Indulgence in Death (In Death Series #31)

Indulgence in Death (In Death Series #31)

by J. D. Robb

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NYPSD Lieutenant Eve Dallas must discover who’s preying on those who cater to the rich and famous in this thriller in the #1 New York Times bestselling In Death series. 
When a murder disrupts the Irish vacation she is taking with her husband, Roarke, Eve realizes that no place is safe—not an Irish wood or the streets of the manic city she calls home. But nothing prepares her for what she discovers upon her return to the cop shop in New York...
A limo driver is shot through the neck with a crossbow. Then a high-priced escort is found stabbed through the heart with a bayonet. Eve begins to fear that she has come across that most dangerous of criminal, a thrill-killer, but one with a taste for the finer things in life—and death.
As time runs out on another innocent victim’s life, Eve’s investigation will take her into the rarified circle that her husband Roarke travels in—and into the perverted heart of madness...

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780425240465
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 03/29/2011
Series: In Death Series , #31
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 60,477
Product dimensions: 4.20(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.20(d)
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

J. D. Robb is the pseudonym for a #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than 200 novels, including the bestselling In Death series. There are more than 500 million copies of her books in print.


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The road was a killer, hardly wider than a decent stream of spit and snaking like a cobra between giant bushes loaded with strange flowers that resembled drops of blood.

She had to remind herself that the trip had been her idea—love was another killer—but how could she have known driving in western Ireland meant risking life and limb at every curve?

Rural Ireland, she thought, holding her breath as they zipped around the next turn on the Journey of Death. Where the towns were barely a hiccup on the landscape, and where she was pretty damn sure the cows outnumbered the people. And the sheep outnumbered the cows.

And why didn't that cause anyone concern? she wondered. Didn't people consider what could happen if armies of farm animals united in revolt?

When Murder Road finally carved its way out of the blood-drop bushes, the world opened up into fields and hills, green, green, eerily green against a sky stacked with clouds that couldn't decide if they wanted to rain or just sit there ominously. And she knew those dots all over the green were sheep and cows.

Probably discussing war strategy.

She'd actually seen them hanging around those weird—and okay, a little bit fascinating—stone ruins. Towering, tumbling places that had maybe been castles or forts. A good place for armies of farm animals to plot their revolt.

Maybe it was beautiful in a hang-the-painting-on-your-wall kind of way, but it just wasn't natural. No, it was too natural, she corrected. That was the deal, too much nature, too much open. Even the houses scattered over the endless landscape insisted on decking themselves out with flowers. Everything blooming, colors smashed against colors, shapes against shapes.

She'd even seen clothes hanging on lines like executed prisoners. It was 2060, for God's sake. Didn't people out here own drying units?

And speaking of that—yeah, speaking of that—where was all the air traffic? She'd barely spotted a handful of airtrams, and not a single ad blimp lumbered overhead blasting out its hype on sales.

No subway, no glide carts, no tourists blissfully providing marks for street thieves, no maxibuses farting, no Rapid Cab drivers cursing.

God, she missed New York.

She couldn't even risk driving to take her mind off it, as for some cruel, inexplicable reason people over here insisted on driving on the wrong side of the road.


She was a cop, sworn to protect and serve, so she could hardly get behind the wheel on these death-trap roads where she'd probably end up mowing down innocent civilians. And maybe some farm animals while she was at it.

She wondered if they'd ever get where they were going, and what the odds were of getting there in one piece.

Maybe she should run some probabilities.

The road narrowed again, boxed in again, and Lieutenant Eve Dallas, veteran murder cop, pursuer of psychopaths, serial killers, homicidal deviants, fought to hold back a squeal as her side of the car lightly kissed the hedges.

Her husband of two years—and the reason she'd suggested this leg of their vacation—took his hand off the wheel to pat her thigh. "Relax, Lieutenant."

"Watch the road! Don't look at me, look at the road. Except it's not really a road. It's a track. What are these damn bushes, and why are they here?"

"It's fuchsia. Lovely, aren't they?"

They made her think of blood spatter, possibly resulting from a massacre by a battalion of farm animals.

