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Sunday, January 14, 2018

List of Rant and an Update: Cry Wolf

Cry Wolf

by Tami Hoag
Book 3 of Doucet

~ Goodreads ~

Rating:  1.5 Stars

The scream heard by no one is the deadliest.

In the rural parishes of Louisiana's French Triangle, young women are disappearing one by one, only to turn up on the banks of the bayou, strangled and cast aside where they are sure to be found.  But there is one trophy the killer prizes above all others, one woman who must be silenced forever....

Attorney Laurel Chandler did not come back to Bayou Breaux to seek justice.  That once-burning obsession had destroyed her credibility, her career, her marriage—and nearly her sanity.  But when a ruthless predator strikes too close to home, she's lured into a perverse game from which there may be no escape.  Once before, Laurel's cries against a monstrous evil went unanswered.  Who will listen now?


1.  Tami Hoag can be a good writer.

I can see it in the other two books she's written that I recently read.  The story progression isn't absurdly staunched or anything like that.  And she can be good with words.  Unfortunately, I think she tried WAY too hard to emphasize EVERYTHING in this book.  The purple prose is strong with this one, suffocating and deliberate in its plight to squeeze meaning into every scene and every dialogue and every action.

It got tacky.

The only part of the writing I really DID appreciate about this book was the vivid imagery about the bayous.  But otherwise, everything else (character descriptions, action descriptions, character dialogue, character monologue...) all just needed to be toned down a notch.  Even all the sex scenes were so flowery that I started envisioning rose petals and climbing vines in the background framing our couple as they made passionate love.


2.  The story (and the romance, since this is what the book was mainly about) was pretty much Lucky's Lady Redux.  Same time, same place, same heroine, same hero, different story, same formula.  The only difference is that this one had a murder mystery in the background as well as in the last 50% of the book (see my reading update at end of post for more info).

Jack Boudreaux and Laurel Chandler are no different than Lucky and Serena in their personalities, the courting ritual, and their physical appearances (except that Jack may have one-upped Lucky by throwing in a kidnapping offense on top of the spewing of sexual innuendos, sexual harassment, sexual assault, and plain rude arrogance; and playing the self-pity game to the tipping point).


3.  The murder mystery is as significant to the story as me sitting in my home listening to the news telecast a serial homicide the next state over.

Basically, until we hit the half-point of the book, it HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH ME, period.  I was almost wondering if the murder mystery even existed anymore.

And also, the killer was obvious from the very moment that he appears in the book and all but tells you that he's the "brilliant predator" he keeps talking about.

The investigative process on this serial killer case was laughable.


4.  I wouldn't pay a dime to have Laurel Chandler represent me in court even if I had no other choice.

The book keeps alluding to how she's an excellent attorney and has a shining record of great case investigation and whatnot.  But she blows one case (because she didn't have enough evidence, and all but went public with her cause despite not having enough evidence to make these claims, which strikes me as an amateur move for some hotshot lawyer with a shining record), and then goes crawling into a hidey-hole, never to be seen again in her outstanding career field.

Because she lost ONE case!

Outside of the courtroom, she cannot stand up for herself or her sister.  She won't say anything at all when it matters.  And half the arguments she starts with a witty retort or a controlled, well-thought out line usually fizzles within seconds, and she's left fuming mad and speechless because she can't finish her argument.  Instead, someone else has to resort to coming to her rescue--usually Jack with his threats of physical violence, because being a disbarred lawyer and all, that's how we solve ALL our problems.

I was always under the impression that a good lawyer is excellent with words and can manage to, even if not manipulate a situation verbally in his or her favor, be able to stand up for herself or others and at least leave the debate with some form of dignity.  A good lawyer should have the ability to argue a point with facts and fancy words that drive people crazy, without resorting to quiet tantrums or gawking like a dumbfounded goldfish.  But Laurel's typical reaction to a confrontation (many of which she was the one to initiate in the book) is simply standing there and fuming.

Also, Laurel is hot and cold.  She returns home so she can be pampered and not have to do a thing but relax, but she simmers when her aunt and her sister try to coddle her.  She's got her own problems to deal with and doesn't want to do anything remotely close to legal obligations, but she'll butt her nose into others' problems, and when they request, she becomes their legal go-between to help settle their problems (which she does a shit job doing, by the way).  She is indignant that Jack is a terrible, annoying, arrogant man, and that she is this pure, innocent, Mother Theresa type who doesn't just sleep with anyone... but ends up having sex with Jack anyway; and on top of that, she can't seem to keep her self-control under check.  As with the rest of the confrontations she initiates, she can never seem to win an argument with Jack, but after her first witty retort, he'll smirk at her or say something alluding to sex or sex parts or any kind of sexy times and she is putty and forgets why she's annoyed with him in the first place.

