Author: Olivia Hill
Rating: 5 stars
Provided by Publisher
Blurb: Murderous intent is no match for killer intellect accessorized with stiletto heels.A Felicia Swift Mystery, Book 1If there’s one thing Felicia Swift likes more than sex, it’s books. But her dream job at the Library of Congress takes a macabre turn when she finds a linguistics specialist lying dead between his least favorite subjects: Astronomy and Astrophysics.Worse, the utterly sexy detective seems to have his eyes on Felicia’s curves more than the evidence, which she is convinced points at the wrong man. And she plans to convince him of just that—right after he buys her an apple martini.Mark Rizzo plans to wrap up this investigation as quickly as possible. Until he realizes the witness isn’t some dumpy, wizened librarian, but a researcher with endless legs, bottomless intellect, and a bulldog determination to complicate this open-and-shut case all to hell.As Felicia and Rizzo dig closer to the truth, the real culprit gets jittery enough to try something desperate. Leaving Felicia to wonder if their investigation will lead them down the aisle of no return.
Warning: Contains a jaded detective with more scuffs, scrapes, and scars than a well-loved pair of Timberlands. Plus a more fashion-forward (and probably better smelling) sleuth than Sherlock Holmes who’s as picky about her lovers as she is about her shoes—and make no mistake, she’s had plenty of both.
Review: What a great mystery with a wonderful character for the enterprising detective! I really enjoyed this erudite yet spicy lady, Felicity Swift, with her Mensa IQ and her OCD and the past that we didn’t learn about…yet. What a witty and intriguing voice to enter the mystery stream. I, for one, can’t wait for book #2!
The Library of Congress is not known for its good looking librarians, but Dr. Swift is obviously an anomaly. When she survived the body of one of her favorite research partners, Dr. Dresden, crumpled in what she, at first, thought was a pile of clothes, she was horrified when she realized he was dead. When the detective in the case, Mark Rizzo, seems likely to pin it down to an accidental, natural death, Felicity balks. There’s just something off about it, but she just can’t decide what. And that’s when the research part of her research librarian title kicks in, as well as her background in forensic anthropology.
Mark Rizzo’s got more in his plate than he knows what to do with. He doesn’t want to agree with Dr. Swift, but there is something hinky about Dr. Dresden’s death. Letting her investigate it? Hell, no!
Fighting their attraction for each other while fighting about investigating gets them hot and bothered, but then another victim turns up. Maybe her idea isn’t so far-fetched after all?
And since Felicity’s been investigating, is she the new target?
Great new read with a wonderfully described Washington with all its gloss and glitter, hot sex, and two damaged people that might just be good for each other. Thanks, can’t wait for the next one!