By Intent by Angela Weaver
Asshole heroes, boring suspense… not many reasons to pick up this thing, I’m afraid.

Asshole heroes, boring suspense… not many reasons to pick up this thing, I’m afraid.

In Thunder Creek, even mysteries and suspenses become lukewarm and ho-hum.

Wait, the author is doing suspense now? I’m confused. Career midlife crisis?

Did anyone order an unnecessary sequel?

The tomfoolery and will-she-be-raped-oh-my-god drama can blow your brain.

Amusing poke at the publishing industry aside, this one is a bit of a mess.

Same old, same old. The author is just doing what everyone else is doing.

So much woo-woo and mumbo jumbo here; I think the author forgot about the romance.

This debut effort suggests some potential, so there’s that.

The main ghost character is so annoying. Can we kill her a few times again, just for good measure?
