Sarah Madison is a veterinarian with a big dog, an even bigger horse, too many cats, and a very patient boyfriend. She is a terrible cook, and concedes that her life would be easier if Purina made People Chow. She writes because it is cheaper than therapy.
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond
Six months after starting their hunt for a serial killer who is still at large, FBI agents Jerry Lee Parker and John Flynn are partners in every sense. But Jerry has serious doubts about their relationship and whether they would even be together if not for the way Flynn changed after touching a mysterious artifact in a museum.Flynn hates the extraordinary power bestowed on him by the artifact and wants nothing more than to have a normal life again. Jerry fears that without the unusual connection they forged, Flynn will no longer want or need him. Chasing after a similar artifact takes them back to Flynn's old stomping grounds in Washington D.C., where his newfound abilities uncover long-buried secrets, the kind people would kill to protect. But they aren't the only ones looking for these powerful relics, and what they discover will threaten their relationship—and their lives.
My Rating: 4 of 5 Stars
Jerry and John have been together for six months and the honeymoon stage is over. They are harder at work now for their increasing success rating in solving cases. They live together, they love together, they work together. Partners in both private and work lives.
Things could be better.
No, the Grimm case is not getting solved, far from it. Instead, we have John Flynn adjusting to his telepathic abilities he accidentally gained after touching an 'alien' artifact. Jerry has gotten better at masking his thoughts from John and he is not so sure if that is a good thing. Not with the way John is acting at times.
Now they are on their way to Quantico, Jerry on leave and John for a meet up with his former boss. It is also the best time to go for another artifact shows up on the Internet and John is itching to get his hands on it. Maybe it could solve the mystery of his telepathic abilities? When they finally see it, a blast from the past intervenes and a high school reunion is just the tip of the iceberg.
Then Jerry touches the new artifact and things get a little switched up in many departments. The fun begins.
With the new developments in Jerry's and John's lives, their private romance is getting a kick and not in a good way. Threats unknown are coming in for the kill to get the new artifact, meeting old friends opens doors John never thought closed, and adjusting to the new life is not doing their sex life any good.
This was an awesome read but the BUTs are aplenty! This much reads like the first book, Unspeakable Words and a lot of stuff left unresolved in that first read are still unresolved. Thing is, this frustrates me, but in a great way. Instead of getting the I Give Up reaction, it just titillated my curiosity and made me even curiouser and wanting to get to know what happens next. Sarah Madison has just about perfected the art of cliffhanger endings and she practically excelled in this second book. In fact, I must say that this brought me to the edge. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
This turned out to be a buddy read as the first book is one of the faves of a good friend and we finished it about the same time too. The frustration levels reached when the ending was reached - I cannot even measure it!! Especially as the first book was released four years ago and I cannot wait that long. The longest wait I can do is 24 hours.
I (WE) NEED THAT THIRD BOOK!!!!!!
Note: This series best read in order of publication for continuity. Don't get lost! Pick up the first and find out why it is a favorite!
Jerry returned his attention to the tableau unfolding in the aisle. Flynn was making his way casually toward Jerry; he yawned, taking his time. 15-A hesitated; Jerry could see that he had stepped into the aisle, but was thinking of sitting back down again. Just then, the door to the toilet opened and the toddler came out into the aisle. Picking up on the air of tension, the child immediately started to wail.
15-A snapped like a wire stretched beyond its tensile strength. Whipping off his sunglasses, he reached into the pocket of his hoodie and pulled out a glass vial. Holding it up high over his head for everyone to see, he shouted, “Everybody stay where you are!”
People glanced up and turned around in their seats, startled and immediately alarmed. 15-A looked around sharply, making sure that no one was trying to rush him. Several people had started halfway up out of their seats to see what was going on; Jerry knew they were remembering United Flight 93.
15-a moved his hand in a broad semi-circle so that everyone could see the vial tucked in his palm. “I have Sarin!” he announced. “If anyone moves, I break the vial. Someone make that child shut up!”
Walk a Mile in my shoes?
I got asked the most fascinating question here today: have I ever walked a mile in someone else’s shoes? The answer surprised me a bit. My first thought was of those reality shows where they take people from two very different walks of life and make them switch homes for a month. I had to snort at the idea of anyone successfully managing my life, starting at daybreak with feeding the horde of animals, dashing off to work to put out fires at one clinic while managing a crisis at another. I tried to picture someone snarfing down Cheez Doodles and a bologna sandwich while answering client emails, and catching up on phone calls. Forcing themselves to take the exuberant dog for a walk at the end of a 12 hour workday because he’s a dog and he doesn’t get tired and besides, if you’re too tired today, then you are too tired every day and you made a commitment to this creature when you took him into your life.
I tried to picture someone doing what I did this morning, which was to put the showerhead in a jar of vinegar to soak the calcium deposits off of it, so that tomorrow’s shower would have a bit more force behind it than the average spray bottle used to mist plants. Or accidentally changing the language on Skype to something with a lot of K’s and Z’s just when you are expecting an important conference call, and not having any idea of how to change it back so that you can actually answer the call. Of someone continuing to ignore the fact that the floor in the laundry room noticeably sags when you walk across it, or contemplating while grocery shopping writing a short story titled “Breaking Point”, in which your favorite, indispensable character is forced to take a month-long vacation before he loses his mind.
I tried to picture someone taking over the feeding of the horses, of understanding that there is a specific order in which everything must be done to make things work smoothly. Horses are social creatures with a defined pecking order. Follow the routine, and moving these large animals in and out of their assigned feeding stations is a beautifully choreographed dance. Disrupt the routine, and you get pinned ears and hunched hindquarters, squeals and a hoof lashing out to kick whatever might be in its path.
I recently took a long weekend off to go visit friends. I had a great time—my first ‘vacation’ all year and my last break until sometime next summer. I had to call in so many favors (all of which have to be returned) and have been playing catch-up at work with extra hours and duties ever since. It almost makes me feel as though it isn’t worth going. The harness chafes all the more for having been taken off for a few days.
Which made me realize is that part of the reason I wrote Walk a Mile was because in many ways, John Flynn has the perfect life—at least in Jerry Parker’s eyes. He’s devilishly handsome, an amazing athlete, well-liked by his colleagues, coolly dedicated to his career, charming when he wants to be… in short, he’s everything Parker is not. We’ve been seeing Flynn through Parker’s eyes, and I wanted to change that up for both of them. I wanted Jerry to know what it was really like to live like Flynn, and learn the secrets Flynn shields from the rest of the world. I think on some level, I wanted to say, “He may make this look easy, but it’s not. It costs him in ways you can’t begin to conceive.”
I didn’t realize on some level, I was saying that about myself, too. I merely wanted to tell a story with a funny sort of twist to it. That’s one of the many things I love about writing, though. The way you end up holding a mirror to your life without realizing it.
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