Grade A #AudioBookReview: A Pair of Aces by Marie Benedict and Victoria Christopher Murray

Grade A #AudioBookReview: A Pair of Aces by Marie Benedict and Victoria Christopher MurrayA Pair of Aces by Marie Benedict, Victoria Christopher Murray
Narrator: Barrie Kreinik, Robin Miles
Format: audiobook, eARC
Source: borrowed from library, supplied by publisher via Edelweiss
Formats available: hardcover, paperback, ebook, audiobook
Genres: crime fiction, historical fiction
Pages: 390
Length: 12 hours and 30 minutes
Published by Berkley, Penguin Audio on June 2, 2026
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A gripping novel about two trailblazing women on opposite sides of the law—a prosecutor and a madam—who team up to bring down notorious Mob boss Lucky Luciano in 1930s New York
Eunice Carter, assistant district attorney for the City of New York and Manhattan’s first Black female prosecutor, has her sights set on the one and only Lucky Luciano, head of New York City’s five largest organized crime families. Other prosectors have tried to bring down Lucky, but they’ve all focused on the crime syndicate’s traditional businesses—bootlegging, gambling, loan sharking, and drug dealing—or tax evasion. No one has thought to approach the Mob through its role in prostitution. Until Eunice. But she can’t get Luciano alone.
Polly Adler has worked long and hard to build up her high-class brothel business. Her client list is filled with well-known names, both the famous and the infamous, who all know her booze is top-notch, her music first-rate, her food exquisite, and her girls the best. But Lucky has gone too far, putting her girls in danger, and Polly finally sees the chance to end his reign once and for all.
Together, Eunice and Polly fashion a case utilizing a network of women. Bridging the enormous divide between them and risking their own lives, they assemble evidence bit by bit, under the nose of the man they’re trying to convict. It is this very alliance—of two women from vastly different worlds—that launches the most sensational trial New York City has ever seen.

My Review:

Eunice Hunton Carter

Eunice Hunton Carter and Polly Adler couldn’t have had less in common – or seemingly less reason to find common cause – if they’d tried.

Carter was an attorney, the first black female prosecutor in the State of New York. The woman who helped to bring down one of the country’s most notorious mobsters, Charles ‘Lucky’ Luciano, as part of New York County Special Prosecutor Thomas E. Dewey’s ‘mob’ of Assistant District Attorneys intent on bringing down mob and political corruption in New York in the mid 1930s.

Polly Adler was a Jewish immigrant from a small village in Russia. She arrived in New York at age 13, with no family to support her, became a garment worker, was raped by her boss, and eventually became one of the most celebrated madams in New York City. ‘Polly’s House’, a famous, high-class brothel, was a place where the rich and famous hung out, got drunk, and were able to indulge in the kind of vice that no one talked about in polite company.

At the beginning of this story, they had one thing in common. They both wanted to get Lucky Luciano put behind bars. Both of their motives included a bit of self-serving. Carter wanted to prove her worth, to get a feather in her cap, and as the only woman and the only person of color on Dewey’s team, she needed to work twice as hard to get half the recognition of the men on the team and she knew it. Adler wanted Luciano out of her business. Her business may have been illegal, but it was hers, and she did the best she could by her ‘girls’ and her employees. A best that was surprisingly good until Luciano and his criminal ‘Combination’ began their racket of coercing all the prostitutes and madams into a single organization that ran them all into early graves.

Thomas E. Dewey

Carter’s role in Luciano’s trial is well documented. Not nearly as prominent as it should have been, but the documentation is all there to discover and/or uncover, as the authors of this book certainly did.

Polly Adler was celebrated in her day, and wrote her own autobiography in order to tell the truth, or at least a part of it, in regards to her own legacy. Where Carter’s life and especially her contributions to Dewey’s team and Luciano’s case are part of the historical record, Adler’s contribution is less certain and quite possibly entirely speculative. If Adler’s part of the case were true, it’s a secret the two women would have both needed to take to their graves. And maybe they did.

But whether Adler’s half of this story is true or merely fiction, taken together Carter’s truth and Adler’s innuendo combine to tell a compelling story of two women, each at the top of their entirely opposite games, who may have stood together in the shadows to bring justice and an end to a vast and sweeping criminal enterprise.

Because of Carter’s – and possibly both women’s – work, while Thomas Dewey may not have been able to later defeat Harry Truman for the presidency, (yes, this is THAT Dewey), but he was able to defeat Lucky Luciano for the heart and soul of New York.

Polly Adler

Escape Rating A: I was surprised by how much I enjoyed this one, no matter how much my brain kept sticking on whether or not Polly’s part of the story was true. It was plausible and that was enough to quiet my willing suspension of disbelief and allow me to settle into the story.

Which was certainly aided and abetted by the quality of the audiobook narration. Barrie Kreinik, whose narration was absolutely the best thing about an otherwise lackluster book, The Sirens, did a terrific job as Polly Adler, while Robin Miles was every single bit as good at portraying Eunice Carter. Together, they did a fantastic job of showing the differences between the two characters, between Polly slight accent, her pragmatic turns of phrase and usage of underworld cant vs Eunice precise, educated and cultured diction.

The two women came from very different worlds, and it showed in every world they uttered as well as exactly how they uttered it. Something that their narrators handled with aplomb.

Back to the story, which is told from their alternating first-person perspectives. They have the same goal, but not for the same motives. They don’t trust each other. They don’t even like each other. They don’t become intimate friends – they can’t even be seen together. Not just because they’re on opposite sides of the case, but because they’ll both be lynched – even in New York City – if a white woman – even a notorious madam like Polly Adler, and a black woman are seen to be actually socializing.

Charles ‘Lucky’ Luciano

The conversation they eventually have about which one of them had more to contend with in their lives is eye-opening because of how truthful and REAL it is even if it never happened.

The story doesn’t shy away from the difficulties they each face. Not just Carter’s constant fight for the opportunities and the respect she should be due, as well as her ongoing conflict with a husband who can’t understand why being a wife and mother will never be enough for her. But also the notoriety and constant threat of prosecution that Adler faces for surviving in the only way that was ever open to her. As one of her girls says early on, “no little girl dreams of growing up to be a whore”. But it’s often the choice left in a life of circumstances beyond their control.