"They ought to move them away from the stupid road."

"I imagine they were here first."

Ireland wound through his voice a lot more appealingly than the road wound through the countryside.

She risked a glance in his direction. He looked happy, she realized. Relaxed, happy, at ease in a thin leather jacket and T-shirt, his black hair swept back from that amazing face (another killer), his eyes so rich a blue it made the heart ache.

She remembered they'd nearly died together a few weeks before, and he'd been badly wounded. She'd thought—she could still remember that breathless instant when she'd thought she'd lost him.

And here he was, alive and whole. So maybe she'd forgive him for being amused at her expense.


Besides, it was her own fault. She'd suggested they take part of their vacation, their anniversary celebration, here so he could visit the family he'd only recently discovered. She'd been here before, after all.

Of course, that trip she'd taken in a jet-copter.

When he slowed as they entered what could very loosely be called a town, she breathed a little easier.

"Nearly there now," he told her. "This is Tulla. Sinead's farm is a few kilometers from the village."

Okay, they'd made it this far. Ordering herself to settle down, she scooped a hand through her choppy cap of brown hair.

"Look there. The sun's breaking through."

She studied the miserly opening in the gray, and the watery beam that struggled through. "Wow, the light. It's blinding."

He laughed, reached out to smooth a hand over the hair she'd just ruffled. "We're out of our element, Lieutenant. Maybe it's good for us to be out of the norm now and again."

She knew her norm. Death, investigation, the insanity of a city that ran instead of walked, the smells of a cop shop, the rush and the burden of command.

Some of that had become Roarke's norm in the last couple years, she mused. He juggled that with his own world, which was buying, selling, owning, creating pretty much every freaking thing in the known universe.

His beginnings had been as dark and ugly as hers. Dublin street rat, she thought, thief, conniver, survivor of a brutal, murderous father. The mother he'd never known hadn't been so lucky.

From that, he'd built an empire—not always on the sunny side of the law.

And she, cop to the bone, had fallen for him despite the shadows—or maybe because of them. But there was more to him than either of them had known, and the more lived on a farm outside of the little village of Tulla in County Clare.

"We could've taken a copter from the hotel," she said to him.

"I like the drive."

"I know you mean that, so it makes me wonder about you, pal."

"We'll take a shuttle when we leave for Florence."

"No argument."

"And we'll have a candlelight dinner in our suite." He glanced toward her with that relaxed, happy smile. "The best pizza in the city."

"Now you're talking."

"It means a lot to them that we'd come like this—together—for a couple of days."

"I like them," she said of his mother's family. "Sinead, the rest. Vacations are good. I just have to work myself into the mode and stop thinking about what's going on back at Central. What do people do here, anyway?"

"They work, farm, run shops, tend homes and families, go to the pub for a pint and community. Simple doesn't mean unfulfilled."

She let out a little snort. "You'd go crazy here."

"Oh, within a week. We're urban creatures, you and I, but I can appreciate those who make this way their own, who value and support community. Comhar," he added, "that's the Irish word for it. It's particular to the west counties."

There were woods now, sort of looming back from the road, and pretty—if you went for that kind of thing—stretches of fields divided by low walls of rock she imagined had been mined from the pretty fields.

She recognized the house when Roarke turned. It managed to be sprawling and tidy at the same time, fronted with flowers in what Roarke had told her they called a dooryard. If buildings sent off an aura, she supposed this one would be content.

Roarke's mother had grown up here before she'd run off to the bright lights of Dublin. There, young, naive, trusting, she'd fallen in love with Patrick Roarke, had borne his child. And had died trying to save that child.

Now her twin sister ran the house, helped run the farm with the man she'd married, with their children and siblings, parents—the whole brood seemed to root here, in the green.

Sinead stepped out of the house, telling Eve she'd been watching for them. Her gilded red hair framed her pretty face where green eyes warmed in welcome.

It wasn't the connection of blood kin that put that affection on her face, or in the arms she stretched out. It was family. Blood, Eve knew, didn't always mean warmth and welcome.

Sinead caught Roarke in a solid, swaying hug, and as her murmured greeting was in Irish, Eve couldn't understand the words. But the emotion translated.

