The #1 New York Times bestselling and Edgar Award–winning authors are back with an electrifying new novel, starring Kendra Michaels, that will leave your heart racing.
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Kendra Michaels has no interest in helping the FBI with their head-scratcher of a new caseuntil she hears some disturbing details about the victim. The young woman died holding an envelope with Kendra’s name on itits only contents a flash drive with a seemingly innocuous video of an unfamiliar wedding reception. Formerly blind and now a hired gun for law enforcement agencies that rely on her razor-sharp powers of observation, Kendra has no clue why this woman died trying to get the information to her. And before they can answer that question, the bride from the video is abducted from her suburban home. Is Kendra the next victim?
And so the hunt is on for a killer whose nightmarish plan becomes painfully clearinvolving a powerful law firm, a multi-billion dollar corporation, and of course Kendra herself. As the body count rises, Kendra joins forces with private investigator Jessie Mercado and agent-for-hire Adam Lynch to put a stop to this plot as it grows ever closer to its terrifying conclusion.
In Double Blind, Iris and Roy Johansen deliver an emotional, gripping new entry in the bestselling Kendra Michaels series.
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About the Author
IRIS JOHANSEN is The New York Times bestselling author of No Easy Target, Night and Day, Hide Away, Shadow Play, Your Next Breath, The Perfect Witness, Live to See Tomorrow, Silencing Eve, Hunting Eve, Taking Eve, Sleep No More, What Doesn't Kill You, Bonnie, Quinn, Eve, and more.
ROY JOHANSEN is an Edgar Award winning author and the son of Iris Johansen. He has written many well-received mysteries, including Deadly Visions, Beyond Belief and The Answer Man.
Iris Johansen and Roy Johansen have together written Look Behind You, Night Watch, The Naked Eye, Sight Unseen, Close Your Eyes, Shadow Zone, Storm Cycle, and Silent Thunder.
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"I WANT TO BREAK BOTH WRISTS," Kendra Michaels said. "Can you teach me that?"
Adam Lynch smiled. "Yours or mine?"
"Yours, of course. Show me how."
They stood on mats spread out over a grassy patch of Sunset Cliffs Park, overlooking a particularly stunning view of the Pacific Ocean. It was always windy there, but the breeze had kicked up considerably in the past few minutes.
Kendra tugged at her worn T-shirt as she crouched into a defensive stance. "I'm serious. I saw it on YouTube. An Israeli military guy demonstrated how to disarm an attacker and break both of his wrists."
Lynch laughed. "YouTube, huh? What do you need me for?"
"I'm beginning to ask myself just that question. You've shown me a few things, but now it's time to get serious. You said you'd teach me how to defend myself."
"Defend yourself, yes. I didn't promise to turn you into a killing machine."
Kendra half smiled. "Then what good are you?"
"I've been attempting to demonstrate that to you for a long time." He flashed that movie-star smile. "Oh, you mean in the more deadly arts that aren't nearly as much fun. Here's the best advice I can give: Once you disarm your attacker, your best defense is to just get the hell away."
"It'll be easier to get away if my attacker is howling in pain and nursing a pair of broken wrists."
"I can't argue with that. But you need to walk before you can run, okay?" Lynch raised a small piece of wood. "Pretend this is a knife, and —"
"Pretty sorry excuse for a knife."
"Pretend, okay? The first thing you need to do is —?"
In a lightning-fast motion, Kendra gripped his wrists, ducked, and spun around. She bent forward, using Lynch's weight against him.
"Oww!" Lynch yelled.
"See?" She still gripped his wrists over her shoulders. "If I had just thrown myself a little more forward, your wrists would now be toast."
From behind, he gently rested his chin on her right shoulder. "And that might have worked on some people."
"You're saying it wouldn't have worked on you?"
He quickly closed his right arm, snapping it across her throat. "I could have broken your neck before you even finished turning around. Or, if I wanted, I could now be cutting off your oxygen in a nasty choke hold." He leaned close and whispered into her ear. "Today's lesson — don't trust your life to YouTube."
She fought to free herself, but he held firm.
He chuckled. "Don't get discouraged. Your move probably would have worked on a common street thug."
"You're a pretty common thug yourself."
He laughed, his breath feeling warm in her ear.
"Are you quite finished?" she asked.