What keeps the reader turning pages and/or listening with bated breath, is the way that the case proceeds like a tennis match, bouncing from Carter’s perspective to Adler’s, with tribulations and desperations on both sides even if they’re not the same troubles besetting each woman.

At the same time, the story does an excellent job of bringing its time and place, New York City and especially Harlem in the 1930s to vibrant life. We’re with these women in their triumph, even though they couldn’t openly share that triumph with each other.

In the end, I enjoyed this a lot and got surprisingly caught up in it even though the broad outlines of the story are already known. I liked the way the story was presented with its contrasting viewpoints and it was very engaging, to the point where I just bought copies of both of the authors’ previous collaborations, The Personal Librarian and The First Ladies, in both ebook and audio, for future listening pleasure.

#AudioBookReview: Our Perfect Storm by Carley Fortune

#AudioBookReview: Our Perfect Storm by Carley FortuneOur Perfect Storm by Carley Fortune
Narrator: AJ Bridel, Jack Copeland
Format: audiobook, eARC
Source: supplied by publisher via Edelweiss, supplied by publisher via Libro.fm
Formats available: hardcover, ebook, audiobook
Genres: contemporary romance, friends to lovers romance
Pages: 410
Length: 10 hours and 51 minutes
Published by Berkley, Penguin Audio on May 5, 2026
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Best friends have one week in paradise to fix their friendship or fall apart in this heart-stopping, utterly romantic new novel from the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Every Summer After and One Golden Summer.
Frankie and George have been best friends since they were eight years old. Both passionate, impulsive, and headstrong—they’ve always clashed . . . and come back together. Until now. It’s the eve of Frankie’s wedding weekend, and she doesn’t know where they stand or even if George will show up as her best man.
Then, at the start of the festivities, in walks George. For one glorious evening, surrounded by her loved ones, Frankie’s life is finally perfect. But it all comes crashing down when her fiancé dumps her the next morning, leaving only a note as an explanation.
Crushed and confused, Frankie returns to her family’s home to wallow. But George has a different idea and a plan for healing Frankie’s broken heart. He wants her to go on her honeymoon. With him. For one week, to the lush rainforests and misty beaches of Tofino.
Frankie agrees, seeing the trip for what it really is: one last chance to repair their friendship. Even if it means unearthing secrets and long buried feelings neither knows how to handle. Even if it means falling apart for good.

My Review:

The idea of this story is terrific. The execution didn’t quite work for me as well as I’d hoped. Although I can’t say this enough, the audio narration was terrific and made a story that didn’t live up to its potential worth listening to all the same.

This is a friends-to-lovers story. In fact, it’s about the lifelong friendship between Frankie and George. They’ve been besties since they were EIGHT. Most people are lucky if they can hang onto one friendship half that long, but Frankie and George are thirty when this story begins and in some ways are every bit as close as they were when George moved in next door over twenty years ago.

And in other ways they are miles apart. Mostly in secrets. The secret that George has been keeping from Frankie since they were 14, if not earlier. And the secret that Frankie has been keeping from herself every single bit as long.

George is supposed to be Frankie’s best man at her wedding to someone else. She’s a nervous wreck at her own rehearsal dinner because she can’t imagine doing this – or anything else important in her life – without George at her side. George is coming because he promised he would be there for her. Even if she’s breaking his heart. Because she doesn’t know that she is and he’s not planning to tell her. EVER.

Whether he should have stuck to that plan or not is one thing. Whether he should have broken it quite so thoroughly is another. Whether they can get past the mess they both make out of the result is yet to be determined.

But they have to try. Even if Frankie doesn’t know exactly what they’re trying for. Or about. Or why it always had to be just this messy along the way.

Escape Rating B-: The storm may be perfect but this book isn’t nearly so. The audio was terrific, which is why I stuck with it to the point that I had to finish, but the story drove me bananas until the 2/3rds mark, and that’s way too long to be talking back to an audiobook.

The IDEA of this as a friends into lovers story had SO MUCH possibility. I liked Frankie and George as characters and loved the idea of their lifelong best friendship. BUT, I knew from the opening pages that Frankie was being willfully obtuse about her upcoming marriage to Nate and especially the nature of her adult relationship with George. Or at least his adult feelings for her.

It’s so, so obvious to the reader that George has been in love with Frankie for years – if not possibly forever – from the minute he enters the scene. At her rehearsal dinner for her wedding to someone else.

I started wanting to reach through the audio with a clue-by-four and didn’t stop until the penny dropped for her much, MUCH too late. Or too long. Healing takes as long as it takes, and people lie to themselves ALL THE TIME, but her obstinate, angsty blindness went on for too many words and too many pages.

In other words, the story dragged A LOT in the middle. If the audio performances by AJ Bridel as Frankie and Jack Copeland as George hadn’t been excellent, I’d have bailed early. But they WERE excellent and the way the audio was performed – not as alternate chapters but as Frankie’s narration of her perspective on events and her internal thoughts with George’s own voice in her head worked better than the now usual alternating chapters and voices.

This would be a C rating if not for the audio. They’re that good. And the story needs them to be.

In the end, I got why George hid his feelings from Frankie for so long – even if the way he went about the reveal was a bit shitty. The whole thing finally started to work when Frankie started figuring out that she’d been lying to herself for reasons that made a whole lot of sense – IN THE END.

But by the time I got to that end I was mostly sticking with it to see if my guesses about why her erstwhile groom bailed on the wedding the night before were correct. Which they were. In the end, this story turned out to be a combination of too much obviousness and too much obliviousness tied up with a tiny bow of obnoxiousness in one tantalizing package.

And by that I mean the descriptions of Tofino, which is a real place that I would love to visit – just not along with Frankie and George.

