Hunting Eve (Eve Duncan Series #17)

Hunting Eve (Eve Duncan Series #17)

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by Iris Johansen
     
 

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#1 New York Times bestselling author Iris Johansen brings us book two in a heart-stopping new Eve Duncan trilogy

The stakes are raised even higher in Hunting Eve as Eve battles the man who is holding her prisoner. Secrets about why Eve has been targeted come into the light, bringing Eve even closer to danger. With its cliffhanger ending,

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#1 New York Times bestselling author Iris Johansen brings us book two in a heart-stopping new Eve Duncan trilogy

The stakes are raised even higher in Hunting Eve as Eve battles the man who is holding her prisoner. Secrets about why Eve has been targeted come into the light, bringing Eve even closer to danger. With its cliffhanger ending, Hunting Eve sets up perfectly for the finale, Silencing Eve.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Johansen’s scattered 16th novel featuring forensic sculptor Eve Duncan, the middle part of a trilogy, picks up where its predecessor, Taking Eve, left off. Eve has escaped from her kidnapper, madman Jim Doane, at least temporarily. While Doane hunts for her in the rough wilderness of Colorado’s Rio Grande Forest, others are seeking her whereabouts and planning her rescue and/or Doane’s capture. Characters with special talents include Kendra Michaels, whose vision is particularly acute; Seth Caleb, who can manipulate the flow of other people’s blood; Margaret Douglas, who can read animals’ thoughts; and assassin Lee Zander, who may or may not be Eve’s father. Eventually, Eve’s lover, Atlanta police officer Joe Quinn; wounded friend Jane MacGuire; and CIA agent Venable converge on Doane’s remote hideaway for a cliffhanger ending. Fans of paranormal romantic suspense will eagerly look forward to the conclusion, Silencing Eve. First printing of 300,000. Agent: Andrea Cirillo, Jane Rotrosen Agency. (July)
From the Publisher

“Johansen expertly ratchets up the suspense as the action builds to a riveting conclusion.” —Publishers Weekly on Taking Eve

“Keeping a long-running series both intriguing and suspenseful is no easy task, but superstar Johansen makes it look that way as she kicks off another trilogy within her Eve Duncan series. Johansen wastes no time throwing Eve into the fight of her life... Johansen never misses!” —RT Book Reviews (4 ½ stars) on Taking Eve

“A successful Johansen novel, filled with intriguing twists and characters and an overarching mystery that will keep fans coming back for Book 2.” —Kirkus Reviews on Taking Eve

“A dynamically chilling start to a new trilogy in the ongoing Eve Duncan saga. The pulse-pounding plot … will keep readers glued to the pages with anticipation .” —Fresh Fiction on Taking Eve

“This is an edge of your seat, nail biting, and page turner of a book.” —Night Owl Reviews on Taking Eve

“Johansen launches a trilogy that takes the reader on an action-packed journey filled with killers and heroes, leaving readers on tenterhooks.” —Booklist on Eve

“Gripping…Johansen deftly baits the hook for the next volume.” —Publishers Weekly on Eve

“The suspense and action will entertain all, even those new to the series.” —Library Journal (starred review) on Eve

“Johansen's stories keep getting better with each installment. You will find yourself drawn to Eve and caring about what happens to her.” —Night Owl Reviews (A Top Pick) on Eve

“A superb kick off ..an excellent presentation to this fantastic series that is a one sitting read.” —Reader to Reader Reviews on Eve

“Read Eve and be hooked.” —RT Book Reviews on Eve

“The pulse-pounding pace will leave readers breathlessly anticipating the final installment.” —Publishers Weekly (starred review) on Quinn

“The second chapter in the gut-wrenching trilogy…Johansen's intense storytelling style drags readers into a whirlpool of danger and treachery that can have horrifying results. It's awesome!” —RT Book Reviews on Quinn

“Suspenseful and entertaining…an integral read for fans of Johansen's Eve Duncan series” —Library Journal on Quinn

“Johansen's latest has myriad twists and turns…ideal.” —Booklist on Quinn

“A stunning finale that will move series fans and newcomers alike.” —Publishers Weekly (starred review) on Bonnie

“Johansen conducts a nail-biting excursion through madness and physical endurance in this stunning conclusion to a very popular trilogy.” —Booklist on Bonnie

