Stop at Nothing

Stop at Nothing

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by Kate SeRine
     
 

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"Heart-pounding action and steamy sexual tension. This series is a must read!"-Julie Ann Walker, New York Times bestselling author of the Black Knights Inc. series

When a high-profile investigation goes wrong, FBI Agent Kyle Dawson is transferred back home where he is forced to confront his demons...and the only woman he ever loved. Three years ago, Kyle

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"Heart-pounding action and steamy sexual tension. This series is a must read!"-Julie Ann Walker, New York Times bestselling author of the Black Knights Inc. series

When a high-profile investigation goes wrong, FBI Agent Kyle Dawson is transferred back home where he is forced to confront his demons...and the only woman he ever loved. Three years ago, Kyle and Abby Morrow shared a wild, passionate summer-then Abby broke his heart.

Now she needs his help
Kyle never stopped loving Abby. So when Abby uncovers evidence of a human-trafficking ring, leading to her sister's kidnapping, he swears he'll stop at nothing to bring her sister home and keep Abby safe. Caught in a lethal game of cat and mouse and blindsided by their own explosive desires, they must set aside the past before it's too late.

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Publishers Weekly
09/14/2015
SeRine kicks off her Protect and Serve series with this serviceable but unpolished contemporary. After three years in New Orleans and a difficult investigation that went nowhere, FBI agent Kyle Dawson is reassigned back to Indiana, where his three brothers and father are respected law enforcement officers. Wanting to reconnect with his ex-lover, sheriff’s investigator Abby Morrow, Kyle leaves her a voice mail, even though she broke his heart. When she tells him that her sister has been kidnapped and Abby and her nephew are in mortal danger, Kyle steps in to help, and Abby and Kyle soon passionately pick up where they left off. Hired assassins, sex trafficking, grisly text messages, and savvy computer work all lead Kyle to suspect that his New Orleans case and Abby’s family troubles are (of course) connected. The book offers suspense and sexual encounters in equal abundance, with villains aplenty. Law enforcement enthusiasts will respect SeRine’s deft descriptions of police work, but romance devotees might find the lust and endearments somewhat repetitive and heavy-handed. Agent: Nicole Resciniti, Seymour Agency. (Nov.)
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"Heart-pounding action and steamy sexual tension. This series is a must read!" - Julie Ann Walker, New York Times bestselling author of the Black Knights Inc. series

"[A] satisfying romance..." - Booklist

"Packed with nonstop drama and sizzling romance, this debut novel in the Protect & Serve series will get hearts racing!" - RT Book Reviews, 4 Stars

"This is a great start to a new series and I really can't wait to read more into the Dawson family in the future. SerRine has a new hit series with this one!" - Crystal's Many Reviewers, 5 Stars

"[A] thrilling ride of passion, intrigue and turmoil... I will be awaiting the next book with enthusiasm." - Paranormal Haven, 4 Stars

"The beginning of a sizzling series." - Fresh Fiction

"I enjoyed Stop At Nothing so much that I read it in one sitting. Refreshing romantic suspense read that brings with it all the feels! I cannot wait to see who the next brother will be to fall in love, and capture the bad guy." - The Reading Cave

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781492618348
Publisher:
Sourcebooks
Publication date:
11/03/2015
Series:
Protect & Serve Series, #1
Pages:
320
Sales rank:
299,111
Product dimensions:
4.20(w) x 6.90(h) x 0.90(d)

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Stop at Nothing


By Kate SeRine

Sourcebooks, Inc.

Copyright © 2015 Kate SeRine
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ISBN: 978-1-4926-1835-5


CHAPTER 1

Well, son of a bitch.


The little bastard had decided to run. Didn't that just fucking figure? It was at least ninety degrees, and the air was so thick Kyle might as well have been trying to inhale the gumbo that the citizens of New Orleans found so enticing. And now that freaky little shit Harlan Rhodes was sprinting down Decatur Street wearing nothing but a Speedo, tube socks, and glittery gold sneakers.

No one even raised an eyebrow — except for a random tourist or two who hadn't quite figured out that natives of the Big Easy were rarely surprised by anything.

"Dawson!"