#AudioBookReview: I’m Not the Only Murderer in My Retirement Home by Fergus Craig

#AudioBookReview: I’m Not the Only Murderer in My Retirement Home by Fergus CraigI'm Not the Only Murderer in My Retirement Home by Fergus Craig
Narrator: Joan Walker
Format: audiobook
Source: supplied by publisher via Edelweiss
Formats available: hardcover, ebook, audiobook
Genres: cozy mystery, mystery
Pages: 272
Length: 6 hours and 27 minutes
Published by Berkley, Penguin Audio on February 17, 2026
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After a decades-long stint in prison, former serial killer Carol is looking to kick back and relax in her new retirement home...until a fellow resident drops dead and Carol has to prove she actually didn't do it this time....
Carol is delighted to be leaving her tiny prison cell behind to take her place in a luxury retirement home. She's hoping her past as a serial killer won't come to light so she can make a few friends and find some murder-free hobbies. But it's not long before a fellow resident—who happens to be a former police commissioner—drops dead, and Carol's true identity is leaked—making catching up over daily activities of bingo and baking rather awkward.
Just her luck, Carol soon realizes that the victim wasn't the only former law enforcement officer at Sheldon Oaks—it's filled to the brim with former cops, barristers, and government representatives, her newfound friends included. And everyone thinks Carol's guilt is a no-brainer, but she is ready to prove them dead wrong...without killing anyone, for once.

My Review:

There’s an old saying that goes, “Set a thief to catch a thief” – in other words, that the best way to catch or at least outsmart a criminal is to hire someone exactly like them to catch them out. If the idea sounds familiar it’s because that’s exactly what institutions involved with cybersecurity do, they hire either former hackers or “white hat” hackers to protect them from, well, hacking.

But there’s an assumption built into that old saying, one that works perfectly with that cybersecurity application. It assumes that whoever is doing that ‘setting’ wants to either catch or stop the actual person doing the thieving (or hacking) or killing because they need to prevent any further such nefarious activity.

That’s not what kicks off this story. The police, in the person of DCI Bob Beattie, don’t want to catch the guilty party in former police commissioner Desmond Crisp’s murder at the Sheldon Oaks Retirement Community. Because Beattie already has a perfectly plausible murderer halfway into the frame before the investigation even begins.

A convicted serial killer has just moved into Sheldon Oaks. Everyone already believes that Carol Quinn did it. The other residents of Sheldon Oaks believed she was going to murder someone long before it happened. DCI Beattie is happy to let the elderly residents feel justified in their earlier suspicions.

Even though plenty of the residents are either retired criminals, retired investigators, or both. And there are plenty of people with much better motives than Carol for murdering Crisp. Who was, after all, known in his day as being a very powerful and very bent copper indeed. A fact that the Met would prefer no one raked up and roasted over the coals of scandal and corruption now that the man is dead.

But Carol knows she didn’t do it. Not that she hasn’t been tempted to veer off the straight and narrow, but dreaming of murdering someone isn’t a crime unless you actually do the deed. Which Carol didn’t. She also knows that she has the best chance of figuring out who did kill Desmond before she ends up back in the prison where she just finished serving out her sentence.

The police may not be willing to set a killer to catch the killer, but Carol is more than willing to change from killer to investigator to keep from being railroaded to a justice that this time she does not deserve.

Escape Rating B: I have mixed feelings about this one. So many mixed feelings. But before I get into my mixed feelings about the story, I have to say that I have none whatsoever about the audio version I listened to. Narrator Joan Walker did an excellent job making the many voices of the large cast of characters sound distinct and distinctly recognizable from each other. She also made an especially good Carol Quinn, who was realistic, pragmatic, wry, self-deprecating and self-aware of exactly who she was and how she got herself into the fix she is currently in.

My mixed feelings, however, are all about the story itself. I liked Carol quite a bit. She represents all of our frustrations with life and the people around us. She just acts, not so much on the frustrations, but on the people who get away with being, well, assholes – at least until Carol makes them stop. That she murders people for getting on her nerves – or for kicking their dogs – is a bit over the top but the way that Carol tells her story we still get where she’s coming from.

Just as we get her desire to make friends, live a normal life, and stay out of prison. She’s paid her debt to society, and she doesn’t plan to kill again. Which is not, initially, as much of a character reference as it could be, as she fully admits she occasionally feels the urge. She just isn’t intending to act on it. And doesn’t, not even when the opportunity presents itself. Which it does.

We do get enough inside Carol’s head – and for that matter her heart – to understand just how much she values the opportunity to finally have some real friends, and how desperate she is to keep those friends and keep herself out of prison. Which does explain the way the story ends.

What drove me a bit out of the story was the way that the investigation was conducted. I tend to read mysteries, even cozy mysteries, to read about competence. Someone knows what they’re doing – even if it’s not the police as it’s definitely not in this instance.

But the official investigation in this one was exceedingly slapdash, even by the looser standards of a cozy. The police didn’t even nod in the direction of checking motives, following the money, documenting the crime scene, or much of anything else. I started thinking about the corruption angle, and it wasn’t that either. Well it was, but on a much smaller scale and in a very different way than I was thinking. And might have made a bit more sense – or made a much bigger story. (C’est la reading vie.)

The obvious lampshading of other ‘murder club’ stories like The Thursday Murder Club and The Marlow Murder Club was highlighted so brightly that it pushed the story more than a bit over the top. (Not that both of those plus the Ernest Cunningham series (Everyone in My Family Has Killed Someone) and especially An Elderly Lady is Up to No Good, are not excellent readalikes.

I was also left with mixed feelings because the ending shouldn’t have been the ending. I’m not referring to the whodunit resolution, because that made as much sense as any cozy mystery. But the fallout from that resolution, which sets up the next book in the series. Which will be I’m Not the Only Murderer at This Wedding, coming next February. Which tells you some of how this one ends but not the salient bit, which would be a terrible spoiler.

A review for a mystery that ends with a cliffhanger! Who would have thought?