This was love, open and accepting.

When she turned, Eve found herself caught in the same full-on embrace. It widened her eyes, shifted her balance.

"Fáilte abhaile. Welcome home."

"Thanks. Ah…;"

"Come in, come in. We're all in the kitchen or out the back. We've enough food to feed the army we are, and thought we'd have a picnic, as you've brought such nice weather."

Eve cast a glance up at the sky, and supposed there were degrees of nice weather, depending where you stood on the planet.

"I'll have one of the boys fetch your bags and take them up to your room. Oh, it's good to see your faces. We're all here now. We're all home."

They were fed and feted, surrounded and questioned. Eve managed the names and faces by imagining them all as suspects on a murder board—even the ones who toddled and crawled.

Especially the one who kept toddling over and trying to claw its way into her lap.

"Our Devin's a lady's man." His mother—Maggie—laughed as she hauled him up, and in the way of some women, lodged him effortlessly on her hip. "Da says you're off to Italy next. Connor and I splurged on our honeymoon and went to Venice. It was brilliant."

The kid on her hip babbled something and bounced.

"All right, my man, since we're having a holiday. I'm after getting him another biscuit. Would you like one?"

"No, thanks. I'm good."

A moment later, Eve felt an itch between her shoulder blades. Shifting, she saw a boy staring at her. She recognized him—the Brody family green eyes, the solar system of freckles—from when the family had come to New York the previous Thanksgiving.

"What's the deal?" she demanded.

"I'm wondering if you've got your stunner."

She hadn't worn the harness, but she'd strapped her clutch piece to her ankle. Old habits die hard, she supposed, just as she supposed Sinead and the rest of the females wouldn't appreciate her showing the kid the weapon at a family picnic.

"Why? Somebody need to go down?"

He grinned at that. "My sister, if you wouldn't mind."

"What's the offense?"

"Being a git. That should be enough."

She knew the gist of the meaning from Roarke's use of the word when he lapsed into his native slang. "Not in New York, ace. The city's full of gits."

"I think I'll be a cop and blast the bad guys. How many've you blasted?"

Bloodthirsty little bastard, Eve thought. She liked him. "No more than my share. Putting them in a cage is more satisfying than blasting them."


"It lasts longer."

He considered that. "Well now, I'll blast them first, then put them in a cage."

When she laughed, he shot out another grin. "We don't get bad guys around here, and that's a pity. Maybe I'll come to New York again, and you can show me some of yours."


"That'll be frosted!" he said, and bolted off.

The minute he did, someone plopped down beside her and pushed a fresh pint into her hand. Seamus, she identified, Sinead's oldest son. She was pretty sure.

"So, how're you finding Ireland then?"

"We went east from New York. Green," she added when he chuckled and gave her a friendly elbow in the ribs. "With a lot of sheep. And good beer."

"Every shepherd deserves a pint of an evening. You've made my mother very happy, taking this time to come, be with family. She thinks of Roarke as hers now, in her sister's place. What you're doing for her, and for him, it matters."

"It doesn't take much effort to sit around and drink good beer."

He patted her thigh. "It's a long way to travel for a pint. Added to it, you've thrilled my boy to pieces."


"My Sean, who was just here interrogating you."

"Oh. It's hard to figure who's whose."

"Sure it is. Since we visited you last year, he's given up his dream of being a space pirate in favor of being a cop and blasting bad guys for his living."

"He mentioned it."

"Truth be known he's wishing desperately for a murder while you're about. Something gruesome and mysterious."

"Get a lot of those around here?"

He sat back, took a contemplative sip of beer. "The last I recall was when old Mrs. O'Riley broke her husband's head with a skillet when he, once again, came home pissed and smelling of another woman's perfume. I suppose it was gruesome enough, but not altogether mysterious. That would be about a dozen years back."

"Not much action in the area for a murder cop."

"Sadly for Sean, no. He likes to follow your cases, searching out tidbits on his computer. This last? The hologames murder gave him endless thrills."

"Oh." She glanced over to where Roarke stood with Sinead, her arm around his waist. And thought of the blade slicing into his side.