Kyle groaned inwardly when his partner, Dave Peterman, called out to him. He could already hear the ass-chewing he was going to get later for pissing on protocol. But screw it — Kyle wasn't letting Rhodes give him the slip. No way in hell. He'd been working this case almost since he'd arrived in New Orleans a year ago and finally had the key witness needed to put an end to one of the biggest human-trafficking operations in the country. Peterman was just going to have to get his ass moving.

Rhodes suddenly darted into the street, sprinting toward Jackson Square, causing cars to come to a screeching halt. Kyle raced after him, ignoring the cacophony of blaring horns and shouted obscenities. Sweat soaked through his shirt. His suit jacket and tie began to feel like a wet straitjacket, restricting his movement. But the adrenaline pumping through his veins pushed him forward.

For all his wiriness, Rhodes was struggling just as much as Kyle in the heavy air, his strides beginning to slow even as he vaulted over a couple picnicking in the grass. The muscles in Kyle's legs were on fire and his breath sawed in and out, but he surged forward in a burst of speed.

When he was within a few feet of Rhodes, Kyle lunged, tackling the other man. They crashed to the pavement, sliding along the concrete path and nearly taking down a bride and groom making their vows before a preacher dressed in a Colonel Sanders-like white suit, string tie, and goatee. Ignoring the couple's startled cries, Kyle wrapped his arm around Rhodes's neck, putting him in a headlock and rolling until the man was on his stomach. Kyle scrambled to his knees and twisted Rhodes's arm behind him. The man bucked, trying to throw him off, forcing Kyle to press his knee into Rhodes's back to keep him down.

"Now," Kyle panted, having to yell as the brass band on the other side of the fence struck up their first tune of the afternoon, "I think you had a few things you wanted to tell me, Harlan ..."

"Suck my dick!" Rhodes spat. "I ain't tellin' you shit, Dawson!"

Kyle shrugged, slapping handcuffs on Rhodes and dragging him to his feet. "That's what you think, asshole."


* * *

Kyle popped a handful of peanut M&M's into his mouth just as Peterman stormed out of the assistant director's office and halted abruptly to give Kyle a shitty look. So, pretty much business as usual.

He'd been catching hell from the moment he set foot in the New Orleans office. The other agents treated him like a piece of shit that'd been dumped on their lawn. Whatever. He didn't give a rat's ass what anyone else thought of him personally. He wasn't there to make friends; he was there to do his job. If they felt threatened by that, then screw them.

So instead of kissing their asses to ingratiate himself into their good-ol-'boys' club or slinking off into a corner to lick his wounds, Kyle had fallen back on the arrogance and insolence that had served him so well before. He'd figured out a long time ago how to get under people's skin and turn their own attitudes around on them, thanks in no small part to the decades-long pissing match he had going on with his father.

"You guys have a nice chat?" he taunted Peterman. "Or were you just dropping by to polish Skinner's knob before demanding a new partner?"

"Fuck off, Dawson," Peterman sneered. "I gotta get home to my kid. I don't have time for your shit."

Kyle leaned back on the hand-carved wooden bench that sat in the hallway outside his boss's office, regarding what he figured was now his former partner, and feigned a concerned frown. "How will I go on? First Hughes and now you? I'm heartbroken, Peterman."

Peterman's already florid face turned an alarming shade of purple. When he opened his mouth to respond to Kyle's sarcasm, Kyle held up his hand. "No, no. Please don't give me the 'It's not you, it's me' speech. Let me spare you the effort. You're right, Peterman — it is you. I accept that. And I forgive you."

"Forgive —?" The vein in Peterman's forehead began to pulse. "You're an arrogant prick, you know that?"

"Dawson!"

Kyle hopped to his feet. "Sorry, gotta run. Boss wants to see me." He shivered with mock excitement. "Can't wait to see what he has to say. Our private chats are always so scintillating."

Peterman snorted derisively then stormed away, shaking his head and mumbling something under his breath.

Ignoring the way his gut clenched in apprehension, Kyle cleared his throat and plastered on his most carefree grin before swaggering into his boss's office. "You know, I don't think Peterman knows what scintillating means," he said, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder.