"Not in the slightest." He slid his other arm across her torso. "You're the one who put us into this rather pleasurable position."
"And now I'm trying to get out of it."
"You're not trying very hard."
"Don't flatter yourself."
"I've missed you, Kendra. I'm glad you called."
She found herself relaxing against him. Not a good idea. She could feel his hardness, his warmth, could breathe in the scent of him. She forced herself to stiffen again. "Yeah?"
"How very noncommittal of you."
"I called because you've been promising to show me a few things."
"Oh, I will." He pulled her even closer. "If only you'll let me."
She snorted. "I walked right into that one."
He released his hold and gently turned her around. "You don't think it would be amazing?"
She was about to make another crack, but she stopped herself. It would be amazing. She'd known Adam Lynch for over two years, and they'd faced scores of life-and-death situations together, seen each other at their best and worst. But in the past few months, she found herself thinking about him more and more in that way. There had been moments that had verged on explosive when she had wanted only one thing from him. She had been so close ... What was stopping her?
"What's holding you back?" he whispered, as if reading her mind.
She looked away. "You're ... complicated."
"In some ways. And so are you. But there's nothing complicated about the way I feel about you. That's extremely simple."
"Ha. There's nothing simple about you."
"Stop pretending that's a minus and not a plus."
She moistened her lips. "Look, you promised to show me some self- defense techniques and I just took you up on it."
"Liar. Metcalf or any of your other FBI buddies would have been happy to teach you whatever you wanted to know. And yet you called me."
"I thought I'd feel more comfortable with you. I'm now starting to seriously doubt my judgment on that count."
"I think you were bored. Maybe you thought that it was time to forget about comfort." He chuckled as he strolled over to her backpack and got them each a bottle of water. "Because you knew exactly what you were going to get from me, Kendra. I've been more patient than you've ever known me to be. Both of us had some healing to do after that last case we worked together. But I regard this summons as very promising. You must have missed me." He took a swallow of water. "Think about it."
"I'm thinking that I haven't missed either your arrogance or your ego," she said dryly.
He threw back his head and laughed. "Okay, maybe it wasn't an excuse. So why the sudden interest in breaking men's bones?" His smile faded. "Has something made you particularly afraid?"
Lord, now he was getting protective. "No. And for the record, it's not just men's bones. I'm entirely open to breaking women's bones if the occasion demands it."
"I stand corrected. Why?" Kendra took a swallow from her bottle and turned toward the ocean where whitecaps collided with the rocky coastline. "By my best estimate, I've come close to being murdered twenty-six times in the last few years."
"Hmm. Interesting. Twenty-six times."
"Yes. That may be a typical Tuesday for you, but I'm a music therapist. I didn't sign up for this."
"You are having a bad day, aren't you? You're more than a music therapist. You catch killers on a fairly routine basis. That puts you in a special category."
She grimaced. "Lunatic?"
He shook his head. "No, someone who can't just stand by and watch while people are being hurt. And you have as much a gift for it as you do for music therapy. Maybe more. So suck it up and accept it."
"Your sympathy is incredibly touching."
He grinned. "You don't want my sympathy. You'd punish me if you thought I was offering it. But we've known each other long enough for you to admit that I do understand you." He shrugged. "Look, you were born blind and spent the first twenty years of your life in the dark before you got your sight. That's amazing. But you know what? If you'd never gotten that surgical procedure, you'd still be an amazing person. You made the best of what you had. You adapted. You used your other senses — your hearing, touch, sense of smell, all of them — to pick up things the rest of us ignore."
"All blind people do that."
"True. But now that you have your sight, you also apply that same level of concentration on things you see."
"Like I've told you, after being in the dark for so long, I can't take things I see for granted. I don't see how anyone can."
"Well, all these things combine to make you an incredible investigator. You walk onto a crime scene and detect things no other cop could dream of picking up. It's no wonder the police and FBI are always fighting over you."
"Not really. And as much as you claim to be bothered by these cases, the intrusion on your life and your practice, you could always say no."
"I have, many times."
"But there have also been many times when you've said yes."
"Hence the twenty-six attempts on my life."
Lynch shrugged. "You do it because innocent people will die if you don't. That makes you a very special person."
"You do it."
"I used to do it. These days I'm well paid to do a variety of things, and a scant few of my activities involve saving lives."