"We've a parental lock on, so he can't get the juicier details."

"Yeah, that's probably a good thing."

"How bad was he hurt, my cousin? The media didn't have much on that—which is, I suppose, how he wanted it."

His blood, warm, sliding through her shaking fingers. "Bad enough."

Seamus nodded, lips pursed as he studied Roarke. "He's not at all his father's son, is he then?"

"Not where it counts."

Irish picnics, Eve discovered, went on for hours, as did the Irish summer day, and included music, dancing, and general carryings-on till well after the stars winked on.

"We've kept you up late." Sinead walked them upstairs, this time wrapping an arm around Eve's waist.

Eve never knew exactly what to do when people looped their arms around her—unless it was combat, or Roarke.

"After all your travels, too. Barely giving you time to unpack, and none at all to settle in."

"It was a nice party."

"It was, it was, yes. And now my Seamus talked Roarke into going out in the field in the morning." She gave Eve a little squeeze. At the signal, Eve glanced back at Roarke.

"Seriously. In the field, like farm field?" Eve said.

"I'll enjoy it. I've never driven a tractor."

"I hope you say the same when we're dragging you out of bed at half-six."

"He hardly sleeps anyway," Eve commented. "He's like a droid."

Sinead laughed, opened the door to their bedroom. "Well, I hope you'll be comfortable for the time you have." She looked around the room with its simple furniture, its soft colors, and white lace at the windows under the slant of the ceiling.

Flowers, a charm of colors and shapes, stood in a squat pot on the dresser.

"If you need a thing, anything at all, I'm just down the hall."

"We'll be fine." Roarke turned to her, kissed her cheek. "More than."

"I'll see you at breakfast then. Sleep well."

She slipped out, shut the door.

"Why," Eve asked, "do you want to drive a tractor?"

"I have no idea, but it seems like the thing to do." Idly, he pulled off his shoes. "I'll get out of it if you don't want to be left on your own in the morning."

"It's no problem for me. I plan on sleeping off a year's worth of beer anyway."

He came to her smiling, brushed a hand over her hair. "A lot of people for you to deal with at one time."

"They're okay. At least after you figure out what they're talking about. What they talk about, a lot, is you."

"I'm the new element." He kissed her forehead. "We're the new element, as they're fairly fascinated by my cop." He drew her in so they stood holding each other in the center of the pretty farmhouse bedroom with the night breeze wafting through the window to stir the fragrance of the flowers through the air. "It's a different life entirely here. A world away."

"The last murder was about a dozen years ago."

He drew back, shook his head. Just laughed. "Trust you."

"I didn't bring it up. Do you hear that?"


"Nothing. See, it's really quiet, and it's really dark," she added with a glance at the window. "Dead quiet, dead dark. So you'd think there'd be more murders."

"Looking for a busman's holiday?"

"I know what that means even though it doesn't make any sense. And no. I'm good with the quiet. Mostly." She ran a hand up his side, laid it on the wound. "Okay?"

"Well enough. In fact…;" He leaned down, took her mouth with his, and let his own hand roam.

"Okay, hold it. That's just weird."

"It feels very natural to me."

"Your aunt's just—what is it—down the hall. You know damn well this place isn't soundproofed."

"You'll just have to be quiet." He gave her ribs a deliberate tickle that made her jump and yelp. "Or not."

"Didn't I bang you already today, twice this morning?"

"Darling Eve, you're a pathetic romantic." He backed her toward the bed she'd already noted was less than half the size of the one at home.

"At least turn on the screen or something. For cover noise."

He brushed his lips over her cheek, his hand over the taut muscles of her ass. "There's no screen in here."

"No screen?" She nudged him away, scanned the walls. "Seriously? What kind of place is this?"

"The sort where people use bedrooms for sex and sleep, which is exactly what I have in mind." To prove it, he tumbled her onto the bed.

It squeaked.

"What is that? Did you hear that? Is there a farm animal in here?"

"I'm fairly certain they keep those outside. It's the bed." He tugged her shirt over her head.