“Top-notch suspense...a satisfying conclusion to the Eve and Quinn trilogy and a must-buy.” —US Daily Review on Bonnie

Kirkus Reviews
After escaping Jim Doane, Eve Duncan navigates the Colorado wilderness to gain her freedom, while the people she loves scramble to find and rescue her. Jim Doane is a father determined to avenge his son's murder, and to that end, he has kidnapped Eve Duncan, a forensic sculptor, to reconstruct Kevin's skull. But there are other reasons he wants Eve under his power, secrets in Eve's past, of which she's not even aware, that will place her in grave danger. After learning some of Doane's intentions, as well as the shocking truth that compelled him to make Eve a pawn in his deadly plan, Eve has escaped him and must keep out of his reach in dense forest far removed from civilization. Doane is a lifelong hunter, but Eve has great instincts, along with some tricks she's picked up from her lover, Joe, an ex-SEAL, and she manages to hold her own. Meanwhile, Joe, their adoptive daughter, Jane, and a small posse of new and old friends and allies are using every weapon at their disposal to find Eve. The quest will force Jane and two possible love interests to work together; demand that Joe partner with the mysterious Zander and his enigmatic assistant, Stang; and forge an alliance between Margaret, a complex psychic, and Dr. Kendra Michaels, an investigator with finely honed powers of deduction and observation. Working in different corners of the country, the three teams will ultimately wind up in the same forest where Eve is fighting for her life, but a couple of surprising turns will make her Doane's hostage again. In an explosive final scene, all seems lost until Margaret opens the door to hope--and another cliffhanger ending leading to Book 3. Johansen's second in a planned trilogy revolving around Eve's kidnapping and (readers can only expect) rescue will keep readers engaged in Eve's fate and intrigued by the many characters who are working together to bring her to safety. A layered, thrilling read that will likely motivate fans to read the final book, too.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781250020000
Publisher:
St. Martin's Press
Publication date:
07/16/2013
Series:
Eve Duncan Series , #17
Sold by:
Macmillan
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
400
Sales rank:
5,904
File size:
662 KB

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Hunting Eve


By Iris Johansen

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2013 Johansen Publishing LLLP
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-250-02000-0


CHAPTER 1

Rio Grande Forest Colorado


IT WAS DOANE'S MOUNTAIN.

He was the hunter, she was the prey.

Was he still behind her?

Eve tore through the underbrush at the side of the trail, lost her balance, fell, then struggled to her feet again.

She mustn't give in to this weakness. She seemed to have been running through this wilderness forever. No, it couldn't have been as long as it appeared to her. It had been late afternoon when she had broken free of Doane and the house where he had been keeping her, and darkness was only now falling.

But why was Jim Doane still behind her, dammit? He was no young man, and she should have been able to lose him long before this. As a painful stitch stabbed her side, she paused and drew a deep breath, listening.

A crashing in the brush behind her!

She started running again.

"I hear you, bitch." Doane's breathing was harsh, labored. "Come back to me. If you do, I may not kill you ... yet. But you're making me angry and I may lose control. I don't want to do that. It would spoil everything for Kevin."

Kevin, Doane's son, whose reconstructed skull Eve had hurled off this mountain, less than an hour ago, to distract Doane. Doane's obsession with his dead son was deepening with every passing moment. Did Doane actually think she'd trust him? Kevin had been a serial killer, a monster without a hint of conscience, and his father, Doane, had been his enabler, the one who had made it possible for him to kill all those helpless children who had crossed Kevin's path. While Eve had been Doane's prisoner after he had kidnapped her, she had begun to wonder whether it was father or son who had been the true monster.

Perhaps it was both. There had been moments when she'd had the eerie feeling while working on his forensic sculpture that Kevin was trying to break through the bonds of hell and death and merge with his father.

Crazy. Imagination.

Or truth.

It was hard to tell the difference in this nightmare into which she had been drawn.

"You shouldn't have thrown his skull off into that ravine. Did you think I'd go after it and let you escape?"

It was exactly what she had hoped. That damn skull was everything to Doane, and she'd gambled that he'd go down the side of the mountain to try to retrieve it.

She'd been wrong.

She felt the twinge in her side become actual pain. How long could she keep running?

