I really didn’t know what to expect. Also the genre is that of a mystery rather than a romance, but hey I am adventurous and sometimes read non-romance genres (my wife laughs at me when I say this, but I do).
The book centers around Judge Bertha Brannon. She is a black woman whose love, Toni, has just died. Toni was a police woman and it seems like a domestic violence call gone bad.
Bertha is in shock when she received threatening phone calls and becomes suspicious of the way in which Toni died. Bertha gets embroiled in this murder mystery and you will never guess who is behind it all.
Toni had a young daughter, Doree, when she and Bertha first got together. Now, many years later, Doree is a teenager and together they must face Toni’s death. This relationship is written with sensitivity and I could believe it. Bertha could have been fleshed out more. For most of the book she walks around reacting to life. Having said that, she is in mourning, so you can kind of forgive her for that.
There are a couple of retired cops as side roles and each one was distinct and memorable. I become a little confused at first with who exactly Pop was to Bertha and there were one or two too many cops. I am not sure we needed them all.
I do understand that they were sort of decoys to make you wonder who was behind it all, but I felt confused by the amount of characters.
The cat was a lovely character adding some much needed humor.
The Writing Style
The writing style is not bad. It could have been tighter and Bertha could have evolved a little more through this story.
Not a bad read. I did not see the twist at the end coming.
There were moments of confusion. I am not great with names, so characters need to really be clearly written for me to remember them.
Worth a read for all lovers of lesbian murder mysteries.
Excerpt from Widow by Martha Miller
The new red Jeep Rubicon sped up the horseshoe drive and squealed the tires as it came to rest half on and half off the curb of the emergency entrance. Bertha Brannon charged through whispering automatic doors, greeted by a curtain of cold air. The lobby was chaos. A line of people gathered at the admitting desk. She felt a tug on her shoulder, and then sixteen-year-old Doree stood in front of her. Panting, Bertha grabbed her daughter by the shoulders. “Doree, what the fuck?”
“I was leaving the mall and got a call from Fred.”
A vision of her own cell phone charging on the kitchen counter flashed in Bertha’s mind. She was trying to get used to her new phone, but she often either forgot to charge it or put it back in her bag. Toni insisted that she wasn’t highly evolved enough carry a cell.
Doree rushed on. “He said your phone went straight to voice mail. I couldn’t reach you either, so I came.” Doree’s voice trembled. “Mom’s been shot, and they won’t let me see her.”
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ISBN number: 9781626392144
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
I received a review copy of this book