This is the third book in the Auckland Med series. It can be read as a stand-alone, but you’ll enjoy it more if you read it as part of the series.
Mark is a police detective, and Ed is a forensic pathologist. They’ve crossed paths before, and this book starts with an investigation into a body that has washed ashore. Yes, if you have a queasy stomach, this book might not be the right one for you.
It’s set in Auckland, New Zealand, and I loved that the author truly incorporated Auckland into the story.
Rain lashed at the flimsy windbreaker Ed had grabbed by mistake, pissing through the material like it was a semipermeable membrane, soaking him through to his irritated skin in under thirty seconds flat. Fucking Auckland’s, fucking subtropical, fucking weather.
Mark is a renowned playboy, who isn’t interested in a relationship. We get to see why he’s like that, and I believe the author truly gave him a solid reason for his way of thinking. It rings true, which is always what we want in a character. Ed, on the other hand, is probably close to demisexual, even if he doesn’t like the label, and is only interested in a relationship.
Ridiculously sexy and nice. Ed hadn’t been prepared for that. Nice was his kryptonite. You could say all you liked about hot bodies, sexual chemistry, guys strong enough to hold and fuck you against a wall. But nice? Nice was a highly undervalued personality trait in Ed’s mind. Nice came with respect, manners, caring, and loyalty, if you were lucky.
As someone who is demisexual, I identified with Ed, and so I particularly enjoyed this story. On top of that, there was a fantastic mystery/suspense element incorporated through the criminal investigation, and that led to some serious action which I thoroughly enjoyed reading. Jay Hogan does excellent suspense and action, and I recommend this book to anyone who enjoys either.