One of the only gritty-cozy, hardboiled, enemies-to-lovers, noir rom-coms ever written. Or, as one reviewer put it: 'Spenser and Susan, but without the over-arching smarm.'
In the best noir tradition, Louisa Meyer just buried wealthy husband number five, and the police have decided she's a person of interest. Detective Alexander Kennedy is definitely interested, just not very professionally. Alex has a checkered past. Fifteen years ago, an Internet sex bust went haywire and he was charged with entrapment, racketeering and gross indecency. Dumped from the force. Spent a year in the can. From there, life spiralled downward with frightening speed, but he's worked hard to claw his way back to semi-respectability. Now he's working multiple investigations, one of which leads to Louisa's gleaming waterfront tower and her treasure trove of secrets. So now Alex has to choose: Love or duty? Compassion or law? Investigate Louisa or date her? He can do both for a while, but not forever. Does she represent the crime of the century or the romantic opportunity of a lifetime? At the heart of every serious crime lies a secret. Alex has been there himself. And with Louisa, the secrets stretch back forty years, becoming heavier with each passing day. To Alex's surprise, she's ready to reveal all, but he's not sure he's ready to listen. One thing's certain, however: he doesn't want to end up as the final line in her diary of misdeeds. Yes to the em dash, no to AI