Tuesday, October 24, 2017


By: J.D. Robb
Published By: Piatkus
Released: Available Now
Details: Paperback from library, 380 Pages


Blurb: Goodreads

The complex world of virtual reality takes on a whole new meaning as Lieutenant Eve Dallas weaves through the underbelly of New York's crime world of the future.

He killed himself, Lieutenant. He was hanging there, just hanging there from the ceiling light in the living room. And his face . . . Oh God.

Death follows New York City cop Eve Dallas everywhere—even on her honeymoon with Irish lover Roarke. When one of Roarke's employees is found dead, the post-mortem confirms suicide. An isolated case, or so Eve thinks.

But more suicides follow—strangers with nothing in common. The pathologist's report states each victim has an unexplained mark on their brain. Is this a genetic abnormality or a high-tech method of murder? With the body count rising, Eve must delve into the world of virtual reality to hunt down a twisted killer. A killer who preys on the minds of the innocent.


Another awesome installment in the In Death series which is definitely formula driven and so far a little too easy to solve the case before Eve does—but I’m addicted.

People are self-terminating themselves and that’s not what you want to be called into when you are on your honeymoon…but that is exactly what happens.

And let the mystery begin.

Peabody and Eve are brilliant together. Peabody is the perfect sidekick who is enjoying some of the spoils of being partnered up with Eve.

Peabody sipped her coffee. “God. Oh God. It’s real.” Blinking in shock, she cupped both hands reverently around the mug. “This coffee is real.”

Roarke… if you know the series…then you know.

Roarke was a dark angel in what he would have seen as casual attire. The black silk shirt open at the collar, the perfectly draped black trousers cinched with a belt gleaming silver at the buckle suited him perfectly, made him look exactly as he was: rich, gorgeous, dangerous.

Then there was that humdinger hot-lawn-sex scene where Eve was very out of her Lieutenant character, because she simply had to get home!

His body simply peaked like an engine on maximum power, battered into hers, then erupted.

We delve deeper into Eve’s past and get more of a looksee into Roarke’s.

“We are what we’re born?” Eve thought of a filthy room , a blinking red light, and a young girl curled into a corner with a bloody knife.

Many more books for me to binge on in this series and to learn more about those two. But the more I read, and the more Roarke’s exes pop up in each book—appearing everything Eve isn’t—you know how lucky he was to find her.

Nothing about Eve is fake or enhanced. She’s the real deal.

I am looking forward to Ceremony In Death, next.

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