Life hasn’t been quite the same for computer engineer Island Chaptal since March, an OCD-ridden professional killer, burst into her life to clean her bedroom and take her on a global chase for a legendary diamond. Sadly, the (hit) man doesn’t just break bones; he breaks hearts, too.
Since then, Island has found solace in Alex—the perfect boyfriend—and Ruby, a software project about to revolutionize online banking security…for the worse. When Island’s boss is found dead after allegedly using Ruby to steal a vast fortune, it’s up to her to clear his name and recover the money. Someone else wants answers, though, and this time, Island might be in over her head.
From New York to Zürich, it’s going to take the return of a cleaning expert, a mini-octopus, and Island’s wits to beat Ruby. All while deciding whether to trust a man who already jilted her, or one who may have his own deadly secrets…
About the Author
Camilla Monk is a French native who grew up in a Franco-American family. After finishing her studies, she taught English and French in Tokyo before returning to France to work in advertising. Today, she’s a managing partner in a small ad agency, where her job is to handle all things web-related and make silly drawings on the whiteboard when no one is looking. Her writing credits include the English resumes and cover letters of a great many French friends, and some essays as well. She’s also the critically acclaimed author of a few passive-aggressive notes pasted in her building’s elevator.
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“Destiny feverishly pressed her perfectly sculpted body to Colt’s. He growled, the evidence of his untamable desire a heat-seeking missile against her panties. ‘I love you, baby. I got you under my skin! I’ll fight them all for you, honeypots, even your father!’”
—Natasha Onyx, Muscled Passion of the SEAL #2: Blitzlove
I used to be very critical of this particular volume of MPOTS, on the grounds that I didn’t think they should be going at it in the helicopter while those FBI guys from the CIA—I keep confusing them—are still chasing after them. That’s being an engineer for you: safety first! I’ve since come to revise my opinion, because I realize I can relate to almost everything Destiny experiences, save for the bra-ripping heat-seeking-missile part.
For one, she has a wavy auburn bob, just like me, and hazel eyes. We’re both tall—yes, five foot three is tall, shut up—and we both have a sculpted body, albeit mine is in the shape of a stick. My name is Island Chaptal, which is just as stylish as Destiny Heartwind, and I too ended up being consumed by the blazing flames of passion in the arms of a dangerous man. Thank God he had an extinguisher and didn’t let things go too far . . .
Indeed, my own Colt Brannigan was too much of a gentleman to rip the panties off a twenty-five-year-old virgin after kidnapping her. We spent five days racing from Paris to Tokyo in search of a two-billion-dollar diamond . . . and I got abandoned in a hotel room with my underwear still intact and my heart broken in a zillion pieces.
Now, I know what you’re thinking: six months spent eating Ben & Jerry’s, a mountain of tissues, increasingly gloomy Facebook posts, all leading to a botched suicide attempt with cough syrup. I’m better than that. I did spend a week surviving solely on Mounds bars, I nearly overdosed on romance books, and there were, indeed, tears and sad J-pop for a while, but my descent stopped there. The cough syrup thing is just a story my new boyfriend told me—happened to one of his little sister’s schoolmates after some punk dumped her on Twitter. High school, these days . . .
In any case, that poor girl survived a scathing “#UJustAKid #WerInDifrntPlces” and half a bottle of Theraflu, just as I survived falling hard for an OCD-ridden hit man whose real name I didn’t even know. March, most of the time, but also Mr. April, May, June, July . . . You get the idea.
By the way, if March had actually possessed a Twitter account, I suspect he’d have sent me the same message, only with more vowels.
Oh well, like the Beatles said: life goes on . . .
If you paused on the words “hit man” in the above sentence, by now you’ve guessed that said life was a little more complicated than your average computer engineer’s. Well, to quote one of the most goal-oriented assholes I ever met in my life, “We’re only getting started.”
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I received an ARC from the author in exchange for an honest review. I have been putting off this review for a long time because once I write it, I must accept that I have finished the novel and the wait for book 3 begins. If I loved Spotless, I don’t think there are words for how I feel about Beating Ruby. I don’t think I could love this series more if I tried. It is utter perfection in every way and has everything you could ever want in a novel whether that be action, romance, or humor. Monk (and her leading lady Island) has a unique voice that gives her life all her own. I didn’t think it was possible for an author to fit so much personality into a fictional character, but I feel as if Island and I are old friends, that she is flesh and blood instead of words on paper. Not to mention she is far more relatable than the plethora of heroines I read about. I will be honest and say that Beating Ruby was a bit hard to get into. Mainly because, like Island, I was still too hung up on March to give Alex, or the plotline itself, a chance. I am so glad I hung in there though. Monk likes to torture her readers with what ifs and maybes, but at least in the instance, she wasn’t a complete sadist. While I enjoyed Spotless, I definitely feel that Beating Ruby surpassed the bar its prequel raised. It still had the same sassy humor and brains that Spotless had. However, I feel Beating Ruby brought more emotions that Spotless just didn’t touch. Of course, there was plenty of leftover turmoil from secrets revealed in Spotless to fuel the emotional fire as well as questions that still needed answers. Again, Monk ends her sequel with what I would consider a cliffhanger. I should be furious that I have to suffer yet again until she graces us with the third in the series. However, I think I can forgive her since Beating Ruby surpassed its predecessor. Even if the third is only half as good as the first two, I will be content. ❧ Arec