Testing, she lifted her hips, let them fall. "Oh, for God's sake. We can't do this on a talking bed. Everybody in the house will know what's going on in here."

Enjoying himself, he nuzzled at her throat. "I believe they already suspect we have sex."

"Maybe, but that's different than having the bed yell out, ‘Whoopee!'"

Was it any wonder he adored her? he thought.

Watching her face, he trailed a finger over her breast. "We'll have quiet, dignified sex."

"If sex is dignified it's not being done right."

"There's a point." He smiled down at her, cupping her breasts now, laying his lips lightly on hers. "Look at you," he murmured, "all mine for two more lovely weeks."

"Now you're just trying to soften me up." And softened, she reached out to comb her fingers through his hair.

All hers, she thought in turn.

"It's good, being here." She took his shirt by the hem, drew it over his head. Once again laid her palm on the healing wound. "Getting here, we'll forget all about that. But being here, it's good."

"It's been an interesting journey altogether."

"I wouldn't have missed a single mile." She framed his face now, lifted until their lips met. "Even the rocky ones."

When he lowered to her, she drew him in, and sighed.

Eyes closed, she ran her hands over the good, strong muscles of his back, let the shape and scent of him seep into those places inside her that always waited. Always opened, always welcomed.

She turned her head, found his lips again. Longer, deeper into a drift as easy and sweet as the night air.

The bed gave another rusty squeak, made her laugh. Then another as she shifted to him. "We should try the floor."

"Next time," he suggested, and made her laugh again. Made her sigh again. Made all those waiting, welcoming places warm.

And when they curled together, sated and sleepy, she nuzzled in and said, "Whoopee."

She woke in the gray, shot straight up in bed.

"What was that? Did you hear that?" Naked, she leaped out of bed to grab the clutch piece she'd left on the little bedside table.

"There! There it is again! What language is that?"

From the bed, Roarke shifted. "I believe it's known as rooster."

With the weapon at her side, she stared at him, slack-jawed. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Not a bit. It's morning, more or less, and that's a cock signaling the dawn."

"A cock?"

"I'd say. I don't think Sinead and her man want you to stun their rooster, but I have to say, Lieutenant, you make a fascinating picture."

She heaved out a breath, set her weapon down. "Jesus Christ, we may as well be on another planet." She slid back into bed. "And if your cock gets any ideas about signaling the day, remember I've got a weapon."

"As charming an idea as that is, I think that's my wake-up call. Though I'd rather be riding my wife instead of a tractor, they're expecting me."

"Have fun." Eve rolled over and put the pillow over her head.

Screaming cocks, she thought, squeezing her eyes tight. And, good God, was that a cow? Actually mooing? Just how close were those bastards to the house?

She lifted the pillow an inch, squinted to assure herself her weapon was at hand.

How the hell was a person supposed to sleep with all that mooing and cockadoodledooing, and only God knew what else was going on out there? It was just plain creepy, that's what it was. What were they saying to each other? And why?

Wasn't the window open? Maybe she should get up and…;

The next thing she knew she awoke to yellow sunlight.

She'd slept after all, even if she'd had an unsettling farm animal dream where they were all decked out in military fatigues.

Her first thought was coffee before she remembered where she was and barely muttered a curse. They drank tea over here, and she didn't know how the hell she was supposed to deal with the day she had ahead of her without a hit.

She dragged herself up, looked blearily around. And spotted the robe at the foot of the bed, and the memo cube sitting on it. She reached for the cube, flicked it on.

"Good morning, Lieutenant. In case you're still half asleep, the shower's straight down the hall to the left. Sinead says to come down for breakfast whenever you're up and about. Apparently I'm to meet you about noon. Sinead will take you wherever we're supposed to be. Take care of my cop.

"No bad guys, remember?"

She put on her robe, and after a moment's deliberation, stuffed her weapon in its pocket. Better on her, she decided, than left in the room.

And mourning coffee, she walked down to wake herself up in the shower.