She also seems to become sexually aroused and heated very easily around Jack, which is why she has so much trouble finishing her arguments with him.

And then she slut-shames her own sister.


5.  Jack is a self-pitying cry baby who exaggerates his problems.

I understand that he's been caught in tragedy and a terrible few years as a hot shot lawyer who went down the wrong road.  I get it.  But the point didn't need to be reinforced in his monologues repeatedly.  Cause I get it.  And even though you came across a bad streak when you were hotheaded, there are other issues in life other than your own self-made misery for you to try and care about.  Case in point, when Laurel is going through a big heart-breaking loss near the end of the book, rather than being there for her, he chooses to reveal his own past and making the situation all about him.

So then Laurel feels bad for him

and tries to console HIM instead.

Jack is a walking double standard because he's allowed to pry into Laurel's past and make remarks about how she needs to forgive herself and move on with life.  But when anyone even glances in the direction of his own wounds, he crawls into his own self-made prison and growls at everyone walking by.  He's allowed to wallow in his self-pity, but when he comes across Laurel doing it, he makes rude remarks about the pot calling kettle and how she's arrogant to think she can shoulder all the world's responsibility.  Then she calls him out on his own assessment, using it to compare his own tragic past and he tells her she's wrong, pushes her out the door, and goes whimpering to his hidey-hole again.

I get that there was a lot of darker content and subject matter in this book.  I'm not ragging on it.  I just think it could have been handled better.  Rather than hammering the point about our characters' tragedies every other chapter, how about we move on with the story and try to see our characters into development and a Happily Ever After... or something akin to that.  Or not.  The point is, we needed to move on with the story after everyone's wallowing in self-pity was re-emphasized for the fifth time--cause otherwise the book just gets depressing.


I'm at the edge of trying to decide whether or not to finish this series.  I own the paperback copy of A Thin Dark Line, then went and checked out the first three books from the library so that I could get around to reading A Thin Dark Line, but now I'm having misgivings.



This review was originally posted at Ani's Book Abyss / BookLikes in October 2014.




A Reading Update @ 46% (originally posted on October 15, 2014)

Well, lookie here!  The book finally remembered that it's supposed to have a murder mystery.

Maybe now that our couple have gotten past the sexual tension, we'll quit dancing around each other's elaborately emotional and conflicted monologues about wanting and can't having (or something like that) and cut back on the romantic angst a little bit to have a story?

There has just been too much going on in this book, with too much monologue, and too much description, and too much of... everything!  But at the same time, there has been absolutely NO story progression.  I don't even know what this book is about anymore aside from following a dysfunctional set of characters and their relationships with each other, while the main couple lust after each other and continue to give one-sided monologues about how they want to sleep with each other, but they don't want to make things complicated, so let's try to stay away from each other, because we can't complicate a non-relationship that isn't there anymore than it already is complicated.  But well, Hey!  Let's fall into each other's arms reluctantly anyway and almost have sex, because that totally helps to NOT give the wrong impression that we actually want each other.

Yes, the darker subject matter mentioned in the book is saddening and I'm not trying to rag on that.

But the fact still remains that a whole lot of nothing has happened within this first 50% of the book.  And it's frustrating.

This is my fourth Tami Hoag book.  If things don't get better, I might have to rearrange my reading lists and rewrite my Reading Challenge selections.  She's a good writer, but I think she might have gotten a little carried away in this one.  And I have a feeling she's better at simple Romance novels than she is at Romantic Suspense--the first book in this series, which is a Romance, plain and simple, is so far the better of these Doucet books... and probably because Remy Doucet didn't come off as a complete douche nozzle.

Or maybe I'm just not picking the right books.

Hence the fact that I have started two new books and finished two others since I began reading this one.


This update was originally posted at Ani's Book Abyss / BookLikes in October 2014.




Thoughts: Lucky's Lady

Lucky's Lady

by Tami Hoag
Book 2 of Doucet

~ Goodreads ~

Rating:  2.5 Stars

As wild and mysterious as the Louisiana swamp he called home, Lucky Doucet was a dangerously attractive Cajun no woman could handle.  His solitary life left no room for the likes of elegant Serena Sheridan, but Lucky couldn't deny her desperate need to find her missing grandfather.  He would help her, but nothing more--yet once he felt the lure of the flaxen-haired beauty, an adventurer like Lucky couldn't help playing with fire.

Serena felt unnerved, aroused, and excited by the ruggedly sensual renegade whose gaze burned her with its heat, but she did not dare tangle with a rebel whose intensity was overwhelming, who claimed his heart was off limits...  Deeper and deeper they traveled into the steamy bayou, until with one electrifying kiss her resistance melted into liquid desire.   And the devilish rogue found he'd do anything to make Serena Lucky's Lady.