Assistant Director Skinner eyed Kyle with his bland, dispassionate gaze and asked on a sigh, "Beg pardon?"

"Scintillating," Kyle explained. "That's how I described our private chats. But it was totally lost on Peterman. Really, sir, I just can't stay partners with someone who has such a limited vocabulary."

"Well, good thing you won't have to," Skinner replied.

Kyle's brows shot up. "Really?" he said, dropping into the chair across from Skinner's desk. "Sweet! So, who's up next? Please tell me my new partner's a hot redhead named Scully."

Skinner blinked.

Kyle gaped at him. "Seriously? You're an assistant director at the FBI who's named Skinner, and you've never seen an episode of The X-Files? Not ever?"

"No, Dawson," Skinner retorted, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands over his stomach. "I'm happy to say I learned how to be an agent from shutting my piehole and listening to the more seasoned agents who knew what the hell they were doing, instead of acting like a self-important, smart-ass prick."

"I thought I was an arrogant prick," Kyle corrected. "You and Peterman really need to coordinate your insults better. It's confusing."

Skinner's eyes flashed. "Arrogant, self-important — take your pick. You've been here less than a year, Dawson, and you've already pissed away two partners. No one wants to work with you because you're reckless and dangerous and have no respect for authority or for the badge you carry."

"That's not true," Kyle shot back, his indignation genuine. "I have a great deal of respect for the badge."

The muscle in Skinner's jaw twitched, but he maintained his composure. "I knew you'd be trouble the minute you walked in the door."

Kyle's internal shit-storm alarm started blaring loud and clear, so he took his cockiness down a notch, ready to play nice. "Sir —"

"Oh, I've heard all about your family, Dawson," Skinner interrupted before Kyle could make good on his shift in attitude. "What'd you think? You could come down here, do whatever the hell you wanted just because your granddaddy's got his name in the history books?"

When Kyle merely clenched his jaw, Skinner continued. "Heard all about your daddy too. About his renegade methods of dispensing justice, how he runs his county and expects all you boys to follow in his footsteps. Except you didn't, did you? Well, let me tell you something, son. If you need to work out your daddy issues, you can head on back up north."

Kyle's spine stiffened, but he managed to maintain his blank expression in spite of the mention of his father, torn between defending his father's unorthodox but extremely effective ways of fighting the crime that trickled into their county from Detroit and Chicago, and distancing himself from the infamous Mac Dawson as he'd been trying to do his entire life.

"I don't have any contact with my father," he replied, his words as stiff as his posture. "Not anymore."

Eh — what could he say? Old habits die hard.

"Well," Skinner said, cracking a smile that seemed rather menacing. "Guess that's about to change."

Kyle's blood went cold. "What?"

Now Skinner's smile was positively smug. "You're being transferred."

Kyle's stomach sank. "Sir," he said, ditching the devil-may-care act entirely, "if this is about Harlan Rhodes and what happened in Jackson Square today, I had to do what was necessary to bring him in. Peterman and I have never seen eye-to-eye on how to deal with this case, but soon we'll have what we need to —"

"It's not about Rhodes," Skinner interrupted, "even though I've got that little asshole spewing excessive-force allegations against you to anyone and everyone who'll listen. I've already had two phone calls about it — one from that weaselly little bastard who calls himself a lawyer. You're damned lucky Rhodes is spilling his guts, or you'd be even farther up shit creek than you already are."

Kyle shook his head. "Then what gives? I'm one of the best agents you have." When Skinner grunted, Kyle added, "Tell me I'm lying."

"You don't get it, do you?" Skinner said, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his desk and clasp his hands together. "Dawson, you could be the greatest agent of all time, but we have a little thing we like to call the Law around here. And I expect my agents to abide by it."

"Sir —"

Skinner narrowed his eyes. "You waltz in here with your cocky attitude and your blatant disregard for the rules and regulations, and you think you should get a pat on the back for it? Well, that dog might hunt with some folks, son, but not with me. I've been working on eighty-sixing your ass since you walked into my building. I'm just disappointed it took me this long to kick you to the curb."

