Saturday, March 30, 2013

Rage Against the Dying by Becky Masterman

Brigid Quinn's experiences in hunting sexual predators for the FBI have left her with memories she wishes she didn’t have and lethal skills she hopes never to need again. Having been pushed into early retirement by events she thinks she's put firmly behind her, Brigid keeps telling herself she is settling down nicely in Tucson with a wonderful new husband, Carlo, and their dogs.

But the past intervenes when a man named Floyd Lynch confesses to the worst unsolved case of Brigid’s career—the disappearance and presumed murder of her young protégée, Jessica. Floyd knows things about that terrible night that were never made public, and offers to lead the cops to Jessica's body in return for a plea bargain.

It should finally be the end of a dark chapter in Brigid’s life. Except…the new FBI agent on the case, Laura Coleman, thinks the confession is fake, and Brigid finds she cannot walk away from violence and retribution after all, no matter what the cost.

 I had a hard time starting this book, but once I got through the first few chapters I found that I was getting more into the story and into the characters. When I first read the back of the book about what the story was supposed to be about,  I was really intrigued just by the little description.

 I really liked the characters and the plot; I liked how you didn't just get to the plot.  I thought it kept going throughout the entire book in order to keep the reader interested in the story. I think it is better when the plot continues throughout the entire story instead of it being in just once section of the story. Overall I think this author could make an entire series based on the character in the book, I would more than likely read the series if she made them. Overall I give this book an “A-“. 

*I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.  Tiffany

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