on October 4, 2016
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Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Suspense
Series: Corrupted Hearts #1
Source: ARC via publisher
Brilliant, quirky twenty-three-year-old China Mack is totally satisfied with her carefully ordered, data-driven life. A computer prodigy who landed a coveted programming job at the cutting-edge tech company Cysnet before even graduating from MIT, China is happiest when following her routine: shower before coffee, pizza only on Mondays, bedtime at ten thirty sharp.
But then things start to get a little…unpredictable.
First Jackson Cooper—Cysnet’s rich, gorgeous, genius CEO—assigns China to a dangerous and highly classified project for a government defense contractor. Her sixteen-year-old runaway niece suddenly arrives in town, begging to move in with China. And then there’s her sexy but oddly unsettling new neighbor, Clark…
Quickly the Cysnet assignment becomes disconcerting—and then downright scary—as key staffers turn up dead. China suspects she’s being followed and isn’t sure whom she can trust. For the first time ever, she’ll have to follow her instincts, rather than logic, if she’s going to survive.
Since I fell in love with the Kathleen Turner books a couple of years ago Tiffany Snow has been a go-to author. I read every new release and Follow Me is no exception. Ms. Snow is the queen of romantic suspense, in my opinion. No one writes it better than her.
One of the aspects I enjoyed most about this particular book is how different China (the heroine) is from Tiffany’s previous heroines from previous series. China is very young, super smart (we’re talking genius abilities), and totally embraces her nerdiness and obsession with fandom.
You know when you pick up one of Ms. Snow’s suspense novels you can count on a few things. The book is going to be sexy, it’s going to have twists, tons of action, and maybe a couple of different hot guy heroes to choose from. Follow Me delivers all of those. What was missing to me personally as the reader was a connection between China and Jackson or China and Clark. I wanted to feel something deep for one of both of those men, but I just didn’t. Hopefully as the series continues we’ll get to know Jackson and Clark better, and I’ll develop a connection with their characters.
Follow Me is a good book and I do recommend it to romance readers. I’m interested to continue the journey with all of the characters to see how they and the plot plays out.
Jackson looked quizzical for a moment, then turned and headed for his office. “Follow me,” he tossed over his shoulder, and I rushed to obey.
I felt eyes on me as I walked. Jackson usually only met with the managers, not the staff directly. I reported to a guy named Brad who happened to be on vacation this week. I supposed that was why I was heading into Jackson’s office instead of Brad. Whatever it was, it obviously couldn’t wait.
“Have a seat,” he said, gesturing to the seating arrangement in his office. His desk stood to one side, diagonal to the windows that lined the wall. A sofa and two chairs were arranged facing each other on the opposite side, which was where he’d pointed.
Sofa or chair . . . sofa or chair . . .
I stood in indecision, frantically going through the pros and cons of each seat inside my head. The chair would be good but it faces the windows and there’s a glare. I’ll be squinting. Sofa is better but what if he sits beside me, then I’ll be craning my neck to see him and my feet won’t touch the floor. The other chair is in a better location but it’s higher than the sofa and if he sits on the sofa then I’ll be above him and that may be insulting since technically I’m not “above” him—
“China,” he interrupted my train of thought, brushing past me and taking the chair I’d been leaning toward choosing. “Have a seat.”
That was a command. I could recognize the tone. So I plunked myself down in the nearest spot, which put me on the sofa. Except I’d misjudged the softness of the cushions and I sank, putting me even lower than I thought I’d be, as I faced him. I forced a smile.
Okay, that was something a teenager might say. Not a grown woman with degrees piled behind my name and several years of experience under my belt. My smile turned into a grimace. I started fiddling with my pen and shoved my glasses farther up my nose.
“Brad would usually be the one to hold this discussion,” he began, “but since he’s out of the office right now, I thought I’d handle it.”
My palms began to sweat and I went cold. This sounded like the beginning of a conversation I wasn’t going to like. I searched my brain, trying to think of what I could’ve done to bring about a disciplinary meeting with the CEO.
“If this is about that argument between me and Toby last week, then I want you to know it’s resolved. He dinged my Mustang and refused to admit it, but when I had the paint samples compared, they totally matched.”
Jackson gave me an odd look. Okay, that wasn’t it then.
“And I’m not the one who keeps stealing Janine’s Diet Coke from the fridge,” I blurted. “It’s Megan in accounting. I caught her but she swore me to secrecy because she saw me borrow one of Blake’s Kit Kat bars that he keeps in the freezer.” I took a breath. “Borrow’s not really the right word, I guess, since I ate it. But I did replace it the next day.” I grimaced. “And ate it again. But I really am going to bring him more. I swear.”
Still nothing. His eyes were a bit wider though. Surely that couldn’t be a good sign?
“And I’m not the one that keeps adding h-o-g to Liam’s nameplate.” The guy’s last name was Hedge. Really, he was just asking for that one.
I clamped my lips shut.
Jackson cleared his throat. “While I appreciate your willingness to, um, clear your conscience . . .” he paused, “none of those things are why I brought you in here.”
“Then why did you?”
“I was getting to that, before your impromptu confessional.”
Oh. I shut up again.
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