Kyle's temples began to throb as it hit him that Skinner had been planning this since he'd waltzed — yeah, he'd waltzed, no question — into the New Orleans office. He'd been cocky, complacent, smug.

And he'd seriously fucked up by not playing nice in the sandbox with the rest of the kids.

He'd been shitting on authority for so long just to spite his father that he hadn't considered what it might eventually cost him when he'd decided to walk away from his job as a deputy in Fairfield County and flip the proverbial bird to his father by joining the FBI.

Oh, sure — he'd won that battle, showing his dad that the guilt trips and harsh code of honor that had governed their family for generations couldn't sway him. But his heart had been the ultimate casualty. Because in finally breaking away from the Old Man's will, he'd also left her behind. Abby Morrow. The woman who'd captured his heart like no one else ever had — and then shattered it into a million jagged pieces. Even thinking of her now made his chest tight with heartache and regret.

He gave himself a quick shake, pushing away the image of Abby's sensual smile, bright cornflower-blue eyes, and flawless fair skin and forcing his attention back to the news that he was being reassigned. He cleared his throat. "Where're you sending me?"

Skinner's lips twitched. "Well, since the apple doesn't seem to fall far from the tree, it seems only fitting that you go fill a spot in one of our northern Indiana resident agencies."

Kyle suppressed a resigned, bitter laugh. The irony of being forced back home when he'd worked so hard to break away was not lost on him. But it was too late to confess that his attitude and brash behavior were all an act, that upholding the law was in his blood — no matter how much he wanted to deny it — and that getting scum off the streets was not just his job, but his calling. Any protestations of the sort would just look like he was a whiny bitch trying to save his own ass.

So, instead, he donned his most unconcerned demeanor and flashed what he imagined was an infuriatingly undaunted grin. "So when do I leave?"

CHAPTER 2

Three weeks later ...


Abby Morrow frowned at the data displayed on her monitor. It didn't make any sense. But she'd pulled the files four times and received the same results each time. There was no way she'd made a mistake.

She'd never been so sorry to be right in all her life.

Damn it.

She ran her hands through her already disheveled blond hair, then dropped her face into her hands with a groan, not wanting to believe what she was seeing. But as much as she hated to admit it, facts didn't lie. That was the beauty of being a digital forensics investigator and the primary reason she'd chosen the specialty.

Other facets of law enforcement could be murky and not as clear-cut. How many times were convictions based on mostly circumstantial evidence? Even the science of law enforcement had a certain margin of error. But when it came to digital evidence, the information was either there or it wasn't. She let the detectives draw their own conclusions from whatever facts she uncovered.

In this case, those facts were most definitely staring her right in the face. The texts, the photos, and the call logs that the individuals had tried so desperately to hide were right there on her screen.

Her stomach churned with the implications.

Just how in the hell had she managed to get sucked into this mess?

Oh, that's right ... She'd asked to take on this particular freelance job. No, no. Not asked. Begged was far more accurate. She'd bugged the hell out of Sheriff Dawson, assuring him that taking on a paying client in a private investigation wouldn't interfere with her duties for the Sheriff's Department in any way, until he'd finally relented and had given his okay for her to take on the very lucrative opportunity.

There was nothing Abby loved more than a challenge, and this job definitely fit that description. She'd jumped at the chance, eager to take on something more than the standard cell-phone data pull or hard-drive extract.

Great call there, Abby. Sheer brilliance.

Of course, she never could've guessed what she'd find. That had been a total — and devastating — surprise.

She glanced at the clock in the lower right corner of her screen and cursed under her breath. She'd have to sort everything out later when she had time to mull it over. Right now, she had to get her butt moving or she'd be late picking up her nephew, Tyler. And that was the last thing the boy needed right now.

She quickly saved the reports to her encrypted flash drive, then grabbed a couple of Tums from the top desk drawer while her laptop powered down. She'd pull the data one last time later, just to make absolutely certain she hadn't missed anything before she turned in her final report to her client.

If she turned in her report to her client.

She considered denying the findings, claiming she couldn't hack the technology, which certainly could happen if a device was too new. She shook her head and pressed her lips together in a frustrated line. She had fought seriously freaking hard to establish her reputation in the male-dominated field. Her client was the sort of man who had the power to ensure her career came to a grinding halt. Under any other circumstances, she would've just turned over the data to him and let those involved worry about what happened next. And yet ...