#AudioBookReview: And Now Back to You by B.K. Borison

#AudioBookReview: And Now Back to You by B.K. BorisonAnd Now, Back to You (Heartstrings, #2) by B.K. Borison
Narrator: Max Meyers, Brittany Pressley
Format: audiobook, eARC
Source: purchased from Audible, supplied by publisher via Edelweiss
Formats available: hardcover, large print, paperback, ebook, audiobook
Genres: contemporary romance, romantic comedy, workplace romance
Series: Heartstrings #2
Pages: 464
Length: 13 hours and 3 minutes
Published by Berkley, Penguin Audio on February 24, 2026
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Two competing meteorologists are forced to find common ground in this opposites attract, When Harry Met Sally inspired romance, from New York Times bestselling author B.K. Borison.
Jackson Clark and Delilah Stewart have had their fair share of run-ins over the years, often ending in disaster. While Jackson thrives on routine and organization from the comfort of his radio booth, Delilah loves the spontaneity and adventure out in the field. When they’re partnered against their will to cover the snowstorm of the century, they find themselves scrambling to figure out how to work together.
Eager to be taken seriously as a journalist, Delilah offers Jackson a deal. If he can help her ace this assignment, she’ll help him rediscover his long-lost fun side. With an undiscovered chemistry burning beneath their clashes, the unlikely partnership quickly tumbles into an easy and surprising friendship.
But when other feelings start to enter the equation, can Jackson and Delilah withstand the storm? Or does what happens in the mountains, stay in the mountains?

My Review:

Readers of First-Time Caller, the first book in the Heartstrings series, have already met the radio station’s “weather boy”, Jackson Clark. But they haven’t really met his opposite number from the TV station that shares the parking lot, TV meteorologist Delilah Stewart. And honestly, neither has Jackson, even if they have been sharing passive-aggressive sticky notes via each other’s windshields for months.

So when this book begins, we only know Delilah through Jackson’s VERY uptight opinion, and he doesn’t know Delilah AT ALL no matter how many assumptions her truly terrible parking skills have caused him to make. And have, as Jackson discovers in this book, thoroughly handled his half of the ‘assume’ cliche. Because he’s certainly making an ass of himself when it comes to  Delilah.

Delilah, on the other hand, is already dealing with a much bigger asshole so she’s not all that bothered by Jackson’s relatively minor grumpy assholery in comparison. Her part of that particular equation is more of the sly, cutting dig variety than the rather excessive hate-on Jackson seems to have for her.

But they both report on the local weather in Baltimore. Or, Jackson certainly does, and Delilah does when her hateful asshat of a boss lets her do her actual job instead of demeaning, deflating and downgrading her at every turn.

Back to the weather – or as Delilah’s signature sign off goes, “and now back to you.” The you in this instance being the entire city of Baltimore, because the weather outside is about to get frightful even though the holidays are definitely over for the year.

It’s late March and a freak blizzard is barreling down on the city. Based on multiple weather models that both Delilah and Jackson are following, the storm is going to hit the mountains in Western Maryland with ‘the big one’ late in March with plenty of heavy, damp late season snow and gale force winds. It’s going to be the weather programming opportunity of both of their careers.

Because their respective stations need ratings and advertising dollars, her TV station and his radio station decide to team Jackson and Delilah up for a trip to tiny Deep Creek on the far western edge of the state to report on the storm as it hits. They are both excited by the opportunity but neither is thrilled for either the company OR the circumstances.

Jackson has EXTREME stage fright to the point of panic attacks. Delilah is certain that her evil, abusive boss intends to use this trip as an opportunity to do even further damage to her career – even if she can’t figure out how he’ll manage that at the distance. Jackson, for his part, is very afraid that his issues ARE the intended damage.

Once they are on the road to remote Garrett County, they have the chance to get to know the real person behind all those passive-aggressive post-its. A person who shares some of the same damage but took that trauma in utterly opposite directions.

Which means that they DO have an opportunity to meet in the middle. If they’re each willing to share the load AND step outside their respective – and opposite – comfort zones in order to get there.

With just a little bit of help from a big storm, a full hotel, and some truly evil connivance from Delilah’s boss that has some unintentionally excellent consequences for everyone involved who DESERVES a shot at a happy ever after.

Delilah’s evil boss DEFINITELY not included.

Escape Rating C+: I picked this up because I did, in the end, love the first book in the Heartstrings series, First-Time Caller. I’ll admit that that one opened with a bit of a rocky start, but it was a rocky start that was definitely a ‘me’ thing. Once Aiden and Lucie got into the radio booth, they made the kind of magic that just made the whole story shine.

And it was the hope of a similar turnaround in this second book that made me stick with it long after I might have otherwise bailed. Because I wasn’t seeing that chemistry no matter how much I wanted to. Instead, I saw a few too many similarities between Jackson and Delilah in this book and Callie and Thomas in Tuesday’s book. Which was itself a replacement review for an entirely different book that didn’t work all that well either although for entirely different reasons.

Even though I started And Now Back to You in audio, I finished in text because I was just done and needed to move on, but was still hoping that the magic would happen between Delilah and Jackson. Although I’m not sure it did.

The thing is that the start of this book reminded me a bit too much of First-Time Caller. They’re not the same situation but the situations were both very uncomfortable for me. Lucie’s situation involved an inner circle of well-meaning but overbearing and intrusive people. It was a bit of a personal nightmare but felt real and right for the story.

Delilah’s situation was outright triggering. Her workplace isn’t just toxic and her boss isn’t merely abusive although both things are certainly true. The way that he was abusing her, doing his damndest to tank her career PUBLICLY and make it so that she’d be forced out of a career that she’d worked so hard for and was so good at hit a bit too close to home. The way that she just kept sucking it up and being a mouse about the abuse, even inside the confines of her own head, wasn’t a situation I wanted to read about.

In short, her boss is an EVIL, abusive asshole, and she’s become the meat shield for the entire station through no actual fault of her own. The situation is terrible to the point of outright abuse (and let’s not forget the gaslighting) and she’s just taking it and I just wasn’t there for it even though I was, well, there in it by reading/listening to it.

OTOH the personal situations that Jackson and Delilah came out of were heartbreaking but very well done. It made both of their traumas understandable AND explained why their reactions to variations of the same damage went in such different directions. Coming out of childhood abandonment and chaos, he turned rule-bound while she turned sunshine  which are both plausible even though they’re caused by the same thing.

However, the way that we get to see the man behind the panicking mask more clearly long before we see what Delilah’s hiding under snarky sunshine made it easier to empathize with him – and made her continued digs at Jackson’s expense seem more mean-spirited for a bit too long. Their initial relationship as passive-aggressive frenemies did not work nearly as well as a road to romance as Aiden and Lucie’s first meeting.

