To say I love Kerrigan Byrne’s historical romances would be an understatement. To say I’m not a fan of blood and guts would also be an understatement. However, when you combine those two, I get over the second fact right quick and jump all over this.
This story is just perfect for this time of year. A murder mystery surrounding Jack the Ripper is just what this season needs.
Fiona spends her days and night cleaning up after death. It’s not a luxurious job but someone has to do it. She uses this job as a way to keep an eye out for the return of Jack the Ripper. Ever since he murdered her friend, two years, she is waiting for his return so she can help in his capture. When murders start appearing similar, she wonders if it’s him or a copycat. Pretty soon she’s in the midst of a mystery that will cost her more than she ever imagined.
I loved Fiona. To be as strong as she is, after what she’s been through, is absolutely amazing. I don’t think I could do that. She is the only woman in a man’s world of death and intrigue, but she holds her own. The men around her all have secrets and the more she does her job, more of their secrets will come to light.
When a heart was broken as many times as mine, it shouldn’t work anymore. But somehow it still did. It kept going.
And so long as it beat in it’s chamber, I’d search for the Ripper.
When we first heard about this new book, it was said to not be a romance. I love romance. I need romance. But when Kerrigan Byrne writes a book, you read that book. Now I don’t know where this series is going to go, but I find myself believing that there may be a few hints of romance in the air, a connection if you will. So I’m gonna cross my fingers and hope Ms. Byrne grants my wish. Even a teeny one.
~Melpomene
I’m torn on this one…somewhere around four stars but not really if that makes sense. It’s sufficiently creepy, suspenseful, intriguing, and all that.
I don’t know how this one slipped by me. I love Karin Slaughter and always greedily snatch up her latest books. And yet I missed this one…


Young love is hard, y’all. All those emotions and hormones and stuff running wild. It’s easy to see how feelings could get out of control. But how far is too far?
I seem to be on a roll with these kinds of stories lately. Stories so far outside of the norm that it’s hard to wrap your brain around them. But so good that you can’t pull yourself away…
I tried. Really I did. But I just couldn’t do it. No matter how badly I wanted to stay awake into the wee hours of the morning to finish this thriller, my eyes just wouldn’t cooperate. So I did what any self-respecting book worm would do. I reached for it as soon as I woke up the next morning and didn’t get out of bed until it was finished.