worker build like my maternal granddaddy. When you were six-two and dark as an open road, you grew up knowing that America wasn't as kumbaya as it claimed to be. In some countries a man who looked like me would be a king. Where I lived I just passed for a suspect. I learned how to soften that look. I shaved my head bald and wore glasses when I could. Glasses intellectualized my appearance. Actually I needed them for reading. My world was getting blurry. When a man turns forty his body starts to change. But, to be honest, I couldn't hide what I owned. A few times I'd walked into a room and men pulled their women closer. Maybe because when some women saw me, there was a subtle shift, like somebody had struck a match down below.

Women hadn't been shit but trouble in my world.

My relationship with women was the same as my love-hate relationship with L.A. The city was expensive and pretty, decorated in palm trees and beaches, and even with smog, earthquakes, road rage, and endless traffic, a woman that beautiful was hard to leave. She heated you up in the middle of the day and with a gentle breeze she cooled you off at night.

Married women. That was another lesson I'd learned.

I say that because of the scam. Well, it was more than a simple scam. Scams involved Confidence Men who convinced you to give them their money. It took days, maybe even weeks before you realized you'd been had. And it was all done with a handshake and a smile.

What we planned was a bona fide crime.

Whether for selfish or personal reasons, we needed money, the root of all evil. I lived in Los Angeles County. The median cost of a single-family home was damn near four hundred thousand. Car registration had tripled. Gas prices were out of control. My one-bedroom apartment was in Inglewood, a city that had no rent control, and rent had shot up thirty percent, and now my rent was a little over twelve hundred a month. No matter how much I hustled, no matter how much money I made, it wasn't enough. Maybe I just wanted to make some spending money to make it through another lean year in the Bush-whacked new millennium. I could say that with Schwarzenegger as the new “governator” after California's total recall, I wanted to save up for the unknown. I could say a lot of shit. But I knew it wasn't about the state budget or an energy crisis or an economy struggling to recover.

I just wanted to impress her.

There was always a “her” involved.

I'm going too fast.

Let me backtrack.


I was chilling at a dilapidated pool hall in South Central, a place called Back Biters and Syndicators, named after a John Lee Hooker song. The regulars just called the joint Back Biters, an old slang term for somebody who couldn't be trusted, and it didn't matter if the hand was black or white. It was a hangout with unfinished walls, decent pool tables, and hard liquor. No snooker or baccarat, no high-end shit like that. A joint where candidates for three strikes made or lost their rent gambling on eight or nine ball, maybe shooting craps in the back.

That evening I was sitting at the bar sipping a beer with my boss, Jason Wolf, Jr. We called him by his last name, Wolf. Six-footer with a Nordic blond mane. Two years younger than me. Hair was thinning up top. Kept what was left pulled back into a smooth ponytail. Wolf was a gray-eyed silver-spoon baby who had dropped out of NYU almost as soon as he walked into the institution of higher learning. Said NYU bored him. He used to drive back in New York, but after his dad died and left him a nice piece of change, he relocated West about ten years ago and started his own thing with his windfall.

He was the only man to give me a chance on this side of The Wall.

We'd shot some eight ball, then called it quits and posted up at the small bar, beers on the counter, chilling the night away. I was reading parts of the L.A. Times, looking for new words to add to my vocabulary. I loved learning ten-dollar words like abstemious and solipsism then throwing them in a conversation and watching the stupid light come on in somebody's eyes.

Wolf was stroking his goatee with two fingers while he struggled with the crossword puzzle. Both of us had on dark suits. Mine was Italian. Wolf's was more conservative, along the Brooks Brothers style. The poor always tried to look rich and the rich tried to look normal.

“Eighty-one across ... five letters.” Wolf grunted. He sounded like an old man who'd smoked since he was evicted from his momma's womb. “Driver, what the hell is baklava glue?”

“What's in it for me?”

“C'mon man. Help a brother out.”

Pedro was passing by, heard Wolf call himself a brother and laughed. Pedro was the bartender; a short, clean-cut, thick Hispanic man. Looked like Enrique Iglesias with bad metabolism and a smooth salt-and-pepper goatee. Second generation in this country. He was in his forties and had married his high school sweetheart the day he got out of the army.

I said, “You hear that, Pedro?”