In the end, I stuck with this in the hopes that magic would happen after all. And it kind of does, but only after the halfway point and even then it wasn’t nearly as magical as I hoped it would be. And I know I’ve been having a bad week this week, but I honestly didn’t see the purported resemblance between this book and When Harry Met Sally. Which is a real pity because a variation of the iconic scene in the diner might have been just what this story needed.

Of course, and I sincerely hope so, your reading mileage may vary.

#AudioBookReview: First-Time Caller by B.K. Borison

#AudioBookReview: First-Time Caller by B.K. BorisonFirst-Time Caller (Heartstrings, #1) by B.K. Borison
Narrator: E.J. Bingham, Hathaway Lee
Format: audiobook, eARC
Source: borrowed from library, supplied by publisher via Libro.fm
Formats available: hardcover, paperback, ebook, audiobook
Genres: contemporary romance, romantic comedy
Series: Heartstrings #1
Pages: 420
Length: 11 hours and 54 minutes
Published by Berkley, Penguin Audio on February 11, 2025
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A hopeless romantic meets a jaded radio host in this cozy, Sleepless in Seattle-inspired love story from beloved author B.K. Borison.
Aiden Valentine has a secret: he's fallen out of love with love. And as the host of Baltimore's romance hotline, that's a bit of a problem. But when a young girl calls in to the station asking for dating advice for her mom, the interview goes viral, thrusting Aiden and Heartstrings into the limelight.
Lucie Stone thought she was doing just fine. She has a good job; an incredible family; and a smart, slightly devious kid. But when all of Baltimore is suddenly scrutinizing her love life-or lack thereof—she begins to question if she's as happy as she thought. Maybe a little more romance wouldn't be such a bad thing.
Everyone wants Lucie to find her happy ending... even the handsome, temperamental man calling the shots. But when sparks start to fly behind the scenes, Lucie must make the final call between the radio-sponsored happily ever after or the man in the headphones next to her.

My Review:

Lucie Stone and Aiden Valen make real magic in the radio booth – but first they have to get there. And that takes some doing on the part of practically every single person in Lucie’s life – including her twelve-year-old daughter.

Which is pretty much the dichotomy that powers this entire grumpy-sunshine romance.

The first part of the story is the setup. Aiden Valen – who broadcasts as Aiden ValenTINE, is the host for a romance hotline on an independent Baltimore radio station. A station he is literally tanking, all by himself, because he’s fallen out of love with love and is spreading his disillusionment all over his show.

Obviously, Aiden is the grump in this pairing.

Lucie, on the other hand, is the sunshine, even though her life doesn’t have quite as much sunshine as it ought to have. At least not according to her daughter Maya, her daughter’s dads, her coworkers, her bestie, and seemingly everyone else in her life.

And that’s where the conspiracy comes in, the fun begins, and the magic happens. Because Lucie is all about the magic of love, even if she’s never managed to find it for herself. Which is why her daughter concocts a scheme to call into Aiden’s radio show on her mom’s behalf, in the hopes that Aiden can help Lucie find what she’s looking for.

Lucie hears her daughter on the phone in the middle of the night talking with a man. From under the covers, the better to muffle the sound. At first, Lucie goes ballistic on both of them, not unreasonably so. But it’s late and she’s tired and she’s more tired of being lonely than she wants to admit.

So she ends up talking with Aiden for the rest of his shift, and she’s honest about life, dating, the universe and pretty much everything. And it goes VIRAL. Lucie’s struck a chord with the entire Eastern Seaboard. With Aiden along for a ride he never thought he’d EVER want to take.

Because Lucie still believes in magic, while Aiden doesn’t even believe in love. Until he does.

Escape Rating B: I ended up with an epic amount of mixed feelings about this one. The second half of the book – once they get into the booth together and start talking to each other and to the people of Baltimore who are shipping it like mad – it really is magic.

But getting there, that first half of the book, was a bit of a slog. It seemed as if every single person in Lucie’s inner circle was a boundary-stomping jerk. While this setup may have been exactly what Lucie needed, the way it happened and the way they all, collectively, went about it was absolutely NOT what she wanted or how she wanted it.

The relationship that Aiden and Lucie develop once they get into the booth – and out of it – was all about consent. Specifically hers. But getting her there was the absolute opposite, a campaign conducted by the people who did love her and did mean the best for her with their interference. But does that mean it’s okay to ignore someone’s expressed wishes because you ‘mean well’ and where does that end? It’s a situation that I find triggering and others may as well, but your reading mileage hopefully varies.

Once they interact directly with each other, the whole thing is utterly magical. I adored their banter, I loved the way they played off each other, and it was extra fun that it seemed as if even though we were experiencing this story through their alternating first-person perspectives, that Aiden didn’t have a clue about his own feelings, while Lucie steadfastly avoided getting a clue that the entire city was shipping the relationship that neither of them recognized they were having.

I also adored that Lucie was in a male-dominated profession (she’s a car mechanic), that she’s doing it well and is well respected by her co-workers, and that all four of her somewhat grumpy, older, male coworkers are shipping it along with the rest of Baltimore just added to the fun – and to the magic.

Speaking of magic, the audiobook is magical, and it’s also a terrific medium for experiencing this particular story. The experience is all the better because the alternating perspectives are voiced by not one but two narrators, Hathaway Lee for Lucie and E.J. Bingham for Aiden. Because we’re so deeply inside their heads for this, it worked so much better that each had their own narrative voice to go along with their own internal voice.

In the end, the good outweighed the ‘less good’ parts of this story, although I have to confess that I’d probably have bailed if so many friends hadn’t talked both the book and the author up so much. It also helped that the radio show parts of the story reminded me very fondly of Turn It Up by Inez Kelly, a story I read a while back that was also about co-hosts on a radio program that talk their way into romance with the same kind of banter.

Which leads to one last comment. According to the author, this book is meant to invoke fond memories of the movie Sleepless in Seattle. Whether it does or not is certainly in the eye of the beholder. Howsomever, a second book in this Heartstrings series has been announced, And Now, Back to You, inspired by When Harry Met Sally. I can’t wait to see if the iconic scene from that movie is replicated – and how!

