Carey Baldwin's Stolen a day of My Life

Stolen - Carey Baldwin

 

“For a moment, he just held her, his hand coasting up and down her back in time with the rhythm of her heart as it beat against his.” I don’t normally begin a book review with a quotation from the book… but this time I wanted you to know what kind of torture I put myself through to finish Stolen, an installment in the Carey Baldwin romance-mystery Cassidy and Spenser series. Let’s dissect that… stuff: first, “coasting” is a ridiculous verb in this setting. Second, is he really rubbing her back at something like 70 stokes per minute? And third, if her heart is beating against his, the two had better be conjoined twins! I won’t go so far as to say that all of Stolen is this poorly written, but way too much of it is. First, though, here’s the story:

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Cliché number 1: Clyde Barr, who left his western Colorado home after a horrendous youth to “see the world,” became a mercenary. Unlike most, he (claims he) chose the good side of his fights, protecting the little guys. Nevertheless, he apparently perfected his skills: Barr’s a stone killer. Just sprung from a Mexican jail, he stops in his home town to reach out to the only one of his three sisters he still talks to, only to find that Jen has been taken by an unnamed “big guy” to help him with some crime, after which she’ll be “discarded like a used needle.”