Kendra turned to look at him. "Probably because those variety of things fall into an entirely different and lethal category." Lynch had been an FBI agent, but he now worked freelance for whatever government agency was willing to pay for his services. He rarely talked specifics about his assignments, and she knew better than to try and press him for details.
Lynch flashed his high-wattage smile at her again. "This is a long way of saying that I'm glad you're thinking more about defending yourself. For one thing, I want you to be safe. But it also means that you've reached some measure of peace about helping in these investigations. You're obviously thinking about doing more in the future?" "Not necessarily. Maybe. But when I do, I want to be better prepared for whatever comes my way."
"Have you thought about carrying a gun?" he asked quietly. "I have an excellent supplier who —" "I'm sure you do, but I don't want a gun."
"You just want to crunch bones."
His blue eyes were suddenly glinting with mischief. "Okay, I can help you with that. Crunching bones is one of my specialties."
She had no intention of asking about any of his other "specialties." "Thanks."
Lynch nodded. "Have you ever thought about a more formal arrangement with the FBI?"
She smiled. "Like being on retainer?"
Her eyes narrowed on him. "Surely you don't mean actually joining up?"
"They'd love to have you."
She couldn't believe it. "Quantico, a cubicle at the regional office, the whole bit?"
"Yep." His lips were turning up at the corners. "FBI Special Agent Kendra Michaels. It has a certain ring to it, doesn't it? I knew you'd particularly like the idea of the cubicle. Griffin asked if I'd float it out to you. I told him he was crazy."
"He should have listened. Why didn't he talk to me about this himself?"
He said, deadpan, "For some reason, he thought I might want to flex my considerable powers of persuasion over you."
She burst out laughing.
Lynch nodded. "Exactly the reaction I thought you'd have. First of all, despite my reputation for bending people to my will —"
"They don't call you The Puppetmaster for nothing."
"I still hate that nickname."
"Too bad. Please continue."
"Griffin should know you're fairly unpersuadable by me or anyone else. And even if I could talk you into such a thing, why would I, when I couldn't wait to get free of the FBI's clutches myself?"
"I already have a career."
"I told him that. He thought maybe you could continue doing it on the side."
"Like a hobby?" Kendra cursed under her breath. "Music therapy may not seem like a real job to some people, but I'm a scientist. Research studies, control groups, double-blind experiments ... I get results and I can prove it."
"I know that, Kendra. And so does Griffin."
"And I help people."
"Again, you're preaching to the converted. I've seen what you're able to do for your clients."
She took a few deep breaths. She was attacking the wrong person. She knew she had Lynch's respect. But her anger had just overflowed. Just relax. "If this subject comes up again, tell Griffin I said to go to hell."
"Not necessary." Lynch was gazing beyond her shoulder and he nodded behind her. "Tell him yourself."
Kendra turned to see FBI Agent in Charge Michael Griffin walking toward them on the path from Ladera Street. He was with another agent, Roland Metcalf.
She turned back to Lynch. "You've got to be kidding. You told him we were coming up here?"
"No." Lynch looked totally mystified. "You didn't tell him?"
Kendra turned back to watch the two FBI agents, dressed in their dark suits. They looked ridiculously out of place at this oceanside recreation spot.
She called out as soon as they were within earshot. "Not interested in your job, Griffin. May as well go home."
Michael Griffin wrinkled his brow. He was a slender man with hair that was now almost entirely silver. He headed the FBI San Diego regional office and he seemed to earn the respect of his colleagues even as he annoyed the hell out of Kendra.
Griffin glanced at Lynch, then back to her. "Oh. Guess you won't be getting fitted for that windbreaker."
"Afraid not. Pity."
"But that's not why I'm here. There's something else I need to talk to you about."
"A case?" She stiffened. "No way. I'm extremely busy right now. I have a heavy client list, I have to present a paper in Denmark next month, and —"
"This isn't just any case, Kendra," Roland Metcalf said. He was a tall, attractive agent in his late twenties. Lynch insisted he had a crush on Kendra, and she'd only recently admitted it was probably true. "You'll want to see this."
She shook her head. "I seriously doubt that."
Lynch broke in. "Before you say one more word, I'd like to know how you knew you'd find her here. You didn't, by any chance, pull a warrantless trace on her mobile phone, did you?"