Pedro shrugged. “Marrying a black woman has made him black by osmosis.”

We all laughed at that.

Pedro was a former aerospace worker who got downsized from his cozy sixty-thousand-dollar- a-year gig as a project engineer at Northrup almost ten years ago. He spent two years looking for a job and trying to feed his family off his 401(k) and unemployment. He retrained, then finally got on at Boeing at a serious pay cut. He was about to get downsized at Boeing, a nasty little déjà vu, but got fired before they could kick him out. Something went down. He went postal and beat the shit out of his manager and tried to choke him into an early grave. Down here, people admired Pedro for what he did. A lot of disgruntled motherfuckers wanted to do the same to both the man and the system. That was four years back, with eight months of that spent on lockdown, twice as long in anger management.

Wolf ranked on Pedro, “You're as Mexican as Taco Bell and you're breaking my balls?”

Pedro shook his head. “Here we go again. Dean Martin walks in with Sammy Davis, Jr., and the corny jokes come out.”

I told Wolf, “I think he just called you Sammy Davis, Jr.”

More laughter while blues man Robert B. Jones sang about a kindhearted woman.

“Driver, what's up with your people?” Wolf turned to me. “Mexicans have all the jobs that the black people used to have.”

Pedro retorted, “Don't hate.”

Wolf went on, “Walk on a construction site, into the kitchen at a soul food restaurant, or check out the hotel workers, hardly a black person in sight.”

I shot Wolf the middle finger of love.

Pedro retorted, “It's our damn country, asshole. And for your information the original name of this land given by the original people was El Pueblo de la Reyna de los Angeles but we had to shorten it because the gringos came over on the short yellow bus.”

“Are you insulting me, Pedro? Is that a racial slur I hear?”

“Damn right. Your Brad Pitt—looking ass don't like it, hop in your Ferrari and go back to whatever part of Europe your pagan people migrated from.”

“I'm Catholic. And I drive a Lamborghini.”

Pedro huffed. “The cheap one.”

“Cheap? You drive a Hyundai.”

“The expensive one.”

Outrageous laughter came from all three of us.

I said, “The original residents called this part of the country Wenot, Pedro. Downtown was Yang-ya. Next time you put a motherfucker in his place, have your facts straight.”

Pedro said, “You're an asshole, Driver.”

Wolf added, “A damn Encyclopedia Brown.”

“You know? Walking around with his head filled with useless information.”

I flipped both of them off.

We all laughed, and that felt better than chicken soup. I'd had a rough day. I'd driven a rapper to do an interview at a hip-hop radio station on Wilshire, not far from the La Brea Tar Pits. A gangsta rapper who ain't never been in a gang. He was buffed and hardcore, but rumors had been circulating about his sexual preferences. The DJ straight out asked him if he was gay. That was during morning drive time, so millions of people were listening. The rapper went off and tore up the studio. Microphones were broken, there was a big fight. Station management tried to play it down. So after a day like that, I needed some spirits and laughter.

I had to drink, had to laugh, had to get this tension off my back. A big debt hanging over my head, my own cloud and angst that let me know the devil would come to get his due.

Pedro asked Wolf, “How is the wife?”

“New one or old one?”

“New one.”

“Did I tell you she flew up to Vegas with me, wanted to go to a trade show, Taser International booth. Bought a stun gun. Fifty thousand volts. Those suckers have been big since nine-eleven. And she got in line, let them zap her. Fifty thousand volts. She took it like she was a damn android. Got up and spent four hundred on a stun gun. Would you believe she did that?”

I shifted, hid my discomfort, and nodded. “I believe it.”

“Said she wanted it for protection. She has guns all over the house. You don't buy a stun gun like that for protection. You buy that for torture.”

Silence covered us all.

Wolf asked our friend, “How's the family, Pedro?”

“Just hope the grocery stores end this strike. My wife has been picketing for three months already. My daughter is in college. We have two car notes. It's killing us right now.”

Pedro licked his lips, swallowed his frustration, then moved on to another customer.

Wolf asked me about baklava glue again. He was getting frustrated, I could tell. Underneath that cool demeanor he had some temper, some aggravation. The kind that trying to please the wrong woman gave a man. He had no idea who his wife really was.

I patted Wolf's shoulder, told him, “Five letters. Try h-o-n-e-y.”

