When you build your career by tearing down others, you are bound to make a few enemies. Suzanne Kidwell understands that, but she doesn’t care. The bigger the name and the more sensational the claims she can make against them the bigger the audience she will have. A large audience will lead to higher ratings for the cable news show Judgment Day with Suzanne Kidwell and that, Suzanne hopes, will lead to a spot on a national news show. She knows she has to step on a few toes to get ahead in this business. And Suzanne is more than OK with that.
What she is not OK with is being named a suspect in the death of her boyfriend and his secretary. Even worse is asking for help from the best private eye in the area—a man who happens to be the college boyfriend she betrayed.
In the suspenseful novel Judgment Day, Wanda L. Dyson creates a fast-paced thriller—complete with kidnapping, murder, and betrayal. The villain is dark and twisted, conceited and unafraid. It’s that lack of fear that makes this villain so dangerous to Suzanne and so entertaining to readers.
The one problem I had with this book is how easy it was to figure out who the villain was. Part of the fun of a suspense novel is figuring out who did it and why. A lot of that was taken away with what I felt was an early reveal of the main villain.
Still, the why was not as easy to figure out. There were a lot of layers to the motive, adding depth to the evilness of this particular villain.
This is the first book by Wanda L. Dyson that I have read. Overall, I found it to be very well-written and entertaining. I look forward to reading more of her work in the future.
Ever feel like there are not enough hours in the day to all that needs to be done? If you are a parent, an employer, an employee, a student, or even just a human, you probably feel that way at least once a week! Around here, that has been the norm for the summer.
In June, I had some unexpected surgery. Well, it was expected. Only it was expected to happen at the end of the summer. Knowing the surgery was coming, I had a list of things I planned to accomplish this summer. The biggest things on my list were outlining three novels that I have had in mind for some time now and organizing a clothing closet the women at my church are starting in August. Then my symptoms got worse and the surgery was moved up.
I was supposed to take six weeks off of work. Where the clothing closet was concerned, that made sense to me. I mean, my mid-section had just been cut open and a portion of my anatomy removed. Lifting boxes was not something that I wanted to do. But I thought that writing would be acceptable. It’s not a physically taxing thing. Mentally draining at times, perhaps. I understood my inability to write while I was taking the pain meds. Those things dulled the pain, but also made my brain feel rather fuzzy. I didn’t expect to be able to write much with my head feeling that way.
But even now, six weeks post-op and 4 weeks after I quite taking any pain meds, I am having trouble concentrating. Have I dulled it too much with the silly little Facebook games I’ve been playing? Are there really no more tales for me to tell, no more stories for me to write?