Stop whining. She'd run as long as she had to run. She was far younger than Doane. She was strong, and she was frightened. Panic was a great spur.

And did she have Bonnie helping her?

For a little while she had thought that her daughter's spirit had been there beside her, putting speed and wings to every step. It had been a comforting thought ...

But now there only seemed to be Doane and her in this deadly race. No loving presence that might warm and save her.

It's okay, Bonnie. I know you tried. There's nothing he can do to me that will matter in the end.

The stitch in her side was easing.

She was running faster.

She should have known Bonnie would not let her falter, she thought ruefully. Not if Eve showed even a faint hint that she would not do her best to keep herself alive.

I wasn't going to opt out, Bonnie. I wouldn't do that to Joe and Jane. I was just trying to be an understanding mother. I know you can't do everything. Well, I don't really know what a ghost can or can't do, but you seem to have some limits. I'll keep going.

As long as she could. Her heart was beating so hard that it hurt. She felt sick to her stomach.

She could hear Doane cursing behind her.

Farther behind than he had been before. Was he faltering?

Yes.

He was shouting at her, each word broken and harsh. "Don't think you're going—to get away. These are my mountains. Kevin and I spent months out here when he was a boy. He particularly liked to kill the deer. How do you think he qualified to be in the Special Forces? I taught him to be a hunter."

And had he taught him to hunt down those little girls and kill them?

"Do you hear me? I'm going back to the house and get my equipment and my gun. I'll hunt you down like Kevin and I did the deer. I just hope that hypothermia doesn't get you before I do. It gets cold in these mountains at night."

She knew it was true, but it was hard to believe when her entire body was hot and perspiring from exertion.

"I can hear every move you make in that brush. Do you know how easy you're going to be to stalk?"

She was pulling more away from him with every second. Close him out. She was winning.

"And then we'll go get Kevin and take him to that butcher who murdered him. I'll let Zander see how it feels when I kill you in front of him. There's no greater agony than a father feels at the death of a child."

More madness. Lee Zander, the hired assassin Doane was sure had murdered his son, was not her father. How could he be? Eve's father had disappeared long before she was born, and her mother was never even sure of his identity. This particular insanity Doane had thrown at her when he'd been enraged after she had tossed Kevin's reconstruction off the cliff to distract him. He had thought it would hurt her in some way to know she was a killer's daughter and that she was to pay for Doane's son's death. It was just one more sign that Doane's cold-blooded, calculated pursuit and abduction of her was completely bizarre and totally without reason.

Forget that nonsense. She was not the child of a murderer who was probably more deadly and ruthless than Doane. It was all part of Doane's wild hallucinations. She just had to concentrate on getting out of these mountains or contacting someone to help her.

"Do you know how many people get lost in these mountains?" Doane's shout sounded still farther away. "Some don't survive the bitter cold and the animals and the mudslides. You might be glad to come back to me after a night or two."

Not bloody likely.

"Do you think your Joe Quinn or Jane MacGuire will be able to locate you out here? You could be out here a week, and no one would catch sight of you. You'd have had a better chance staying at the house. I'm the only one who knows you're here and how to find you. And I will find you, Eve."

Keep running. He might be trying to fool her into thinking he'd temporarily stopped the hunt. Don't trust his words.

It was pitch-dark now. She couldn't see anything but the shrubs directly in front of her. This was too dangerous. She'd be lucky if she didn't tumble off the mountain.

She stopped and tried to hear something besides the pounding of her heart.

No sound.

Doane?

She stood there, listening. No rustle of brush. No harsh sound of his breathing in the stillness.

Safe?

Good God, no. There was no way she was safe, but maybe she'd have a brief respite from the fear that had been with her since she'd been taken from everything she knew that was safe and good.

Joe, Jane, the cottage on the lake where they'd lived so many years.

She could still hear nothing but the flap of an occasional bird's wings and the wilderness night sounds. But they weren't the same sounds as the ones she heard in the forest on the lake. This was wild country.

Keep moving. Put distance between herself and the place where she'd last seen Doane. Providing that she didn't move in circles. She knew a little about the basics of surviving in a forest, but she wasn't an ex-SEAL like Joe. He could survive anywhere with no problem. Her profession of forensic sculpting kept her indoors most of the time, and even as a child, she had been a city girl.