He thanked me.

It seemed like yesterday, but almost six months had passed since I had crept into his office, dressed in a black Italian suit, murder and another man's fortune on my mind. Almost six months to the day. I know because my mother had died late that same evening. Got the message from my brother when I was on the way to kill Wolf.

I didn't kill Wolf. Didn't have to. Wolf was already gone.

The way he spoke, I could see Wolf was the living dead. The alcohol on his breath and the dullness in his eyes told me that somebody had killed him from the inside out, had left him living in a prison of his own. One that nobody could see but him.

Women had the power to do that.

His wife, Lisa, had been a bitch in five-hundred-dollar boots. She was his second wife, both African-American. Both beautiful as sin. But Lisa. Her image lived with me. Caramel skin. Bambi-like eyes. Shoulder-length auburn hair. Happy-go-lucky smile. She had upgraded her boobs from A to C, all paid for by Wolf. Her teeth had been veneered. She had a perfect smile. A simple glance at Lisa felt like a transgression, so I didn't stare at her anymore. Even the scent of her perfume reminded me of when I was fucking her inside his home.

Wasn't for Wolf I'd either be a poster child for recidivism—back in the joint getting three hots and a cot—or sleeping on a cardboard box with America's discarded vets.

Didn't want to think about that shit right now.

He gave me a job. That was all I really wanted. Just needed to get back on my feet.

Pedro whistled, then said, “Look at that dime walking in.”

My attention followed his eyes to the front door. So did Wolf's.

This dime piece was standing underneath a giant Stroh's beer sign that was hanging in the doorway. The room was dimly lit, but there was enough light to see what she had to offer. Light- brown skin. Long straight hair. Nice curves. Modest frame. She moved like she had an edge about her, like she was looking for trouble. Everybody noticed her. She had more style than the secondhand-suit and FUBU crowd that populated the bar.

I asked Wolf, “Who she?”

Pedro answered, “She breezed through here a couple days ago.”

Wolf went back to his crossword puzzle, more interested in his own personal mystery.

I said, “She's ripe.”

Pedro nodded. “Put her hair in two ponytails and R. Kelly will be all over her.”

Pedro moved on, went to sell spirits and salvation to the masses by the glass.

She moved in our direction. Some women got closer and dropped from dimes to nines to eights, kept falling like the stock market. She never lost a point. She had on a long, black leather skirt, the kind that had a split and showed off her legs. Her heels were the kind that made her legs look good and her feet feel bad. Her straight hair had deep brown highlights.

Wolf grunted. “Driver, rat's last meal. Starts with A ... ends in NIC ... seven letters.”

My eyes were anchored to the new girl, watching her move her baklava glue around the room. She saw me admiring her. I nodded. She held onto her business face, made a motion that asked me if I wanted to challenge her on the table. I shook my head, motioned at an empty seat next to me. She shook her head, moved on, found a sister who had money to burn.

“Rat's last meal ... starts with A ... ends with NIC,” I mumbled. “Arsenic.”

Wolf scribbled in the answer, smiled like a kid who was done with his homework, and checked his watch. “I smell like two beers and fried fish from Geraldine's. Lisa's gonna pitch a bitch. Talk to you tomorrow, Driver.”

“No you won't. I'm off tomorrow. Don't even think about ringing my phone.”

“You ungrateful fuck. What you got planned?”

I told him that TNT was running a lot of movies I liked tomorrow, old noir movies like Act of Violence. Last Train from Gun Hill. The Set-Up. The Big Heat. The Killers.

Wolf said, “The Killers. I liked the first one with Ava Gardner. It was cold-blooded how those men marched up those stairs and killed that man without a thought.”

“Yeah, they did. Without a thought. They sure did.” I cleared both my mind and my throat, mumbled out my thoughts. “Lancaster and Gardner.”

“He loved her. And she played him. All for the money.”

I nodded.

Wolf went catatonic, like his inner voice was talking to him, telling him things, or maybe the alcohol was catching up to him. Either way, Wolf blinked out of his stupor, ran his hand over his goatee, and nodded like he understood something. His barstool screeched the floor when he stood up. Wolf took a final sip of his beer, whistled, and put his suit coat back on.

He asked, “You staying?”