A- #AudioBookReview: Kills Well With Others by Deanna Raybourn

A- #AudioBookReview: Kills Well With Others by Deanna RaybournKills Well with Others (Killers of a Certain Age, #2) by Deanna Raybourn
Narrator: Jane Oppenheimer, Christina Delaine
Format: audiobook, eARC
Source: purchased from Audible, supplied by publisher via Edelweiss
Formats available: hardcover, large print, paperback, ebook, audiobook
Genres: mystery, suspense, thriller
Series: Killers of a Certain Age #2
Pages: 368
Length: 10 hours and 19 minutes
Published by Berkley, Penguin Audio on March 4, 2025
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“Much like fine wine, battle-hardened assassins grow better with age.”—#1 New York Times bestselling author Lisa Gardner

Four women assassins, senior in status—and in age—sharpen their knives for another bloody good adventure in this riotous follow-up to the New York Times bestselling sensation Killers of a Certain Age.

After more than a year of laying low, Billie, Helen, Mary Alice, and Natalie are called back into action. They have enjoyed their time off, but the lack of excitement is starting to chafe: a professional killer can only take so many watercolor classes and yoga sessions without itching to strangle someone...literally. When they receive a summons from the head of the elite assassin organization known as the Museum, they are ready tackle the greatest challenge of their careers.

Someone on the inside has compiled a list of important kills committed by Museum agents, connected to a single, shadowy figure, an Eastern European gangster with an iron fist, some serious criminal ambition, and a tendency to kill first and ask questions later. This new nemesis is murdering agents who got in the way of their power hungry plans and the aging quartet of killers is next.

Together the foursome embark on a wild ride across the globe on the double mission of rooting out the Museum’s mole and hunting down the gangster who seems to know their next move before they make it. Their enemy is unlike any they’ve faced before, and it will take all their killer experience to get out of this mission alive.

My Review:

The wifi wasn’t THAT bad. No, seriously, I took the same trip on the MS Queen Mary 2 last summer, the one that the team from Killers of a Certain Age takes from New York City to Southampton in the early stages of this caper – and the wifi honestly wasn’t that bad. The rest of the ship, at least the parts we saw of it, were very much as described.

No murder though. At least, not as far as we heard!

Then again, Billie and company are very, very good at their jobs, and the whole point of sending in an elite team of assassins is for them to make the murder look like it never happened. Not that Pasha Lazarov isn’t very, very dead when Billie’s done with him and his teddy bear, but that his death doesn’t look like a murder at all.

Don’t worry, the teddy bear is fine. Pasha, not so much, but then that was the point. Even if, as Billie suspects, he was the wrong point.

Still, contract complete, case closed. Right? Wrong, as the team discovers when they make their way to their safe house and discover that the house isn’t safe at all. In fact, it’s on FIRE.

And suddenly, so is this story. Because someone in their organization has sold them out, put a target on their backs while aiming them at the wrong villain for the wrong reasons even as the real monster plans to toy with them as they chase the true mastermind around Europe while that mastermind plots revenge, mayhem and a gigantic payday steeped in blood and decades in the making.

It’s all about the ‘one that got away’. For the traitor, it’s about a future they let slip out of their hands. For the villain, it’s payback for the murder of their father – who truly was an evil bastard – at the righteous hands of Billie and her team. For the team, it’s about a case they were never able to close and a luminous piece of looted Nazi art that they were never able to restore.

Until now. If they survive. If, instead of age and treachery beating youth and skill, age and skill can manage to beat youth and treachery one more time.

Escape Rating A-: The first book in this series, Killers of a Certain Age, was both an absolute surprise and an utter delight. Just as “Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!” – a catchphrase whose origins Billie and her team are just the right age to remember and appreciate – nobody expects a quartet of sixty-something women to be an elite team of assassins. Not unless they remember the movie Red with Helen Mirren playing a character who could easily have been one of Billie’s aliases, or who have fallen in love with The Thursday Murder Club series, whose main character is also quite a bit like Billie and is also played by the same actress in the upcoming TV series.

While that was not as big a digression as it could have been, that digression is a bit on point for this story.

The main story here, as it was in the first book, is told from Billie’s first-person perspective as she and her team are in the midst of the case at hand – even as that case goes utterly off-kilter and entirely out-of-whack. Not that even at the outset it was as ‘in whack’ as it should have been.

But the case does itself digress on occasion, to cases and contracts and errors and omissions in some of the team’s earlier contracts, told from an omniscient third-person perspective. At first, it seems as if those trips down memory lane are for context about their past and their skills, but as the net closes in so too do those memories as various nooses tighten and the past catches up to the present.

At the same time, the case in the present is a wild thrill ride, interwoven with a whole lot of tips and tricks about hiding in plain sight and escaping without a trace and the way that even their oldest tricks still work fantastically well because the weakest point in ANY security system, even the most technically advanced and supposedly unbreakable, is always the human factor. And those haven’t changed at all.

Initially, the story moves just a bit slowly, as, well, cruise ships are wont to do. But the reader catches Billie’s nagging suspicion that something isn’t right fairly early, and we’re waiting for the other shoe to drop right along with her.

When it does – or actually when it catches fire – the story is off, not just to the races but to a whirlwind tour of both sides of the Mediterranean in pursuit of a dead woman with a plan for revenge so cold that she’s willing to take out her own family to see it done.

And still, and yet, and at the heart of it all is the ride or die sisterhood of these four women who will and have, killed and nearly died for each other over the course of four decades – and their bickering willingness to argue and fight and still protect each other and the hostages to fortune they have all gathered along the way – sometimes in spite of themselves.

Just as I wasn’t expecting that first book, I wasn’t expecting this to turn into a series. Hoping, certainly, but not expecting. Which means I’ve been waiting for this with the proverbial bated breath, was absolutely thrilled to get it, and was utterly absorbed by it in both text and marvelous audio – switching back and forth so I could find out how they got out of this mess that much sooner.

All of which means I’m left in the exact same place I was at the end of Killers of a Certain Age. I had a ball with Billie and her found family, and I would love to ride with this crew again. But the story ends in a way that could BE the end. They all do sound like they’ve found the respective happy ever afters that none of them thought they would live to see. Or in Billie’s case, even want.

Howsomever, the first book started because there was something rotten at the heart of their organization that, let’s say, interfered with their pending retirements. They got dragged into THIS case because there was something that was rotten at the heart of their organization that interfered in an entirely different way with their retirements.