Damn and double damn.

She shoved the flash drive into the pocket of her capris and grabbed her cell phone from her desk. She impulsively dialed a number on her way to the front door, desperately in need of a second opinion. But she came to an abrupt halt, her thumb hovering over the Call button, and stared at the phone number on the screen. Her heart skipped a beat and her breath hitched in her lungs when she realized who she'd been about to contact.

Since the day she'd met Kyle Dawson at the police academy, he'd been her best friend, her confidant, her go-to guy when she had a case she couldn't quite figure out and needed a fresh set of eyes.

But he was the last person she should be calling right now. Or ever, for that matter. She'd made damned sure to burn that bridge, hadn't she?

Of course, that hadn't stopped her from thinking about him every single freaking day in the three years since she'd broken things off, missing the warmth of his arms around her even after all this time. How many times had she almost dialed his number, wishing she could confide in him, laugh with him, make love with him as she had countless times that summer before he'd left for Quantico?

She shoved her phone into her purse sitting on the credenza next to the front door. No, there'd be no running to Kyle for advice. She already knew what she had to do.


(Continues...)

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Kate SeRine writes award-winning romantic suspense and paranormal romance. A past recipient of an Emily Award and the National Readers Choice Award, she has also been a finalist in the Fire and Ice Contest, Finally a Bride Contest, and the Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence. She lives with her husband and two sons outside Indianapolis, Indiana. Connect with Kate at www.kateserine.com.

