Dirty Martini by JA Konrath
You know how I was saying that these books just keep getting better? Well, the hits keep on a-comin’. This was an awesome premise, and really put together wonderfully. Rusty Nail was good, but it did falter a bit in the story. But Dirty Martini was a smash bang hit.
Jack Daniels is back again, just as bad ass as ever. Instead of dealing with her mom in a coma, like the last book, now we have her boyfriend wanting to propose. Poor Latham. This guy’s gotten his ass kicked and almost chopped up into little Conger bits for his devotion to Jack. While this could easily be one of those throw away joke relationships, there merely to give the ol’ WAH-WAH horn to how hard it is to keep a mAY-ahn when your Jack, it’s played for wonderful effectiveness.
A bio-terrorist is poisoning the city, injecting fruits and meats and packaging with deadly toxins and essentially murdering hundreds of people for the ransom. It’s creepy and gruesome and fascinating. Again, the hand isn’t tipped too quickly and the twists are clever. It’s a much sadder book, with character potentially about to exit the story. But if you’re in the mood for murder with laughs, start in on the series. I was afraid it would be schlocky (I mean, the chick’s fucking name is Jack Daniels) but it turned out to be one of my favorite series. And there are two more coming out in quick succession: Fuzzy Navel later this year and one more for 2009, Cherry Bomb.