When this case gets wrapped up, they make a new and better deal for the retirements they all actually seemed to want this time around. Which doesn’t mean that they got all the rot out of the organization this time around. In fact, I’d kind of be surprised if they had. And very happy about it – possibly much happier than they’ll be if I’m right.

#AudioBookReview: I Got Abducted by Aliens and Now I’m Trapped in a Rom-Com by Kimberly Lemming + #Excerpt

#AudioBookReview: I Got Abducted by Aliens and Now I’m Trapped in a Rom-Com by Kimberly Lemming + #ExcerptI Got Abducted by Aliens and Now I'm Trapped in a Rom-Com (Cosmic Chaos, #1) by Kimberly Lemming
Narrator: Hazel Addison
Format: audiobook, eARC
Source: supplied by publisher via Libro.fm, supplied by publisher via NetGalley
Formats available: paperback, ebook, audiobook
Genres: alien abduction romance, Romance, romantasy, science fiction romance
Series: Cosmic Chaos #1
Pages: 304
Length: 9 hours and 23 minutes
Published by Berkley, Penguin Audio on February 18, 2025
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A hilarious and sexy romance about a woman who gets dropped on a strange planet only to fall for not one, but two, aliens, from the author of That Time I Got Drunk and Yeeted a Love Potion at a Werewolf.

Dorothy Valentine is close to getting her PhD in wildlife biology when she’s attacked by a lion. On the bright side, she’s saved! On the not-so-bright side, it’s because they’re abducted by aliens. In her scramble to escape, Dory and the lion commandeer an escape pod and crash-land on an alien planet that has...dinosaurs?

Dory and her new lion bestie, Toto, are saved in the nick of time by a mysterious and sexy alien, Sol. On their new adventure, they team up with the equally hot, equally dangerous Lok, who may or may not be a war criminal. Whether it be trauma, fate, or intrigue, Dory can’t resist the attraction that’s developing in their trio....

As this ragtag group of misfits explore their new planet, Dory learns more about how and why they’ve all ended up together, battles more prehistoric creatures than she imagined (she imagined...zero), and questions if she even wants to go back home to Earth in this hilarious and steamy alien romance adventure comedy romp.

My Review:

Today is Valentine’s Day, which screamed for a romance to be today’s book. I really want to claim that aliens made me do this book to celebrate the day, but that’s not my story.

However, it is, it oh so definitely is, Dory’s story. It’s right there in the title, I Got Abducted by Aliens and Now I’m Trapped in a Rom-Com. Because Dory was abducted by aliens, and she is trapped in what the aliens believed was a rom-com.

Dory’s mileage definitely varies on that. Her story definitely turns into the ‘rom’ part of that phrase. It also, certainly does have plenty of humor in it. But part of that humor is that the aliens intended to set up a rom-com without having an actual feather of a clue as to what either ‘rom’ or ‘com’ truly mean to humans. Or, for that matter, to the Sankado, the species they’ve already abducted.

So Dory isn’t trapped in a rom-com. She does, however, totally and absolutely, get ensnared in the romance part of that equation. Times two.

And it’s a screaming ‘O’ of a blast every wild and crazy step of the way.

Escape Rating B: I picked this one up because a) that spoileriffic title and b) the author’s Mead Mishaps series was incredibly fun (start with That Time I Got Drunk and Saved a Demon and be prepared to both blush furiously and ROFL while doing so.) Not to mention c) the book comes out on Tuesday, today is Valentine’s Day and the perfect timing of the whole thing could not be ignored. At least not by moi.

The trope this story wallows in is a familiar one. Of course it’s the ‘Aliens Made Them Do It’ ™ plot device – the one that the author is using and not the aliens making them do it. Also, the author is using it correctly while the aliens flubbed nearly all of their attempts – which is part of the fun of the thing.

The thing about this particular trope is that it screams for a ‘dubcon’ (that’s dubious consent) warning that can literally be seen from outer space. Dory, along with her partners Sol and Lok, clearly do consent to everything in the moment, but the reader can easily get hung up and thrown out of the story on the question of whether it’s true consent because the aliens have drugged all of them to create that consent at the outset.

Dory occasionally throws herself out of her own story because her desires in the moment and her resulting behavior are contrary to everything she ever knew about herself.

Some readers will be totally squicked out. Some will be all into the scene. Because I was listening to a chunk of the story, I was both blushing furiously (listening to a third party describe a sex scene is just weird) and getting a bit weirded out by just how much the way her partners talked sounded like grooming her to accept things she otherwise wouldn’t.

(BTW the audio narration was FINE, I only switched to the ebook because I was all in and reading is just plain faster.)

In the end I concluded that Dory was just discovering that she was really into the kink of it all and that was okay. But your reading mileage may go through some rough patches along the way and it may definitely vary.

The part of the story that’s just purely funny – in a very wry and totally satirical way – is the way that the particular aliens who got them ALL into this mess created said mess through bureaucratic insanity, academic pomposity, and shoddy research. They created the initial mess, dug themselves a hole and threw the first results of that mess into it, realized that they’d screwed up and then dug some more and made the hole bigger.

Anyone who has ever done research or worked in either a big bureaucratic organization or in academia is going to see the situation for the hilarious and rueful set up that it is and just laugh until tears run down their face because it’s true and awful and truly awful and so very much more common than anyone wants to admit.

But this is still Valentine’s Day so I need to get back to the romance. While the aliens may have been trying to set up a rom-com, in truth this is a sex-into-love romance times two. Dory and her partners create a really hot triad. And in an entirely different kind of warning, while this trio does set fire to the sheets, there is actual fire but no actual sheets. The sexytimes, as Dory herself would say, are “hot as balls” and the scenes never, ever fade to black.

Whether or not that’s your thing, it certainly turns out to be theirs. Even if it’s not you’ll still want to slap the alien meddler who is not just watching, he’s taking notes. Dory certainly does – and who can blame her?

In the end, there are multiple facets to this wild romp of a romance. There’s the meddling aliens who screw up and set off the whole entire mess. There’s the incredibly hot romance between Dory and her two sexy partners, who fall in love while an incompetent research intern meddles with their lives every step of the way.

