Title: Deadly Currents
Price: $0.99
Author: Beth Groundwater (A Real Basket Case, To Hell in a Handbasket)
Publisher: Midnight Ink
Genre: Fiction – Mystery
Publisher’s Summary:
The Arkansas River is the heart and soul of Salida, Colorado. It fuels the small town’s economy and thrums in the blood of twenty-seven-year-old Mandy Tanner, a river ranger. When a whitewater rafting accident occurs, she deftly executes a rescue, but a man dies anyway. But it wasn’t the river rapids that killed him, it was poison. Tom King was a rich land developer with bitter business rivals, who cheated on his wife, refused to support his kayak-obsessed son, and infuriated environmentalists. Mandy cooperates with the local sheriff’s department to solve the murder. But little does she know how greatly the case will affect those she loves, including her beloved Uncle Bill—the respected owner of an outfitting business, out of whose raft Tom King fell. She goes on an emotionally turbulent quest for the truth—and ends up in dangerous waters.
She is soon torn between two men, each drawing her to one extreme. One is a charismatic and passionate political activist determined to win Irish independence from Great Britain at any cost, who appeals to her warrior’s soul. The other is the wealthy and handsome black sheep of the pacifist family who owns the mill where she works, and whose persistent attention becomes impossible for her to ignore.
Conclusion: Not Buying
I really don’t get the rule that says that genre mystery novels should strive for crappy puns for their titles; the sequel to this book is Wicked Eddies. Also, while I was browsing the author’s website I happened to notice that the cover of one of her other books (To Hell in a Handbasket) includes a quote— not about itself, but about yet another of her books: A Real Basket Case (her first, I believe). The quote is: “This will appeal to Desperate Housewives fans and those who like cozies with a bit of spice.”
Which is pretty much enough to tell me that I’m not interested in this woman’s books. Even without the Housewives reference, the phrase “cozies with a bit of spice” is…terrifying to me. Stepping away from my fear and looking at it closer, I get the sense that “cozies” means something to the effect of a fun but not terribly challenging genre novel, the sort of book you “curl up with” when you absolutely do not want to have to think about anything more complicated than whether the butler is a red herring. “Spice” is so often code for “awkward sex scenes” (or worse: unmotivated “sexual tension”) that I don’t even really want to have to think about THAT, personally.
So…no, I don’t think this one is for me. However, I’m increasingly fascinated with the idea of marketing genre novels.