Is her grandmother guilty of murder?
Kyara finds herself pulled into the past needing to solve a 30-year-old crime to determine if it has anything to do with her mom’s recent attack. Kyara is desperately trying to find the one woman who just might have answers – her convicted and recently released from jail, grandmother. She is elusive but seems to be leading Kyara on a path to right some wrongs. Those responsible though, will go to any lengths to keep their secret buried and silence those who know anything. Kyara finds herself locked in a battle but she’s just not sure who really is the enemy. Is Ryan, who’s not who he says he is, there to help her or to stop her at all costs?
Time is of the essence as the golf course that looks pristine and beautiful… is also deadly.
The opening of the story grabbed my attention right away.
I mean with a line like this:
“It hadn’t really concerned her that she’d gone to prison because she had in fact killed a man just not the one they sentenced her for.”
I couldn’t help but want to find out the reason why she did that.
Even though Elizabeth or Getty as she’s called in the book, was not the main character in the story, she played a pivotal role in how the story plays out. I have to say that she was my favorite. A badass Grandmother, ready to kick anyone’s ass, especially if they come after her family. It certainly was interesting when her POVs came up. I was looking forward to those.
Kyara might lack the passion, but her more down to earth persona makes her vulnerable to attacks and threats. Her curious nature tended to get her in trouble and the majority of the story is following her in quest to unravel secrets about her family and a certain golf course where underhanded dealings where secrets are kept. She does have some guilt as well. Her feeling of not being the perfect daughter, makes her come to terms with how she interprets her own past.
There are a lot of feelings and emotions wrought in this story and the family drama becomes more deadly as it unfolds. I loved the suspense and the action. The only thing I found fault with was the lack of romance. It was a little unbelievable that Kyara and Ryan suddenly had attraction for each other towards the end. It didn’t seem like there was anything like that when they first met. It just seemed rushed to me. But other than that, it was an enjoyable story with interesting characters and drama.
*I received a copy in exchange for an honest review.*
“How exactly do you know my mom?”
“We used to be good friends.”
The tone he used gave her the impression that he was talking about something a lot more intimate. Maybe he knew more about what had happened. About to step back and ask him in, her cell phone rang. Pulling it out, she checked the phone number.
“I have to take this.” She closed the door but not before seeing his surprised awkward look, the one where the person really wants to say something but doesn’t know what. The little niggling of guilt, that was her mother’s voice telling her how rude that was, reared its head. She took a deep breath and answered her phone.
“Miss Wilson. Your mom seems to be coming around.”
“Don’t let anyone near her until I get there.” She yanked open the door, almost careening into the man who had the nicest blue eyes she’d ever seen. “I’m sorry. Give me your phone number and I’ll pass it on to my mom.”
He rattled off some numbers that she quickly entered into her cell phone. “I’m only in town for a few hours, I had a layover on my flight so thought I’d stop by. I was hoping–”
“Sorry. The best I can do is pass on your information. I’m sure Mom will call as soon as she gets a chance.” She wasn’t about to tell a complete stranger her mom was in the hospital. She pad-locked the front door and scooted down the driveway to her car. Jumping in, she started it and was about to drive off when she realized the man hadn’t moved. She stuck her head out her window.
Before she could say anything, he asked, “Is everything all right?”
“No. But then that’s none of your business. How long have you known my mom?”
“Forty-nine years, give or take a few.” He smiled.
“Damn.” She wished she had time to talk to him but wanted to get to her mom’s side. She stomped on the gas and took off, spitting gravel behind her.