About the Book:
On the surface, Celine Gonzalez had everything a twenty-eight-year-old woman could want: a one-bedroom apartment on Manhattan’s Lower East Side, a job that (mostly) paid the bills, and an acceptance letter to the prestigious Hollingsworth Institute of Art, where she would finally live out her dream of becoming an antiques appraiser for a major auction house. All she had worked so hard to achieve was finally within her reach. So why would she kill herself?
A man who was supposed to be her salvation . . .
Maggie Sparkes arrives in New York City to pack up what’s left of her best friend’s belongings after a suicide that has left everyone stunned. The police have deemed the evidence conclusive: Celine got into bed, downed a lethal cocktail of pills and vodka, and never woke up. But when Maggie discovers a scandalous photograph in a lock box hidden in Celine’s apartment, she begins asking questions. Questions about the man Celine fell in love with. The man she never told anyone about, not even Maggie. The man Celine believed would change her life.
Until he became her ruin.
On the hunt for evidence that will force the police to reopen the case, Maggie uncovers more than she bargained for about Celine’s private life—and inadvertently puts herself on the radar of a killer. A killer who will stop at nothing to keep his crimes undiscovered.
Available Here: Amazon | Barnes& Noble | iBooks | Kobo | IndieBound | Book Depository | Audible
Eve Hart's Fiction Review:
This was my first book by this author, and I can honestly say I have mixed feelings about this book.
Initial Thoughts: It had a very slow beginning. It took me WEEKS to get into it, I toyed with the idea of not finishing it, but I knew I had to because I promised someone I would. So, I trudged forward, praying the story would pick up speed and GOOD PARTS. Thankfully, a few chapters in, it got a little more interesting. Then, a few chapters later, it was a little more interesting. Eventually, I stayed up until 2:00am to finish it because I wanted to know how it ended. That's a PRO.
Here are a few more PROS: The story kept me guessing. At first I thought the building super did it (he didn't NOT do it, either, but you have to read the story to find out what I mean). Then I thought the boyfriend did it. And for a split second, I thought the kindly old lady neighbor did it (ala Criminal Minds). Ms. Tucker did a great job keeping me on my toes...once she finally grabbed my attention. I also liked my sneak peek into the world of high end antiques and the garage sale gold miners who find the hidden treasures among the junk. It makes me want to binge-watch The Antiques Roadshow.
With PROS come CONS. CON: This seemed like a subtle, yet NOT subtle, thesis on the privilege of the 1%. I hate that. Throughout the book, Maggie is made to feel like the money she was born into was some kind of filthy tumor she had to surgically remove. Her best friend, Celine, was bitter--BITTER-- about the fact that Maggie didn't seem to appreciate her billions. GET OVER IT! She was raised in privilege, that doesn't mean she doesn't understand what people without live like. Maggie offered Celine money, knowing how it didn't do much for herself, but it could help Celine--who needed it. But NOOOOO, her friend was so bitter and prideful, she preferred to whore herself out to pay the bills rather than call up her MORE than generous best friend to ask for help. This put a sour taste in my mouth, and Celine couldn't make her way back into my good graces after that.
Also, I didn't like how this supposedly strong, independent, intelligent woman could just up and screw some dude she barely knows just because he's basically a cute, warm body on a hammock. Seriously? Where's your sense of decency? Grady, the super of the building is too suspicious--right from the beginning I knew he had something to do with it, I just didn't know what. Turns out he's a STALKER! He must be one hell of a sexy handyman because Celine and Maggie fell for his pot-head, easygoing charms.
THEN Maggie almost screws a guy in the elevator--a guy she suspects was one of Celine's "johns". So what if she was freaking out because of her claustrophobia! Ms. Tucker could've had Maggie recite the names of the countries she's visited for her charity, or the names of the little African children she left behind, or even count and recount the number of buttons on her coat. She didn't have to dry hump a near complete stranger.
With that said, I MIGHT read another story by K.A. Tucker. If it strikes my fancy.