A wave of tiredness rolled over me. That was my cue. I told him to hold up while I finished my beer. My sinful night was about to end, my peaceful tomorrow already planned.

He asked, “Heading to Strokers to watch Panther strip and dance the pole dance?”

Panther. A woman who had a Southern accent and schoolgirl smile like my ex-wife's.

I paused, smiled. “Nah. I've given Panther enough of my paycheck. Gonna call it a night. Maybe make a few phone calls on the way home. Stir up a midnight snack of my own.”

Baklava Glue moved her hair from her exotic face, glanced my way again. A fresh dime in a room filled with old nickels, a few the size of a quarter, none that could be runner-up to Miss Barstow. A woman like that could walk into a church on Easter Sunday and ten minutes later somebody would have been shot, stabbed, or drowned in sacrifice as a show of affections.

I touched Wolf's shoulder, told him, “I'm gonna try my luck with Miss Baklava Glue.”

Wolf held up and watched her for a second.

In the end he said, “She's a cure for what Viagra is trying to fix.”

I winked at my employer, my friend, teased him, “Unless you want to holla at her.”

“High-maintenance women like that are why I'm in the condition I'm in today. Alimony and child support on an ex-wife who decided she didn't want to be married anymore, then moved to Las Vegas just to make my visitation hell, and a now a new wife who won't stop shopping.”

I asked, “That bad?”

“The wife went out for coffee at Starbucks and came back in a brand-new red Hummer.”

“I saw it in the parking lot at work. Ugly-ass SUV looks like an armored car.”

“And costs just as much. She's killing me. Last thing I need is to meet another pretty woman who would take advantage of my cheating heart and gum up the works.”

I threw my hands up. “Told you to keep away from the high-end women.”

“Not my fault. They come after me.”

“Because you're rich.”

Wolf set me straight, said, “Because I'm hung like a horse and they all want to ride.”

Pedro laughed. He was pouring somebody a shot of scotch, listening to Wolf ramble.

Wolf flipped Pedro off and went on, “Can't help it if they love me, Driver. Just can't help it. Maybe next time I'll stick to my own kind and meet a nice Irish girl.”

Pedro told him, “You're not Irish.”

“I'll dye my hair red and eat Lucky Charms.”

We laughed, and when the laughter died, Wolf called it a night, headed across the room. His gait should've been confident and moneyed, like he owned the world, but he moved like a crab, like he was cringing all the time. If you stuck a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and put a trench coat on his back, he'd look like James Dean strolling down the Boulevard of Broken Dreams.

As soon as Wolf left, Pedro gave me a knowing look, shook his head, his smile gone.

He told me, “She just called up here looking for you. She's bold. Like she don't care.”

Pedro didn't say my trouble's name. We knew my sins and indiscretions.

He asked, “How does she know when you're here? I tell her you're not here and she tells me I'm lying. It's like she knows when you walk in the door. I'd be careful.”

“Fifty thousand volts.”

“Know what I'm saying? She's loco like a mofo.”

I shrugged and pushed my chest out, waved it off like it was nothing I couldn't handle.

Pedro looked in the direction Wolf had just gone, then shook his head and walked away.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 25, 2011

    Drive Me Crazy

    This book drove me Crazy! Too much details for me. It was so boring, discribing sometime went on and on. I have read some of his other books. So Im trying to read all of them. But this was not good for me. I will buy others, maybe.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 27, 2008


    This book took me a long time to get through. In my opinion there really wasnt a lot going on in the book and it bored me.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 3, 2014

    Too much going on....

    I am a fan of eric jerome dickey but this was not one of his better ones. Too much going on and too hard to follow. I almost stopped reading it altogether.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 23, 2014

    I did not enjoy this had too much going on, was hard to

    I did not enjoy this had too much going on, was hard to follow and took me forever to read. Definitely not one of mr. dickey's best...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 23, 2007

    A lover of EJD's books!!