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harstan More than 1 year ago
NYPSD Homicide Lieutenant Eve Dallas and her husband Roarke go to Ireland on a needed vacation; their first in quite a while. When they return to New York City, Eve finds her unit struggling with an apparent serial killer (or more) who changes his or her weapon of choice; always using something that seems arcane. First the predator murdered chauffeur Jamal Houston sitting in his limo at La Guardia with a crossbow. That is followed with the killing of prostitute Ava Crampton at Coney Island's House of Horrors using a bayonet. Soon afterward celebrity chef Luc Delaflote falls to a harpoon. Finally, a bullwhip around her neck strangled Adrianne Jonas to death. Even as they become targets, Eve, her top assistant Detective Delia Peabody and Roarke find clues that frighten them with the apparent psychopathic implications. The long running Dallas-Roarke futuristic police procedural (see Kindred in Death and Fantasy in Death) is made fresh by the killer(s) who will remind readers of Leopold and Loeb (see the movie Compulsion) though the implication has been used in other novels. The story line is fast-paced and loaded with action as the inquiry turns macabre and twp cops and their civilian ally become the prey of deadly predators. Sub-genre fans will enjoy this exciting entry.
dhaupt More than 1 year ago
Fresh from vacationing in Ireland as well as other romantic climes, Eve is back and ready for duty, and boy does duty call. She is given a couple of random murders that typically wouldn't set off any alarms, but there's a connection she's sure of it, now she just has to prove it and hope she can do it in time to stop more Ms. Robb aka Nora Roberts is as prolific as an author can be with literally thousands of novels under her belt over the years and in this particular series this is her 31st installation of the many faces and stories of Eve Dallas and Roarke. Romance and mystery are Ms Robb's middle name, or they should be, in this case for Eve Dallas Ms. Robb doesn't disappoint her fans as the story line is as inventive and out side the box as you'd expect with this science fiction/futuristic series, and yet with all the toys that these people get to use she also conveys believability in her scenes, so much so that her readers will find themselves wondering where their flying cars and fancy wrist units are when the last page is turned. Her characters are just as out there as the plot and go from the mundane to the "frosty" and those in between, but what her readers will find across the board are how imperative they all are to the fulfillment of the tale. Her fans will find all their friends from past novels in residence in this one so have no fear you will be able to catch up on them. Her villains however are quite exceptional in this one as you find out relatively early on who is suspected and the greatest part of the plot is devoted to catching him/her/them. As always in one of Ms. Robbs/Roberts novels you will come to expect a certain familiarity in her dialogue and you will find that in this one as well. Her romance between Eve and Roarke is on going and yet with each novel they go forward in their understanding and acceptance of each other and in each novel we learn a little more about our couple get a little better insight into what makes them tick and why they work so well as a romantic couple. And the love scenes are also as you'd come to expect "on the sizzle burner". So keep up with you friends in the late 21st century and read the latest in J D Robb's In Death series, "Indulgence In Death", you won't be sorry you did.
Sarah_Stegall More than 1 year ago
Although I enjoy the In Death series, I'm the first to admit not all of them are top quality. This one is an exception. Indulgence in Death revisits a theme Robb has addressed before: the games of the idle and the spoiled. This time around it's a twist on the idea of hunting humans for sport -- not a novel idea but a good solid one for Eve Dallas. Since Robb usually has to balance three elements -- romance, science fiction and police procedural -- in these books, often one element will be slighted at the expense of the others. But this book balances well; better use of droids and other high-tech concepts, plenty of romance with Roarke (who is frankly becoming her second police partner) and a solid, believable investigation. Often we will see Eve Dallas pull a case theory out of thin air; rarely are we treated to the painstaking insights into her reasoning that fill this book. This time I don't have to take her conclusions on faith; I can follow her every step of the way. This could make for a plodding plot, but Robb easily infuses just enough suspense and character development to make it flow. We can follow Eve as she uncovers villainy that spans whole continents, but we never get ahead of her. Part of the fun is knowing early on who the murderer is, while watching Eve build a solid case against the perps. As is frequently the case, we wrap up with a classic police bust, but in this one we get a most satisfying and surprising twist. Indulgence in Death is one of Robb's better excursions, and will go on my re-reading list.
Lizzette More than 1 year ago
this is a great series to read from beginning one til this one and beyond.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Like nora roberts' books like this series
mel660 More than 1 year ago