So there were a few obstacles against her. She wouldn't overcome them by self-pity or remembering how good Joe was at this kind of thing.

Or remembering Joe at all. The look of him, the way he'd tilt his head and stare quizzically at her with those tea-colored eyes, the feel of him. There were moments when you could afford to remember the ones you loved, but this was not one of them. The thought of Joe made her painfully conscious of the loneliness of being here without him. Perhaps that was what Doane had intended by mentioning him before he'd left. He'd meant to make her more aware of her isolation. Salt in the wound. Joe Quinn, her lover, and Jane, their adopted daughter, the two people she loved most in the world. Eve would never have wanted to have them here and in danger but it was the—

A sound in the bushes up ahead!

A large animal. A bear. A deer?

Or Doane? He might have circled around and gotten in front of her.

Damn, she had no weapon.

Freeze. Don't move. The threat might dissolve and go away.

Darkness all around her.

She tried to breathe lightly so that she wouldn't be heard.

Please, go away.

Doane wouldn't go away. She just had to hope it was another beast looking for prey.

She was not prey, she thought with sudden fierceness. She would get out of this. She would find a weapon.

To hell with Doane and this mountain he thought belonged to him.

It's not your mountain any longer, you bastard. I'm going to make it my own.


University of Southern California Los Angeles


IDIOTS!

Kendra Michaels pushed open the heavy main door of Alexander Hall and stalked down the tree-lined pathway that would take her to the parking lot.

Idiots. Narrow-minded fools.

"Dr. Michaels." The voice came from behind her.

She didn't turn around.

"Dr. Michaels, please!"

She didn't have to look back to know it was Steve Whitty, one of the conference organizers. Kendra hated these things, and her experience here, at the American Psychological Association's Conference on Autism Causes and Treatment, reminded her why.

She finally stopped. He wasn't going to be discouraged.

Whitty ran around to face her. "You were brilliant."

She pointed back toward the auditorium. "Try telling them that."

"You got a lot of people thinking in there."

" ... Thinking I'm some kind of fraud. Were you even listening to the Q&A?"

"Naturally they're going on the attack. You're on the bleeding edge in this field. Uncharted territory. Your work could make a good many of those people's life's work obsolete."

"That's not what I'm trying to do."

"Look at it from their point of view. You're telling them that music can actually help cure autism."

"It's not a cure. It's a treatment. And I never said it was the only treatment."

"But you told them that your study had results far more impressive than anything they've done. Of course you're going to ruffle some feathers. Which is exactly why I wanted you to be here." Whitty placed his hand on her forearm. "And when those researchers get over being scared and pissed off, they're going to examine your data and look at those hours of sessions you posted on the Web. They're going to see what I saw. They're going to see how this amazing young woman was able to draw patients out of their shells and help them join the human race."

Kendra took a deep breath, angry that she had let those fools get under her skin. She always tried to tell herself that the work was its own reward, finding the right instrument, the right chord progression, the right anything that would engage the interest of her patients and help coax them into a world beyond themselves. But she needed more, dammit. She needed to know that she was able to open those educators' eyes so that they would follow her.

She looked away from Whitty. "Look, part of me understands why they're skeptical. Believe me, I know that the music-therapy field is populated with all kinds of nuts and woo-woo, and they give my profession a bad name. But I treat it like the science that it is. I got input from ten researchers in that room when I was designing the study, and I was tougher on myself than any of them were in their initial feedback."

"They're surprised at your results. Just give them a chance to digest it."

"I've found a way to help those kids, Whitty. And that study is proof of it."

"Kendra, there's a significant variable that some people feel you haven't addressed."

She looked at him in disbelief. "Impossible. I considered every variable."

"Not quite." He smiled. "The variable I'm talking about ... is you."

"Me?" Then she realized what he meant and cursed under her breath. He could be right. She had been nervous about the presentation and several times had caught herself trying to impress the other attendees. It was completely unlike her. "Oh, you mean the dog and pony show? I knew they thought I was a little weird. I just kind of slipped into it. I didn't mean—"

"Hell of a carnival act, but there's already been some speculation that's how you get your positive results. By being so perceptive and empathetic with your subjects, giving exactly what they need in terms of body language, tone, positive reinforcement, the whole package."