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Stop at Nothing 3.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
DebsIN 11 months ago
Romantic suspense is one of my favorite storylines and "Stop At Nothing" did not disappoint. There was such an easy flow to the story, that following the many people introduced was not a problem for me. I was able to follow not only the H and h, but many others in the storyline without getting lost. I have read many stories that introduce many people in the story and you are totally lost and have to look back to see where they fit. This was not so with "Stop At Nothing". This is the first read for me by Kate SeRine, and I look forward to reading more.
BuckeyeAngel More than 1 year ago
Dawson has been working in New Orleans on putting an end to the biggest human trafficking ring in the country. He works for the FBI. Abby was a digital forensics investigator and the girl who had shattered Dawson's heart. Now he was reassigned to the FBI office back home. I loved this story. It had everything in it: Intrigue, Danger, Drama and Romance. I loved the characters, plot, and overall story. I highly recommend. **I received an ARC of this story in exchange for an honest review
Sailon More than 1 year ago
Stop at Nothing is a new FBI suspense, thriller from Kate SeRine. Abby an investigator working in forensic accounting, is thrown back together with Kyle, a transferred FBI agent and ex-lover. Abby finds evidence of a human trafficking ring that has high and numerous political ties. Trying to keep herself and her nephew safe, Kyle comes to the rescue. All the characters seem well developed and likable. Kyle is especially snarky and has plenty of attitude. There is a lot going on in the plot. It runs at a very fast pace but for some reason it didn’t completely work for me. Good base story, great characters, just a little too busy for my tastes. I received this ARC copy of Stop at Nothing from SOURCEBOOKS Casablanca in exchange for a honest review.
DiiMI More than 1 year ago
Abby broke his heart after one fantastic summer of love, lust and chemistry, but that was three years ago. FBI agent Kyle Dawson should be over it, but returning home via transfer proves that she is still the woman who owns his heart. When Abby needs his help, what could he do but answer the call? Abby has discovered a human trafficking ring, and now her sister has been taken. When Kyle becomes convinced that this is related to another investigation he was on, he will stop at nothing to bring Abby’s sister home and the human traffickers to their knees. The only distractions he faces are his father and Abby, both relationships volatile, but only one lights the fires of desire in his heart. Can Abby and Kyle start over or is this only Abby’s gratitude and fears for her sister that bring her to Kyle’s bed again? Stop at Nothing by Kate SeRine has all the chemistry one needs between two intense characters who must look to an unknown future and leave the past behind. Tons of tension, loads of lust and another tale of one of contemporary history’s most foul blight. Romantic suspense doing a slow simmer over a flame of love and lust, Ms. SeRine is sure to give her readers what they want. I received an ARC edition from Sourcebooks Casablanca in exchange for my honest review.
Pure_Jonel More than 1 year ago
SeRine enters her world of law enforcers with a sense of flash and flair. Her descriptions bring this world to life, giving readers a peek into the lives of her characters. The writing was solid and the narrative was full of suspense. The different aspects of the novel didn’t always mesh together well for me. There seemed to be a distance between what should and what is happening. Yet it didn’t detract much from the I’ll admit there were a few times that the novel read like a later book in the series, rather than the first. SeRine leaves issues to be expanded on at a later date that would have better built the world if they were clearer now. The characters in this novel were quite well developed. I found I got to know each of them on many levels. The hero of this story was easy to like. He wanted & needed to succeed. At the same time, he was real and full of spunk. I also really enjoyed getting to know Abby. She was fun & funny. The secondary characters rounded out the novel well, playing their parts while also becoming well liked individuals. I appreciate the way that SeRine sets many of them up to play larger roles in later novels in the series. The characters definitely kept this novel in the realm of awesome for me. This was a good introduction to SeRine’s new series. I enjoyed the world that she’s created and am looking forward to seeing what comes next. Please note that I received a complimentary copy of this work in exchange for an honest review.
CoffeeBreakandaGoodBook More than 1 year ago
As the first book in the author’s Protect & Serve Series, Stop at Nothing grabbed my attention and didn’t let go. It’s full of action, suspense, family drama, sexual chemistry and tension, and so much more! Kyle has been transferred from the FBI’s New Orleans office back to his small hometown near Chicago. His brothers work for his father in the County Sheriff Department. Also working as a Sheriff Deputy is the woman who broke his heart before he left for New Orleans, Abby. Abby’s family is in trouble and Kyle vows to make sure whomever is behind the kidnapping of Abby’s sister pays for what was done. Even though they have been apart for the last few years, the sexual tension between Kyle and Abby is like they were always together. I adore these two together! I, also, love how close she is to his father and the rest of Kyle’s family – more so than he ever was. It has more than made up for how crappy her family has always been. She loves her nephew more than anything, despite how awful her brother turned out to be and the fact that her sister put her own life and happiness before her own son’s. The rest of the characters are very likable. My only issue with this story is that it felt like it was a continuation of another book. I got the feeling that I walked into a private joke and wasn’t part of the clique. Other than that, this was a fantastic read worth the afternoon it took to complete. *A copy of this book was provided for review.
gigiluvsbooks More than 1 year ago
When a high-profile investigation goes wrong, FBI Agent Kyle Dawson is transferred back home where he is forced to confront his demons…and the only woman he ever loved. Three years ago, Kyle and Abby Morrow shared a wild, passionate summer—then Abby broke his heart. NOW SHE NEEDS HIS HELP Kyle never stopped loving Abby. So when Abby uncovers evidence of a human-trafficking ring, leading to her sister’s kidnapping, he swears he’ll stop at nothing to bring her sister home and keep Abby safe. Caught in a lethal game of cat and mouse and blindsided by their own explosive desires, they must set aside the past before it’s too late. Review: I am a Huge fan of Ms. SeRine's Transplanted Tales series and was anxious to see how she did with a romantic suspense storyline. In my opinion she did a bang-up job! The story was intriguing, the characters were interesting and I have to say this is way more sexy than any of her previous stories. Kyle was probably my favorite character; I liked his snarky attitude, but he is caring, committed and has issues which make him more interesting. I liked Kyle and Abby together and was glad they got past all their obstacles. There is a lot going on in the plot of the story and there were a few red herrings in the beginning, but I guessed early on who was really behind everything. This did not take anything away from my enjoyment of the story, which was sexy and exciting. I saw that the next book is about Gabe and Elle, now those two had a ton of chemistry..cannot wait to read their story. I think Abby's sister should get her own story too, for me there is a lot that could be done with her. Excellent start to a new series! 4Stars *Received a copy of this book from the publisher in exchange for a fair and honest review.*