I read every JD Robb book as soon as they come out and am never disappointed. You won't be either. Give them a try and you will be hooked!!
Travelover More than 1 year ago
The In Death series was recommended by a friend this past fall, and I have been reading the books one after the other - and it's been a wonderful journey. Eve and Roarke's love and devotion become stronger in each book. The growth in the two characters (who were denied love when they were children) as they learn the meaning of love and family and friends always brings laughter and tears. The mysteries are spellbinding - and the build up to Eve nailing the killers in each book is always gripping. Indulgence in Death opens with a vacation in Ireland with Roarke's regained long lost family and has the 2 characters indulging in life's simple pleasures - as well as assisting in solving a murder. Returning home Eve becomes the main target of two very spoiled, wealthy heirs "indulging" themselves in several thrill kills. As always, the secondary characters - Peabody, McNab, Feeney, Dr. Mira, Baxter, Trueheart, Commander Whitney and many others provide support and laugh out loud moments. Simply a great series - well worth the time and money.
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Enjoyed this book.
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cookiemo on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is another one of Nora Roberts JD Robb books that grabs you when you read it. Surprisingly it starts off with Eve and Roarke on holiday. A very good read.
phoenixcomet on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Consistently good read. Enjoying the relationship between Eve and her uber-wealthy husband, Roarke and the cases they end up working on together in NYC in 2060. This time people are being murdered with odd weapons (cross-bow, bull whip) around the city and everything points to it being some sort of sporting game.
Kayla-Marie on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I absolutely love Eve and Roark (one of my favorite literary couples). They had a lot more scenes in this book than previous ones, which I was really excited about, and so many familiar faces showed up throughout (Mavis and her baby, Mira, Trueheart, Siobhan, ect). Many just had one small scene, but I still loved that they were there. The investigation went a little differently than usual, with Eve already knowing who the murderer was for a good part of the book. A lot of her investigation dealt with gaining enough evidence to arrest. I think this is the first time that an In Death book was written this way, but I can't be sure-this is the 31st book after all and I've read them all! It's impossible to remember every story. But either way, I enjoyed this change and it made all the cop work less monotonous to read about than it had in many of the past books. I definitely enjoyed this installment much more than I have the others that have been published in the last year or so.
Cynara on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I can't get over how little I like Nora Roberts' books when I adore her J.D. Robb "In Death" series. I have read more than thirty-one of these things, and I bet you I could happily read another thirty. Somehow, diminishing returns don't seem to apply here. The setting and the cast of characters never seem to get old, even when (like the previous book in the series) the plot doesn't quite work.The same is true here, on both counts. It's funny, because it opens with a chapter or two that are a mini-mystery on their own, and would have been excellent as the basis for the occasional novellas. There's a freshness to it, and it covers almost everything we want out of an In Death story (relationships, mystery, Eve's brain, interesting setting), with the exception of seeing the New York cast of characters.What a pity, then, that the rest of the plot almost seems recycled. Again, things are fairly quiet for Eve and her circle of friends. The plot quickly focuses on amassing the evidence rather than identifying the killers (the actual whodunit part is very brief), and unlike some times she's used this approach, the villains are two-dimensional and banal.So - I enjoyed it mightily, but not as mightily as many of her others. Not a priority for a reread, but of course I wouldn't have missed it.
SunnySD on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
It's probably not news that police lieutenant Eve Dallas can't help stumbling over dead bodies - even on vacation. But when a spree killer with an elitist attitude begins targeting exclusive service providers, Eve begins to suspect the she's once again caught up in a murderous game.Not exactly edge of your seat stuff here, but there are some funny moments and the plot hangs together well. If you're looking for a who-dun-it, this isn't, but if you're fond of Eve, Rourke, Peabody and the rest of the cast of quirky characters that populate future New York, they're here in spades.
macjest on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I really liked the beginning of the book when Eve and Roarke are vacationing in Ireland. The moments when their relationship takes front and center are so enjoyable. However, I was quite disappointed in the mystery. It was too similar to Seduction In Death. I kept getting distracted by the similarities, especially when it wasn't recognized. I felt that Eve could have at least mentioned that this case reminded her of an earlier one. I've noticed this trend in many of the latter books and am beginning to hesitate over purchasing additional books.