Griffin glared at him. "No. But interesting that was your immediate go-to. Maybe because it's what you would have done?"
Lynch didn't reply.
Kendra glanced impatiently from one to the other. "Never mind Lynch. We all know what intrusive and appalling things he's capable of."
"Thanks for the support," Lynch said dryly.
"So out with it," Kendra said. She didn't like the possibility Lynch had brought up. "How did you know?"
"We tried to call first," Metcalf said. "I guess that's your phone over there by the mat?"
"The one that's powered off? Yeah, that's mine."
"Then we went to your condo and you weren't there. But I just happen to know that your best friend lives one floor down from you, so I paid her a visit."
Kendra mock-slapped her forehead. "Olivia ... I told her I was coming here."
"And she told me." Metcalf grinned. "None of that fancy electronic snoop stuff for me. Hey, I'm a Federal agent. I know how to do things."
"Yeah, I guess you do," Kendra said absently. She was looking Metcalf and Griffin up and down. "So who was she?"
"Who?" Griffin said.
"Well, I'm not talking about Olivia. The murder victim in the case you're investigating. It was a woman, wasn't it?"
The two men nodded.
"Then let's get this over with, Griffin. You got a call in the middle of the night, probably from San Diego PD. Fortunately, your wife wasn't disturbed because she wasn't with you. Not having trouble again at home, I hope?"
Griffin's forehead creased in annoyance. "Were you this big a pain in the ass when you were blind?"
"Oh, you have no idea."
"Wrong. I have a very good idea. For the record, there's no trouble at home," Griffin said. "My wife has been up in Portland for the past couple of weeks caring for her mother. Okay?"
"Let her continue." Lynch was smiling slyly at both Kendra's demonstration and Griffin's unease. "I love this part."
"I'm not here to entertain you, Lynch." She continued to study Griffin and Metcalf. "After you got the call, Griffin, you could have tasked it out to Metcalf or dozens of other agents at your disposal. But something about this case made you get out of bed and go to the scene yourself. You don't generally subject yourself to that kind of punishment. One of the perks of being boss."
"Sometimes being boss isn't all it's cracked up to be."
"This was obviously one of those times," Kendra replied. "The murder was in the city. The body was outdoors on the street. The police left her out there for quite a while longer than usual. Maybe waiting for you? But not only for you. You decided to call Metcalf to join you. He arrived not long after you did and spent even more time inspecting the corpse than you did."
Metcalf smiled. He was obviously enjoying her riff, but Griffin still seemed mildly annoyed.
Kendra studied Metcalf for a moment longer. "So you had to get up in the middle of the night, too. But you weren't alone. Overnight female companionship obviously isn't a problem for you, is it, Metcalf?"
"Shit." He grimaced. "Now I'm in for it?"
"I don't see why not. I hope you know her well, 'cause it's kind of awkward to leave a stranger alone in your house."
Metcalf smiled sheepishly. "I know her ... pretty well."
"I think you're safe. I'd say she makes more than you do."
"Right again. She's a software engineer."
Lynch patted him on the shoulder. "As long as it's not another FBI agent. That didn't work out too well for you last time, did it?"
The smile instantly disappeared from Metcalf's face. "Uh, can we move on? Please?"
Kendra smiled. "Sure, Metcalf. But there's one thing I can't figure out ... Why are you coming to me with this case? You usually wait days or even weeks before you decide you want my help. It's only been hours."
"It wasn't our idea," Griffin said sourly.
Kendra frowned. "Then whose idea was it?"(Continues…)
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Held me until the end
The Johanson team knows how to tell a good story--recommend the book with no reservations!
Can’t wait for the next adventure for Kendra and Lynch
Great read lots of twists and turns couldn’t put it down.
Exciting, nail biting, fast paced, definitely gets your adrenaline running for a multitude of reasons
As always, good reading from start to finish.
