Book Review: Special Agent Rylee by Mimi Barbour
- Kristen Lewendon
- Jul 28, 2019
- 2 min read
Undercover FBI Book 7
Rylee couldn’t believe her rotten luck…
Being chosen as one of the agents to play bodyguard to a spoiled billionaire while sailing on a Caribbean cruise depresses her... a lot. The dude – so important to the government that they’re willing to provide the best to protect him – won’t even know they’re in place. The big question – why her? She prefers work that matters, the dirty jobs, on the streets, in the trenches, and her boss knows it. Keeping Mr. Fancy Pants out of the clutches of a worshipping stalker, mercenaries and a man out to seek revenge for an old injustice just annoys her.
Not excited about his pending cruise, before boarding the ship, Jake Andrews sees an enticing woman on the pier and decides it might not be so bad after all. Becoming landlord to two stowaways – one being a tiny kitten – isn’t at all in his plans for this vacation either. His goal is to finish his phone app for the Pentagon, have a good long rest to heal from recent stress and take a break from being threatened, stalked and attacked.
But if he can spend some of the voyage romancing this chick, that might add enough spice to his days… and nights for the trip to prove eventful.
Surprise!
Eventful doesn’t even come close…
My Review:
I’m really on the fence about this one. There were parts of this story that I really enjoyed; Miguel and his family, the kitten, Rylee’s banter with Carl, and even most things that Jake does. But overall, the plot feels more like a Mr. Bean spy movie than the romantic suspense of any of the previous books in the series. (And I’m not talking about Johnny English, I’m talking about Mr. Bean as a spy.) I’m learning to overlook a lot in terms of spelling and grammatical mistakes, but continuity errors will pull me out of a story every time. When the leading characters are suddenly concerned with the whereabouts of a villain that’s already in custody, I’m left wondering what I missed. And I see the author has returned to her inability to call eyes “eyes”. I mean “pleaders”? Why? There are a lot of tasteful ways to say the kid was begging with his eyes that wouldn’t have left me with a headache from rolling mine so hard. If you’re looking for something that’s completely over-the-top and more than a little ridiculous, this could be the book for you. I was looking for a bit more realism. I received a complimentary copy of this book through Hidden Gems.
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