The Waiting Game by Eve Devon

The Waiting Game by Eve DevonThe Waiting Game by Eve Devon
Published by Entangled: Ignite on May 27th 2013
Pages: 243
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Five years ago a madman stalked her. Kidnapped her. Tattooed her.
When security expert Cameron Dexter—the man Brooke Bennett once loved—appears unexpectedly at her door with terrifying news, the former musician discovers she can no longer hide from her past. After five years, her vicious kidnapper is out of prison and on the hunt—for Brooke.
Now he’s returned to complete his art.
Cam failed to protect Brooke once before. Now he’d rather die than let her be captured. With her life at stake, Cam vows to keep her hidden and safe. Brooke, however, is done with running. Unlike Cam, she wants to stand and fight. Emotions both old and new roil between them, but addressing their heated past must wait. Together they set a trap in London to catch a killer. But they soon discover the enemy wears many faces.
And waiting is no longer an option...

There’s a tidal wave of guilt and heroism in The Waiting Game overwhelming both Brooke and Cameron, whose history stretches back 5 years – back when Brooke was an impulsive a petulant musician sorely in need of (but oblivious to) personal protection from a stalker. She is a changed woman 5 years later, more measured, wary and cautious, living in isolation in France, until Cameron bursts back into her life when her stalker, Andre Spinks, is released from prison.

The rest of the story is fairly predictable and I’ve sort of guessed the twist at the very end, but I continued reading simply because I do like Ms Devon’s elegant style that actually shines through many long, narrative and introspective passages, shaping Brooke out as perceptive and mature – and so very changed from what she was five years ago. While The Waiting Game isn’t exactly an atmospheric page turner (I did take a long time to plough through the first half after all), but it was so easy to slip into Ms Devon’s writing that finishing the book was no hardship at all.