Oh my… another winner from Iris Johansen and Roy Johansen. I started the Kendra Michaels series about 2 books back and have not been able to pass up reading them. They are books that I know will entertain, keep my attention, and make me think while reading them. With Double Blind we find Kendra pulled into another FBI investigation where someone is targeting guests at a wedding. A video of the wedding is given to Kendra and that is her only clue to start the investigation. While it was never really shared how Kendra had anything to do with the wedding, I came to the conclusion that her reputation was the reason that she was given the video with the assumption that her amazing skills to solve crimes would be put to use. Of course, this is exactly what Kendra does. The crime part was interesting and I can easily see how it will feed into future books in this series but what I really enjoyed was the relationship between Kendra and Lynch. They circled each other, pushed each other, and never really confessed their feelings. I feel like they trust and like each other a lot but they don’t know how to open their hearts and lives to allow them to accept each other in their everyday lives. Double Blind’s ending set it up for there to be much more to come for these wonderful characters and I am excited to see where it will lead.
Can't wait for next
Kendra Michaels was blind from birth. Until she wasn’t; due to a rare, successful stem cell surgery. While she was blind, her determined, brilliant mother decided that Kendra was going to grow up to extraordinary. Kendra thought this was a fine idea, and in furtherance of this goal developed her other senses to an almost otherworldly degree. Even when Kendra gained her sight, she still honed this talent of noticing what most of us have always missed. This ability did not go unnoticed by the FBI, and they have often made use of her talents. As Kendra remarks upon during a self-defense lesson with Adam Lynch, there have been 26 attempts on her life; which might be a record for a well known musical therapist working with autistic kids. Not surprisingly, Kendra is not always pleased to be drawn into their cases as a consultant. Luckily she always has Lynch, the man called upon by governments or their agencies for special jobs. Lynch is almost always at Kendra’s side or at her back when she is consulting. Special Agent in Charge of the San Diego office FBI office, Michael Griffin personally recruits Kendra into an hours old case. A woman has purposely run into traffic and been killed a few blocks from Kendra’s home. The police have found an envelope containing a memory stick with Kendra’s name on it. (This would really by the only reason the FBI would be called to a murder scene, unless it was a known a known part of a series. You are welcome). The memory stick contains a video of a lovely wedding reception. Nothing overtly remarkable about the video, until members of the wedding party begin to disappear. Kendra and best friend Olivia use their skills to unravel and try to stop the upcoming deaths the video portends. Adam Lynch and Jessie Mercado, a private detective and friend to Kendra, are also determined to stay involved with Kendra’s case when they discover the presence of a quasi-government security agency. Both Mercado and Lynch have experiences with this company. Kendra and Olivia are intriguing, strong women. They are super-women of the realistic kind, not the comic book variety. They live their lives to the fullest, and show extraordinary skill, grace and determination. Double Blind is darker than previous books in the series. Stretched to her limits by heartbreak, Kendra is forced to understand she can’t always protect her loved ones, a circle wider than previously she previously admits. Pacing and a plot that makes the book hard to put down, Double Blind is a terrific addition to the Kendra Michael series. I always suggest reading an entire series so as not to miss out, but its fine to start with this one because of the stellar summation in my first two paragraphs. Thank you to NetGalley for an ARC in exchange for a fair and honest review.
Amateurish dialog and unreal plots. I feel ripped off!
If you are a fan of Iris Johansen, you will enjoy this story. If you have read any of the Kendra Michaels books, this is another suspenseful story involving her well-honed senses that she developed while she was blind and trained after her successful stem cell surgery. There is not as much of her life dealing with music therapy in this book, which I missed. Once again, Michael Griffin, Special Agent in charge of the San Diego FBI office, draws Kendra into a case involving dead and missing women. A woman has purposely run into traffic and been killed a few blocks from Kendra’s home. The police have found an envelope containing a memory stick with Kendra’s name on it. Luckily she has Lynch, the man called upon by governments or their agencies for special jobs. Lynch stays at Kendra’s side while she is consulting on this case. As usual, she becomes a target from the psychopath that she and the FBI are trying to find. Jessie Mercado, a private detective and friend to Kendra, also makes an appearance to help Kendra with some surveillance. Olivia, Kendra's best friend is also important to the story in both the hero and victim role. The women in this story are strong, smart, have amazing skills, are determined and close to fearless. They are also loyal to one another and their true friends. The pacing and plot kept me turning the pages to see what was going to happen next. I am finding that these books are still enjoyable, but not necessarily as heart pounding as they were when I started reading them. The writing and story are still good, it is my interest that is waning somewhat. This is a series that does not have to be read in order, but as characters have been added to it, it will help you understand about the relationships if you do. The publisher, St. Martin's Press, provided me with a copy of this book to read. The opinions stated are my own.