kmartin802 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Eve gets involved in a murder investigation on her anniversary trip to Ireland with Roarke. Then, when she returns to New York, she gets called in for what seem to be random killings in semi-public places using odd weapons. Eve and her team quickly get involved in this complex case of rich guy, thrill kills. In fact, she is the ultimate target. I love the relationship between Eve and Roarke. It is a wonderful example of a romance growing and deepening as two characters really get to know each other.
rhonda1111 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
It was fun to read more of the world of eve and roke. the story was well written and Eve like always is a smart and good detective. like all the characters and seeing all the changes each book has. Its fun to see thier world and changes from ours. a few pages that of love scenes that I skipped.
jshillingford on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Though I enjoy the mysteries, it's not the main reason I love the In Death series. What makes it special is the relationships Eve has with other characters and how that impacts her investigations. Though this mystery was not particularly inventive, it gave Eve reason to interact with a lot of characters with great results. There's a fair amount of humor in most of the series, but this one seemed to go to the next level. I quite literally laughed out loud many times throughout the story.The book opens with Eve and Roarke in Ireland on a long overdue vacation. This part of the book was outright fantastic because we see their relationship evolving. The dialog clearly demonstrates how much they are coming to understand one another. However, other characters also get a boost. The last few books had Roarke taking such a large role in the mystery that others, like Peabody, were pushed into the background. Though this is good occasionally, I was glad to see Peabody come front and center again for this mystery. Even better, Peabody is starting to step out of Eve's shadow. She takes more initiative, and even provides some insight into the case that Eve missed! It was a welcome development - moving them more toward equal partners. The mystery itself was not very deep, and I figured it out even more quickly than normal, but all the character development more than made up for it. I simply could not put it down, and read straight through.Overall, another very satisfying book from Robb that has me eagerly anticipating the next one. Highly recommended to series' fans.
lmm831 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is by far one of my favorite series. And it has proved to be true with this book as well. I love how this book starts ¿ in Ireland with Roarke¿s family. We get to see the softer side of Eve by seeing her surprise Roarke with a children¿s park she has build and dedicated to his mother. What a great way to start the book. We also find that murder seems to follow Eve everywhere as she helps a green officer in Ireland solve a murder while she is there. While it isn¿t a tough case and is solved quickly she still helps him through the process. After arriving back in New York City, she tags a murder almost immediately. It seems to be a most unusual case of a limo driver shot with a crossbow. Fairly quickly there is a second murder of one of the best escort is NYC and she is shot through the heart with a bayonet. Eve quickly realized that the murders are linked. I love that Eve always seems to be one step ahead when she working a case. As always there is a creative ending to the book that I did not see coming. You will have to read to find out. As always my favorite part of the book was the banter between Roarke and Eve. I love that she had a constant fight with independence and Roarke constantly is fighting her on it. It seems after all 31 of these books that has not died but she is starting to become more aware of others and their feeling. The one thing that bothered me about the book was that it just seemed long. There was a long period of time between when she knew who the murders were and the case was actually solved. Normally, I can¿t put a J.D. Robb book down but in this case it took me several sittings to get through it. All in all, I really enjoyed the book and would give it 4 stars. flag
readinggeek451 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
High-end service providers killed by exotic weapons, lured to their deaths by identity theft. Another puzzler for Eve Dallas, just returned from vacation.Nothing special, but nothing to complain about, either.
BookDivasReads on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Kind of been-there and read-that feel to this story but it held to the end.
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Miccox99 More than 1 year ago
Someone is killing people for sport and it's up to Lt. Dallas, Roarke and crew to figure out who so they can stop them before anyone else dies, but can they do so before the Lt finds herself cast in the role of prey! Another great visit with the In Death crew and cohorts! Love the character development as it gets richer in each book. If you haven't started reading this series, I suggest that you do so. This is one series that I listen to on CD as I find the reader really adds personality to the characters and brings them to life even more.