Title: Murder at Sunrise Lake
Author: Christine Feehan
Read copy: eBook (Kindle)
Published: June 29, 2021
Publisher: Berkley
ASIN: B08KST5XT4
It starts in her dreams. Hideous flashes from a nightmare only she can stop. Images of a murderer stalking the ones she cares about most...
Stella Harrison thought she got away from the traumas of her past. Running the Sunrise Lake resort high in the Sierra Nevada mountains has brought her peace, even though she doesn't truly share her quiet life with anyone. Not even Sam, the hired handyman that notices everything and always seems to know exactly what she needs.
Stella doesn't know anything about Sam's past, but somehow over the last two years his slow, steady presence has slipped past her defenses. Still, she knows she can't tell him about her recent premonitions. So far there's been no murder. No body. No way to prove what's about to happen without destroying the life she's built for herself.
But a killer is out there. And Stella knows that this time she'll do whatever it takes to stop him.
My rating:
DNF @ 47%
I usually like Christine Feehan in all her trope-ish glory. This one wasn't any different (as far as tropes go): a beautiful, loner of a heroine with a paranormal ability (seeing murders in her nightmares) and surrounded by a close-knit group of female friends (some of the foreign), a rugged, silent, brooding hero with (possible) mafia connections and a paranormal ability...
Add in my favorite "trope" in the form of a serial killer and I should be happy. Shouldn't I?
Unfortunately, the pacing was too plodding, the narration too wordy and flowery and the story too concentrated on the characters and their everyday life (who cares what's her favorite movie and that he sometimes watched it with her or catches her doing a sexy dance etc. etc. etc.), the going out and hanging out with friends...instead of on what should be the real gist of the story—the killer.
Sure, there were nightmares, an murder attempt and a murder, but half-way in, I expected more thrills, more chills, more danger...more on the killer angle. Since that was missing, I was bored.
I did sneak a peek to the end to see who the killer was, but since no real clues (or red herrings) were dropped by the middle of the book, I didn't really care. I wasn't even surprised. I felt nothing and I couldn't be bothered with finishing it.
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