Tie Me Down by Tracy Wolff
Source: Review by Request
ARC Provided by Publisher
My rating: 2 of 5 stars
As the only woman on her homicide squad, star investigator Genevieve Delacroix maintains a tough-as-nails attitude that keeps men at arm’s length. She never gives in to her secret fantasies—until she meets a mysterious stranger who teaches her how little control she really has over her mind or her body.
Cole Adams arrives in New Orleans believing Genevieve is his last hope for solving the murder of his younger sister. He just doesn’t expect the hard-bitten detective to look like a blond bombshell. Once he breaks through her inhibitions, he soon finds an unexpected obsession driving Genevieve right to the edge of desire . . . and beyond. But when the serial killer who has been terrorizing the streets of the French Quarter sets his sights on Genevieve, they realize that they both have let down their guard. And losing control can have fatal consequences.
Sorry folks, this one was NOT for me…
Yikes! I make it a point to avoid writing reviews for bad books – The author worked hard on this, but it was sloppy. Grammar and punctuation mistakes aside, it was a ridiculous collection of words strung together and called a book.
Tie Me Down was all about Sex, New Orleans, corrupt cops, gruesome murders, stalkers, women who should know better than ignoring the stalkers (but do anyway), and men who want to protect them from danger… It’s like this book was comprised of out takes from Full Exposure (the only other book I’ve read from Tracy Wolff) to the point that I immediately knew that Chastian was the serial killer.
When the answer to the only real mystery is blidingly obvious to the reader, it makes your Man Character seem like an idiot for not figuring it out…
Here’s what was good about this book:
(because I feel kind of bad trashing anyone’s book):
1. The sex scenes were good.
2. Cole had some steamy bedroom dialogue.
3. The moments when we saw Genevieve working the case were fun.
4. The serial killer was delightfully twisted, I liked his taunting clues…
But here are the problems:
I have no issue reading erotica that is simply sex with little-to-no plot line. Unfortunately Tie Me Down claimed to have a plot line… We saw nothing about the alleged plot line for most of the book. And it definitely wasn’t as full of suspense as the book’s description would have you believe. You have to get at least 75% though the book before anything happens with “suspense” and it’s a chore to make it that far…
Genevieve Delacroix was an infuriating, unreliable character. Just because the author tells us she is an Ice Queen, hard ass detective does not make it true if the character acts in an opposite fashion through the entire book.
Why was she constantly putting herself in dangerous situations with this guy she doesn’t know, who has files about her and photos of gruesome murder scenes?!?! She’s a homicide detective, she knows what the possible consequences could be. She knows that the killer has taken an interest in her. But she’s like, “well screw it, I’d rather have sex than think about it.”
You have to get 28% through the book before the two main characters said anything to each other that that wasn’t sexual. It lasted less than two pages. They had breakfast together. Genevieve even took the time to think about having a dialogue:
“You never did answer my question last night.” He leaned against the counter, his body suddenly tense as he watched her over the rim of his coffee cup. “Which question was that, sweetheart? ‘Where’d you earn to fuck like that?’ or ‘Could you do it some more?'” She narrowed her eyes, refused to blush at the reminder of her blatant demands. “The one where I wanted to know what the hell you were doing researching my department and various sexual homicides from the last few years. How did you even know about them?”
A perfectly reasonable question!
I’d been wondering the same thing!
And what happens?
They fuck again rather than answer any burning questions…
We have to go through several pages of sex before any conversations were resumed, and amusingly, Cole says what everyone is thinking:
“And while you’re at it, think about what it says about you that you fucked me while you had even the slightest suspicion that I was involved with raping and killing seven young women. I guess I’m not the only sick bastard around.”
And so Cole and Genevieve argue, Genevieve leaves, and the book continues to deteriorate in spectacular fashion…
I like to come away from a book with a new experience, or having learned something. I learned something very important from Tie Me Down. I learned that I’ll never ever read Tracy Wolff ever again.
***I received and ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review****
(and it can’t possibly get more honest than what I just said.)