There's a little blurb in an author's note at the start of the book that mentions how Lucky's Lady is Tami Hoag's first foray into the Romantic Suspense arena after a career of writing strictly romances and romantic comedies.  So I decided to take this into account when I started reading the book.  I've only read two other Tami Hoag books in the past--one of which I don't even remember the book or the title since it was a long time ago, and the other was the first book in the Doucet series, The Restless Heart, of which I had just recently read.

Ms. Hoag is a very good writer and sets up the imagery and location of the bayous and nature really well.  At the very least, the images in my mind are quite vivid.

Unfortunately, the story suffers from everything else.

I'm under the impression that the book forgot that it was supposed to be a Romantic Suspense until sometime towards the ending--and then we just throw in a random scene for suspense sake and it's pretty much over before it's started.  Sure, there was a lot of the "conspiracy" and the "melodrama" and the straight out "drama" that lead up to the point (that actually could have been cut pretty short), but it still felt like reading a plain old traditional romance novel that tried to inject some suspense into it in the eleventh hour so it could join the club.


Serena returns to her old childhood home for vacation from her psychology practice in Charleston only to find that her grandfather has gone into hiding in a cabin out in the middle of the swamps.  For reasons (big bad conspiracy reasons), her twin sister, Shelby has not bothered to tell Serena the whole story, opting simply for claiming that Gifford Sheridan has lost his marbles and just ran off.  So, in the heat of stupid pride and stubborn anger, Serena goes to find a guide who will take her out into the swamps to find her grandfather and bring him home.

This is when she meets Lucky, douchebag of the century who is sexist and lewd and keeps throwing sexual harassments innuendos at Serena (more on him later), and her entire life begins to turn upside down when conspiracies, family drama, and an angst-ridden, lust-filled romance invades her perfectly settled lifestyle.

For a romance novel, it probably wasn't a terrible book.  As I had stated in my review of the first book in this series, I don't typically read books that are strictly romances; especially the stock standard, carbon copy, traditional romance novels with the same illustration of the same, barely dressed couple manhandling gripping each other tightly.

And Lucky's Lady was definitely no different than a typical romance novel (of which I have read few even if not many).  In fact, as I read this book, I kept picturing that illustration as our main couple:

Serena Sheridan is the standard, uniquely gorgeous woman who is supposedly independent, successful, and intelligent and insightful, prim and proper… practically a Mary Sue of her own caliber.  She’s got a dry, sarcastic streak about her (which works for some grins, but no straight out laughs), and she’s not afraid to stand up for herself… supposedly.

Etienne “Lucky” Doucet is, physically, the guy on the cover (not this book's cover, but the stock standard romance novel cover I'm picturing in my mind) with his wild hair and eyes, chiseled features, built body, bulging bicep, and eternal shirtlessness.  He’s the standard romance novel hero/faux-antihero whom women of the ages fantasize their excitements around--dangerous, roguish, on the edge of the law, and somehow alluring despite all of his douche-y qualities.  On the inside, he’s got the standard Heart of Gold, as well as a broken spirit.

In real life, any self-respecting woman would kick him in the shins and run away for the behavior he exhibits which ranges from sexual harassment, to sexual assault, to downright rude, disrespectful, and plain scary.  But this is a fictional romance novel with dated and cliche standards, so every woman is certainly going to become attracted to him and allow this attraction to cloud their inconsistently swaying judgment in his character.  I especially love the whole "No, no I don't want to have sex," "Yes, yes you do want this," "Well, okay, I guess you're right, yes I do want to be ravished," exchange that takes place in so many of these romance novels (AND in this book); then the guy gets what he wants, the girl's crying... but that's okay, it was mind-blowing sex, so everything is alright...  Excuse me while I go roll my eyes a fifth time.  But that's okay, because in the end, the guy is the most perfect man ever, never mind that he was an arrogant, egocentric, sexist douche-nozzle in the beginning; his standard Heart of Gold and his sad, sad tragic past that broke his soul makes up for his douchery.

And so goes our standard romance of the uptight and prissy, intelligent, yet also naively innocent woman who comes into our dangerous rogue’s life in order to make him fall in love with her and change his life while her life is turned upside down. There’s lusting, there’s insta-love, there’s angst, and of course, there’s the big “we can’t be together for reasons” quip that plays as the main conflict in 90% of romance novels.

The heroine is always prim and proper and needs a bad boy to liven up her life, because her life is a lonely pit of sorrow even though she is properly independent and successful in the rest of her life.  The hero is always the dangerous bad boy who needs a prim and proper innocent lady to fix his broken soul and reform him back into civilized living…

Or something to that effect.

