Review: Kiss of Death by Sharon Donovan

Kiss of Death by Sharon Donovan
Release Date: December 4, 2012
Publisher: Wild Rose Press
Pages: 111
Source: book provided by the publisher for review
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Santa Must Die.

The words in Camille Lafayette’s dream are a chilling prelude of events to come. She sees herself as the killer, and when the murder is actually committed, she becomes the prime suspect.

When handsome Detective Oliver Sharone turns up at her New Orleans family home, he is searching for answers. The evidence against her seems damning. An image captured on the victim’s camera resembles Camille, and the red feather mask worn by the murderer came from her shop.

The instant chemistry between Camille and Oliver is an added complication, which grows deeper as they work together to discover the truth. It becomes a race against time to find the real murderer before he not only loses his heart completely, but the killer strikes again. And this time the victim could be Camille herself.

 

Review: I love mystery/thrillers but I was a little disappointed in this book. The writing is good but the story just seems to plod through with no twists, no surprises, and no intricate details that add that extra layer to the storyline. However, it is a decent little murder mystery for the Christmas season.

I did like the voodoo aspect (New Orleans, Marie Laveau, voodoo dolls wearing crowns) but felt there could have been more background on the rituals and history. I suppose everyone knows what a voodoo doll is for but I like to read about the lore and legend. Knowing that Marie Laveau was the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans is one thing, but how she got there and how she died would be interesting detail to the story.

The characters – Camille, Oliver, and Annie – felt a little too perfect for me. Camille is a former beauty queen so it’s a fair assumption that she would have no flaws. Oliver, however, could have had something wrong with him. A limp, a mole on his face, an aversion to cats – something that would make him less Superman and more human. But one line says it all: Detective Oliver Sharoné was both a hopeless romantic and alpha male in one very handsome package. Annie was a little more fun, with her psychotic meltdowns and self-entitlement speeches (even if they only were in her head).