Author: Elizabeth Jennings
Read copy: eBook
Published: August 3, 2010
A lost soul
Claire Day's promising career as a Defense Intelligence Agency analyst comes to a shattering end in the bombing of the U.S. Embassy in Laka, West Africa. For more than a year, Claire has been rebuilding her life and her confidence when she suddenly remembers the man who tried to protect her, and who might hold the key to the mysteries haunting her nightmares.
A lost love
Former Marine Gunnery Sergeant Daniel Weston believed Claire was dead. But the woman he grieved for has just come back into his life seeking to reconnect with her past, unaware of the feelings he has for her. Determined not to fail Claire again, Dan vows to help her heal.
A lost truth
Together, they begin to unlock Claire's lost memories only to uncover a conspiracy that puts them—and any future they might have together—in deadly danger...
A year ago they shared a perfect kiss. A few minutes later he lost her in an explosion.
Now, she’s back from the dead, merely a shell of the woman she was before, amnesiac, haunted by nightmares and real-life danger…And only one man can keep her safe.
Though I’m a big Lisa Marie Rice fan (I loved her Dangerous trilogy), I couldn’t claim the same for her alter ego, Elizabeth Jennings. As in Pursuit the suspense in this one had its ups and downs (more ups than downs), the villain was obvious from the very first paragraph he was mentioned in, the pacing was slow…And the “romance” left me completely cold. There was no chemistry between Dan and Claire beyond what the author told us, the sex scenes were lukewarm at best, I couldn’t care less what happened to the two, and we’re talking about the hero and heroine here.
But the biggest surprise of them all was the fact it was the hero who was the annoying one in this pair. While I usually cannot stand the heroines, Claire wasn’t so bad, while Dan…Oh, boy, could the boy bitch with the best of them. And not bitch in a good way. There was oh-too-much inner whining and moaning, how he lusted after her, how beautiful she was despite the bruises, the fatigue blah-blah-blah, how he lusted after her, how he was afraid to break her with his lust, but he wouldn’t mind slaking his lust on her, despite all the fragility she displayed, but was still beautiful despite it…On, and on, and on he went, for pages and pages and pages.
But I guess I understand why there was so much inner bitching from the hero. We’d have a short story if he didn’t.