The story was a page Turner. I love Kendra Ana lynch ' relationship.
Double Blind – Iris Johansen & Roy Johansen I was fortunate to receive this novel from Netgalley.com as an Advance Reader Copy, in exchange for an objective review. Kendra Michaels is a music therapist with a special gift for sensing things that others cannot. Born blind, she honed her other senses as a child, before a miraculous stem cell treatment restored her sight. As a result, her special abilities are frequently called upon by the FBI. Adam Lynch is a former FBI operative, who now freelances wherever needed. He and Kendra have a mutual respect – and something more – that Kendra declines to examine too closely. Kendra calls upon him frequently to hone her self defense skills. They are working on such, as the novel opens. Meanwhile, a young woman with a gunshot wound is fleeing her killer, desperate to get an envelope to Kendra. She bursts out of an alley, and into a city street where she is struck by a vehicle and killed. The police find the envelope addressed to Kendra, but Kendra is mystified. She did not know the woman, and the enclosed flash drive holds only the video of a wedding reception, for a couple that Kendra has never met. Intrigued by the situation, both Kendra and Adam begin to investigate. Then the bride of the video is seemingly kidnapped from her home, and a quest for answers leads to a near death experience for both Kendra and Adam. As they race to find answers, they find themselves pitted against a powerful organization that seemingly will stop at nothing to keep some secrets buried… This book takes off like a runaway train and doesn’t stop until you turn the last page! Strong heroic characters, relentless action, and enough sexual tension to keep you coming back for more! I can’ wait for the next installment of the Kendra Michaels series!! A great read!!
Cant wait for this one to continue!!!!
A poor attempt at clever banter. The book is made up of mostly dialogue that is attempting to be witty. However, it falls short and winds up being worn and tired . More attention should have been given to the plot and moved that along. Would not recommend.
This book had such elementary dialogue and such an absurd rushed storyline it was difficult to finish reading it. Do not recommend.
Great as always!
With words from the killer “remember I know you better than you know yourself” Kendra sounds like an ordinary person with an unusual job. Doing music therapy, and double blind experiments, she helps people and gets results. Griffen with the FBI Is trying to recruit her, meanwhile, a case with her name on it. Kendra didn’t know her, though envelope had her name on it. Great start to this story, you have the players, you have the name of the corpse, now we want to know why. Her name was Elena, she ran into traffic, as a bullet entered her chest. You are captured, by another book in this series. Good flowing plot, and one loves the characters. Given ARC by Net Galley and St Martin publishers
Engaging, fast-paced action and suspense… This is the sixth book in the Kendra Michaels series that can be read as a stand-alone. No matter how hard Kendra Michaels endeavors to stay away from assisting in criminal investigations for the FBI and other law enforcement agencies she still gets drawn in, her inquisitive intelligence and the unique abilities she retained after gaining sight years ago make her especially effective at solving complex cases. She deserves the reputation she’s garnered. When a woman she doesn’t know is killed, on her person was a video of a wedding reception and a note leading to Kendra and she’s obligated to view it. Though she doesn’t fathom what the video was supposed to tell her, Kendra feels empathy for the victim who reached out to her and that has her wanting to solve the woman’s murder and those that follow. Having built her own resources outside of the FBI, Kendra’s supported by the private investigator Jesse Mercado and the man known as the puppet master, Adam Lynch, who freelances for the government and countries that need his special talents and a man who she has conflicted feelings about. They are two bad-ass individuals who have no qualms doing what needs to be done and more importantly are trusted. Kendra will need their assistance as she mentally combats a rogue psychopath who knows of her successes and has planned for dealing with her once she becomes involved, he knows the ways to torment her and won’t hesitate to use them. This was engaging, fast-paced action and suspense with intriguing characters, an intricate mystery and a nefarious villain protected by greedy individuals wanting to cover their backs. The relationship between Kendra and Lynch attains new heights and added complications. In this series, the characters constantly evolve as events lead them to epiphanies that stretch their boundaries. The ending surprisingly and nicely sets the stage for the next book. An advanced reading copy was obtained from the publisher via NetGalley. 4.5 stars
Excellent. Now I’m hanging on for the next installment in Kenna and Lynch’s life!
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