Kendra's eyes narrowed on him. "That's what they're saying? If they read the study, they'll see I wasn't the only therapist. My techniques got the same results from everyone."

He smiled. "I know that because I've read the study. And they'll know it soon enough. You just need to relax."

"If I'd wanted to relax, I would never have come to this conference. I thought for once that I could make a difference."

"Kendra, come back inside." He placed his hand on her arm again. He was trying to soothe her, dammit. He wasn't a bad guy, and the mistake had probably been her own, but it didn't matter.

She wanted to deck him.

Her BlackBerry vibrated in her pocket. Thankful for the opportunity to pull away from Whitty, she stepped back, pulled out the phone, and answered it. "Hello."

"Kendra? Joe Quinn. I need your help."

"Quinn?" She didn't like the tone in his voice. Grim. Ragged. She turned to Whitty and mouthed an apologetic "sorry." He nodded and headed back toward the auditorium. "What's wrong, Quinn?"

"You name it, everything. I need your help."

"Dammit, I'm not a detective. And I'm busy as hell. You can't pull me into—"

"You're always busy. You'll have to drop whatever it is." He paused. "It's Eve."

"Eve?" Kendra's hand tightened on the phone. "What's happened? Talk to me."


* * *

FORTY MINUTES LATER, Kendra was at her condo throwing clothes into a suitcase on her bed.

"You didn't answer the door, so I used my key. What on earth are you doing?" Kendra Michaels's mother was standing in the doorway of Kendra's bedroom watching disapprovingly as Kendra threw clothes into the suitcase on the bed. "Besides packing with no regard to neatness or order. I taught you better than that, Kendra."

"That was when I was blind, and you thought I had to be superefficient so that no one would feel sorry for me because I was handicapped." She threw another pair of jeans and a sweater into the case. "After the stem-cell operation I discarded that guideline and embraced chaos."

"In more than packing," Deanna Michaels said dryly. "I was worried about you for a number of years after those doctors performed their miracle and made you see. I never thought that you'd sow quite so many wild oats."

"That's past history." Kendra grinned. "Now I'm just a boring music-therapy teacher. I leave all the wild oats to you." Her mother was a history professor at U.C. San Diego and was the most vibrant and young-minded woman Kendra had ever known. And the most caring. She had used that intelligence and forceful personality to raise a child blind from birth and make her as close to independent as was physically and mentally possible.

And every day Kendra blessed her for it. Though her mother could be difficult and definitely tried to manipulate Kendra and everyone around her to suit herself.

"That would be extremely clever of you. I like the idea of your leading a semiboring life." Her mother crossed the room and started repacking Kendra's suitcase. "But there are still lingering tendrils of that less-than-wise period you went through. Go get your things from your bathroom. Now that I've rearranged your clothes, I have a place for them in this corner of the suitcase."

"Mom ..." She stared at her a moment and turned and went to the bathroom. She had learned to pick her battles, and this one wasn't worthwhile. A few minutes later, she brought her plastic bag to Deanna and handed it to her. "Keep it handy. I'll have to pull it for security at the airport."

"You're flying? Where?"

"Atlanta."

"Why?"

"I have something I have to do there."

"That's no answer. If you were still a teenager, I'd call it rude." She frowned. "Why didn't you answer the door?"

"I was in a hurry. I have to get out of here." She smiled. "I wasn't rejecting you. I gave you a key to the condo, didn't I? That means you're welcome anytime." She paused. "Why did you decide to come today? I don't think it's a coincidence."

"I dropped by your conference. I was going to take you to dinner."


(Continues...)

