I think K.A. Tucker is just an author I'm not going to get on with. I didn't HATE this book, but I didn't like much about it either.

First, I don't think this is well-written. It felt clumsy and obvious. The character who our character thinks is the bad guy...turns out to be the bad guy. Dun, Dun, DUUUUUUN.
Yes, we are supposed to think that she is barking up the wrong tree, and for a moment it looked like the crime was going to be pinned on the second most suspicious character in the book, but then we get another reversal and it actually was the guy she suspected all along.

I wish this had been more about the twin statue and less about the fact that our main character was an escort. The 'He' in her writing could have been talking about the statue and I think the book could've been stronger for it. Like, she thought finding the priceless statue would be her salvation, but something happened and it instead became her ruin. I don't know, it's an idea.

It felt as though this book didn't know what it wanted to be. Whenever I've heard this book described, it's as a romance/suspense. That would be inaccurate. There is no real romance in this book, because both of the sex partners she has during the book are scumbags. That's not romantic. Now, I could see the label of 'erotic suspense' possibly, but don't go into this book looking for a HEA.

I thought Maggie was ridiculous. She made some truly bizarre decisions, and would come to conclusions that weren't at all obvious, even when they would turn out to be true. Like, she would see something and just assume one thing or another for no real reason.

I also didn't like the way she talked/thought about Celine. There was such an emphasis on the fact that Celine was a sex worker and it was all as if she was lesser than because of it. Meanwhile, Maggie is having sexual encounters with two men in the course of a two-day span. But it's okay because she's got a 'one cock a day' policy.

By the way, her sexual encounter with Jace in the elevator was fucking stupid and honestly, I can't think of anything less sexy than having a panic attack. There is no way when I am in the middle of an anxiety attack that I could even think about anything to do with sex. When that scene first started, I liked how she called him out over his 'just calm down' comments, but then she flips on a dime and they're having sex in the elevator. What in the actual hell?!

Circling back to the reveal that the guy she originally thought might have killed Celine WAS actually the killer, it just felt to me like the author maybe didn't know how to end the book and thought that making the red herring actually the killer was some stroke of writing genius. Really, it felt lazy to me. And then the explanation of it all was such a convoluted, info-dumpy mess. I just wanted the book to be over by that point, and the part was almost entirely unnecessary for me.

I don't plan on picking up anything else from this author. I've read two of her books and DNF'd a third, and I think I'm done.