    This book is okay! but not great. I think it took too long for all the excitement to happen and once you really got into it the book it was over. He could of continued and told us what happened to everyone. Did Driver and Panther get married? what happened to his brother? what about Wolf? and most importantly did Driver ever get caughtand go to jail or did they live happily ever after? I have read some of EJD's books that I would not mind reading twice or more but this one will sit on my shelf from now on.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 17, 2006


    I was very disappointed with this book because I was expecting a ton of drama and excitement. This book took me forever to read because I kept falling asleep. I dont understand how Driver allowed this woman to bully him. Overall this book was a drag because it took way too long before anything started to really happen. I expected so much more from Mr.Dickey. I agree with the other critic that this book was just like 'Theives' Paradise' and I just couldn't get into either one of them.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 29, 2006

    Memorable and needed more

    When I listened to this book, I could picture the characters and lived the experience. The ending was a total surprise for me and made me cry. I loved it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 18, 2006

    EJD Gets Better & Better Everytime!!!

    I loved this book! I Loved the characters and how well developed they were.The story line was great and so was the twist at the end of the book. EJD really kept my attention in this one. I definetly recommend Drive Me Crazy to any and everyone who enjoys reading and doesn't like to waste their time on boring uneventful books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 11, 2006

    A Literary Street Journey of Survival,Twisted Love and Family

    I thought this book was an amazing journey of a (false) ExCon from the hood being true to himself yet having dreams of making it better. What you see is not always what you get and I got alot from all the playas in this book. Awesome job EJD! Should make a movie. It would be nice for 'made for TV'.-TLR:)!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 2, 2006

    Oh my God!!!!!!!!

    This book as the others I have read is 'brilliant'. Keep up the great work, I Love You

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 21, 2006

    a must read

    at first i didn't want to read but when i did it was sooo good. this is the 5th book i've read by him and i've never been disappointed. lisa is a little crazy but that is what makes it so good.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 15, 2005

    Another Great One.

    I just loved this book. It was so well written and the plot was crazy. I was very pleased to see that Driver got what he wanted in the end. Sade was another of my favorites. Even though she had a small part in the book, she had one of the biggest impacts of the story. Revenge, love, happiness, and drama, these are just some of the characteristics of a great book and this book had it all. I would reccommend it to any and everyone that reads.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 21, 2005

    What Happened

    The story overall was okay but several parts were very slow and it could have ended differently.Not bad to read but not seriously recommended

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 21, 2005

    Great Book!!!!!!

    This book was great!!!!!!! Definitely a great drama story from beginning to end. I could not put the book down. So many books are written around 'just sex' whereas this book had a great plot. I would definitely recommend it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 8, 2005

    Can't Believe It

    I can't believe this book was a best seller. I read it twice to make sure I didn't miss anything. I don't think I will be telling anyone to read this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 9, 2005

    9th book read by EJD

    This book had everything: scandel, scams, murder hits, love, insane ppl, you name this book had it! Lisa was a pure nut, she is not one that should ever fall in love (too nutty). Driver was a soilder, he did what he had to do. The twist in the end with the scam suprised me, I didn't see that coming at all. Overall good book, it keeps you wanting to turn the page and find out more ever when you are dead tired and your eye lids feel like cinder blocks.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 10, 2005

    Not what was expected when bought..

    This book is amazing. Everytime i had to set it down. i wanted to pick it right back up. It had me turning the page over and over..near the end i couldn't put it down at all. i would definatly recommend this book to anyone.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 26, 2005

    Was it really that good?

    Drive me Crazy was a good novel. It had slow parts through out the novel. Some of the events were out of place. The ending was kind of shady, but all in all it was an ok novel.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 10, 2005

    EJD Thriller

    This is not a typical EJD novel, but that's okay, because his writing style grabs you from page one. In his latest, Drive Me Crazy there's an ex-con known as Driver, a couple of accomplices, and a scam. Oh, and there's a love triangle: Driver is having an affair with Lisa, the beautiful wife of his new boss, Wolfe. Lisa however, doesn't want to settle for merely cheating on her huband she wants him dead and she wants Driver to do it. Driver owes the ruthless woman a large sum of money and finds himself between a rock and hard place. If he doesn't kill Wolfe, Lisa going to have him killed. What's a guy to do? This is a page-turner.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 13, 2005

    It Was an Okay Book

    This is the third book I have read by Eric Jerome Dickey. I have to admit that this wasn't the best out of Eric's collection. Some of the things in the book was good, but the others....Well, I had to make myself read it. Other than that, it was still good. I just hope he'll write another interesting story like 'Cheaters' in the future.

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