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Meet the Author

IRIS JOHANSEN is The New York Times bestselling author of What Doesn't Kill You; Bonnie; Quinn; Eve; Chasing The Night; Eight Days to Live; Blood Game; Deadlock; Dark Summer; Pandora's Daughter; Quicksand; Killer Dreams; On The Run; Countdown; Firestorm; Fatal Tide; Dead Aim; No One To Trust and, with Roy Johansen, Close Your Eyes, Storm Cycle, and Silent Thunder. She lives outside of Atlanta, GA.
Iris Johansen is the New York Times bestselling author of Chasing the Night, Blood Game, Eve, and Eight Days to Live, among others. She began writing after her children left home for college, and first achieved success in the early 1980s writing category romances. In 1991, she began writing suspense historical romance novels, and in 1996 she turned to crime fiction, with which she has had great success. She lives near Atlanta, Georgia.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was a waste of time and money. Both books one and two of this trilogy are at least half full of repetitious stories from previous books. I am fairly sure any new material could have been combined into one novel. I think the Author has gone overboard with her "special powers" characters and this drops her credibility as a crime/mystery writer to more of a fantasy writer. I am not sure I will even bother with #3 and while I have read all of her books I may have to say goodbye. I have many friends who abandoned her a long time ago for these same reasons.
Booker13 More than 1 year ago
SO MUCH MORE DISAPPOINTING with each new EVE BOOK THAT COMES OUT. If I were Jane, I would RUN not walk and never try to find Eve. How many times can you use the phrase "adopted daughter" before it becomes repetitive???? and when does adoptive daughter EVER EVER become daughter??? My Joe, My Jane MYMYMYMYMY Frankly I have been wondeering time afer time why I keep buying this series. IT keeps getting worse. I guess I kept HOPING that the author would actually take the time to read her own books and SEE WHAT WE SEE in the characters. AND NOW she has taken - at least in the last six books of chopping a book before a proper ending thereby forcing you to buy yet another if you want to get even a little closure. REALLY????? have you sunk that low to think we may not buy your book otherwise? You have taken a good character, good premise and turned it into...what man would want her and what child would want to be "adopted by her" I wish you would stop mass producing and really put some care into your characters and stories...you did ONCE UPON A TIME.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I'm not sure why I keep buying these books.  The characters of Eve, Joe and Jane are so lame.  I have read every book in the Eve Duncan series and don't feel any closer to these characters.  I also don't feel the closeness that Eve, Joe and Jane are supposed to feel for each other.   I thought in Taking Eve and Hunting Eve things would be different.  No, it's just more of the same repetitive verbiage.  I am all for strong, independent females but I think Ms. Johansen takes it WAY too far with her characters. I want to read more about Catherine.....  It may be time to find a new author to read.  
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enjoy this series. I've followed this character from the beginning and was looking forward to the sequel to Taking Eve. But this book dragged. And dragged. Only to turn into a trilogy. Very disappointing!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
You cannot go wrong with any of Iris Johansens books!! I like to be wisked away when I read and she does this in every book. Please keep them coming.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wow! Didn't see that ending coming! I couldn't put book down. Can't wait now to read next one - Silencing Eve.
penzgirl More than 1 year ago
As always Iris Johansen delivers on a fantastic story line, edge of the seat suspense. She never fails to capture me and doesn't let go until I finish the last page, even then I am held captive until I find the next book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
While a lot of people don't like trilogies, I don't mind, and I adore the Eve series and all of the "spin-offs." I love how Ms. Johansen has brought back characters from previous story lines to show the love they all have for Eve. I love the introduction of the new character (who I will not discuss for spoiler reasons). I have not grown tired of this series. I love the plot line, and I found the story very exciting. But the again, I love a good cliffhanger! Thanx for another sleepless night Ms. Johansen! Please keep them coming! -- SPeeD
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Another brilliant read
-Georgia More than 1 year ago
I will not read any more Iris Johansen books after this series.  The writing is horrid, not the story line.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The suspense is really getting to me in this series. Please don't let this be the end of Eve. The new people that have come in to help her are great also. Keep them around also. I really like this type of story from this author. She grabs your attention and keeps it until the end of the story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I am hooked on the EVE Duncan Series - have read every one and can't wait for the next. Keep them coming Iris Johansen! Karen Mitchell
sandymi More than 1 year ago
I normally love the Iris Johansen books but am very disappointed in this trilogy. I feel like I am left hanging in each book and would not buy the 3rd one if I didn't want to know what happened. I would not recommend this set of books to my friends. I would only give it a 2 star rating if that.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I follow all of her Eve Duncan books. I really enjoy them. Good reading
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Way too slow and repetitive. Get real with these endings, very annoying!! Will not buy another one.
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GoLoTu More than 1 year ago
Plot line goes astray from the preceding episodes. Seems more as a segue to the final book than a story/episode in its own right. Some of the writing needs editing and a closer focus on the credibility of the scenario being worked out. A somewhat unsatisfying and disappointing read.
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