And then the book remembers that it’s applying for the Romantic Suspense club as well and so throws in a random conspiracy and obligatory Damsel in Distress scene to mark off its checklist.

As a Romantic Suspense, it was a nice attempt.

I’m filing this story away as a regular old Romance novel, though because I never felt the suspense in it.  Had I not been told that this book is being classified as a Romantic Suspense, I probably wouldn’t have suspected it at all.  As a traditional romance novel, it probably hit upon the usual marks with the same, replayed formulaic story line and the same formulaic characters.

So it wasn’t a bad story.  Serena has to deal with her family history and conflicts while battling other things; Lucky has to deal with his own personal demons while battling other things.  The two have to work out their own romantic conflicts, and the bad guys sort of get the justice they deserve served to them… sort of.  I’m a little put out that Serena’s twin sister, Shelby still gets let off, scot free without repercussions to her life and still finishes of the story as if she hasn’t learned her lesson.

But I guess that’s real life for you--sometimes not everything gets tied up in a perfect little bow.  And so long as we have our Happily Ever After for the main couple everything else is fine, right? I’m not really too bothered by it myself.

I can’t say that I really enjoyed the romance or the characters.  And since there was barely much story line to contend with, well, I’m giving this book a big old mediocre rating.  If you like romance novels and you like your Happily Ever Afters (as I do), then this book won’t bother you.  But if you’re also looking for a little bit more substance, I’m not sure I’d go for this one.  Since I didn’t really care for the characters, the book and the romance didn’t impress me.

Tami Hoag is a good writer though, and I’m holding out hope that the rest of the series will be more enticing and the romances a little less formulaic.  The next book in the Doucet series, Cry Wolf, sounds like it has more of a murder mystery/crime thriller angle to it, so I’m interested.  I’ve read that her Kovac/Liska series is actually done really well, so I’m interested in checking those out when I get a chance.



This review was originally posted at Ani's Book Abyss / BookLikes in October 2014.




Brief Thoughts: The Restless Heart

The Restless Heart

by Tami Hoag
Book 1 of Doucet

~ Goodreads ~

Rating:  2.5 Stars

As a world-renowned globe-trotting photographer, Danielle Hamilton was at home with Tibetan nomads and Kenyan bushmen.  But she didn’t think she’d survive six weeks in the “wilds” of New Orleans babysitting her sister’s five children.

Then help arrives in the form of the most unlikely nanny Danielle could imagine.  Tall, dark, and Cajun, Remy Doucet isn’t really a nanny and he isn’t accepting Danielle’s certainty that true love isn’t in the cards for her.  He’s convinced that her self-control masks a deeper need to let go, and he’s determined to prove she could trust him with the memory of a tragedy that still haunts her dreams...


I don't read many books that are singularly romance novels, though I AM a hopeless romantic--I like my romantic suspense novels and I HAVE indulged in few romantic comedies and like to enjoy other genres if they happen to have a side of romance to accompany them.

I read this book because it is listed as the first book in the Doucet romantic suspense series and introduces to us the first Doucet sibling, Remy, as well as mentioning the protagonist of the second Doucet book, Lucky.  I came across the last book in this series A Thin Dark Line at a warehouse sale and had bought it in tandem with several other warehouse sale books (17 books bought for $7, yo!).  And so with the interest in the series itself and my OCD-ness for reading book series in their proper order...

This book presents as a pretty traditional, standard romance novel with lots of lusting, lots of emotions being flung around, and some angst to wrap it all up.  I'm not going to say that I didn't enjoy it, but it wasn't the best book in the world.  The beginning of the book was kind of aggravating, but the story got better as the book progressed, so I'm not complaining too much--I might have taken offense to Remy's whole spiel about how women should know how to cook and clean and take care of children and automatically, naturally have maternal instincts and how it's absurdly ridiculous that Danielle doesn't have any of these qualities.

If fictional characters were tangible, I may have kicked the man in the shins myself, so I took pleasure in watching the kids do it for me.

Speaking of the kids... this is how I know this book is purely fictional and written in an old-fashioned sense geared toward a warm-hearted audience.  It utilizes the whole "kids do the darnedest things" cliche in the most comically unbelievable fashion to create endearment towards the book.  Because it's fun to watch a bunch a kids wreak havoc in the fictional world so long as some nice guy can come by and fix their behavior without resorting to hiring a drill sergeant.  In real life, behavior like that probably wouldn't fly no matter how rich you are.

Overall, this book made for a good few hours of entertainment.



This review was originally posted at Ani's Book Abyss / BookLikes in September 2014.