Last but not least, there’s the two sets of sentient beings, alien to each other, who have been thrown together against their wills trying to make the best of it – in spite of yet more alien meddling. That’s clearly going to be the throughline for the entire Cosmic Chaos series, as this story ends with that incompetent research intern failing upwards into a promotion that Dory and her friends are sure to make certain he regrets at every turn. Or at least I certainly hope so and am looking forward to finding out.

The true level of Cosmic Chaos in this story has to be experienced to be believed, so I’m going to leave you with this excerpt from the opening of I Got Abducted by Aliens… so that you can experience a bit of Dory’s voice for yourself. One last thing, that lion, to quote Dory, “THE FUCKING LION!” turns out to be the very best wingman a displaced human could EVER have.

Excerpt from I Got Abducted by Aliens and Now I’m Trapped in a Rom-Com by Kimberly Lemming

“Fuck, I’m dead?” I snarled, gazing down at the desert. A bright light was pulling me farther into the sky. Which was probably good, right? I’m not the religious type, but I think the general consensus is that up is good.

“All right, not all bad, I guess?” I turned to have a look around, taking in the sights before— “THE FUCKING LION!” I screamed, trying to kick away my murderer. The sandy-brown fur of its mouth was stained a telltale red. I put a hand to my throat, flinching when pain erupted. My hand came back covered in blood. “All right, so you definitely didn’t miss. What is going on?”

The lion ignored me; instead his eyes remained transfixed by what he saw above us. I stilled and looked up to see the clouds shimmering. A darker spot opened up in the sky. A greenish light sparkled out of it until the force pulling me sped up to a breakneck pace. The light became blinding, and I . . . I must have fainted.

The next thing I knew, I was in a tank. My body felt too heavy to move. There was a tickling sensation on my neck. Reaching out, I tried to touch the glass front of the tank but couldn’t reach it. When I cried out, bubbles floated uselessly out of my mouth. I wasn’t sure how long I was floating as I drifted in and out of consciousness.

Muffled chirping met my ears. I struggled to open my eyes, but the room was so damn bright.

Why . . . why do I smell cotton candy? Am I having a stroke? I thought that was burnt toast. Dammit. I knew I should have taken that CPR class. What smell meant you were having a stroke?

A sharp zap to my neck shocked me awake. Birds were chirping all around me. I struggled to get up. Something dug into my arms, so I thrashed. Strings lined with suction cups snapped off my arm with little pops. The birds’ chirping grew angrier as I pulled my other arm free. I blinked and looked around to see what looked like . . . owls?

“What the fuck?” I asked. Mutant-looking owls with large fluffy ears fluttered around me, chirping and fussing. Their feathers ranged in color from simple blacks and grays to the colorful blue and orange plumage you would normally find on a tropical bird. Which, frankly, is a wild range of colors for one species to have. I wonder if it’s gender-based.

Focus.

Macaw-like beaks took up a third of their face. Their flapping wings ended in tiny three-fingered hands. One of them was dressed in a white robe and it was trying to probe me with some horseshoe-looking gun thing.

I smacked it away from me and got to my feet. “One of you better start chirping in English,” I warned. Fear and rage caused the threat to come out in a stuttered shout.

The birds were unaffected.

Unfortunate.

I touched my neck, unsure if I’d truly died and gone to some bird hell. But all I felt was smooth skin. When I inspected my hand, not a drop of blood was found. I checked the other side; still nothing. “If I’m not dead, how am I healed?”

The room was lined with rows of cylindrical tanks filled with green liquid. I peered closer at their contents to see the face of a sleeping woman floating in the tank. Her round face looked serene. Long braids fanned out around her face. A few tapped their beaded ends against the glass. The hair rose on the back of my neck as I took in each tank, noting that every one of them held a person. I rubbed my eyes, trying to wake up from the nightmare. Yet when I looked around again, the pods and their occupants remained. Worse still, I noticed that all of them were women.

Reality sank to the pit of my stomach. I was on an alien spaceship. Those aliens only felt the need to capture women, and I’d just woken up on an operating table. If this wasn’t hell, it was about to be.

Screaming, I stumbled away from the nearest alien, then snatched a tray off the counter next to the table where I’d woken up. Glass vials and unsettling-looking tools crashed to the floor when I flung it at the nearest alien. Two slightly bigger Owlish came at me with what looked like cattle prods. I grabbed hold of one and kicked off its owner, then swung wildly at its partner. The bird’s squawk was cut short when my stick hit the side of its head, sending the creature flying back. Not knowing what else to do, I just swung at any of the little aliens that came within striking distance.

Farther into the room was a dome-like door leading to a hallway. I leapt over two of the Owlish, caught my foot on one, then tripped and fell on my ass. The fall knocked the stick out of my hand; it ricocheted off the ceiling and slammed into a glass case lining the wall. Blue goop spilled out all over my hair. It weighed down my wild red curls until they felt like rivers of slime. “No! No strange alien goop in my hair, dammit!” I wailed, scrambling back on my feet. “Fuck, my ass is gonna die. I’m so gonna die.”

One of the Owlish squawked like a penguin and stomped closer to me. I jumped up, shoving it aside before I sped down the hallway. My vision blurred, causing me to stumble against the wall. The slime dripping down my head grew hot, and the skin where it touched tingled. “Oh, gross. This better not be poison,” I said, wiping it away quickly.

I burst into the first room I encountered to see that it was full of bigger penguin-looking bird aliens and slammed the door shut. “Nope.”

I swore all the way down to the next room and locked myself behind the door. Then I looked around to see that I had made a poor, poor decision, as this room was full of so many more Owlish, some with the cattle prods, and, of course, the motherfucking lion.

My murderer was floating in a ray of light on a table, completely unaware of its surroundings. Flapping noises beat on the door at my back and the Owlish in the room began chattering angrily. Those with cattle prods advanced.

. . . Fuck this.

“You know what? If I have to die”—I raised a finger to all the bird fuckers in the room—“we’re all gonna die.” I grabbed the nearest Owlish and threw it at the others charging forward.

Excerpted from I Got Abducted by Aliens and Now I’m Trapped in a Rom-Com by Kimberly Lemming Copyright © 2025 by Kimberly Lemming. Excerpted by permission of Berkley. All rights reserved.