Title: Low Pressure
Author: Sandra Brown
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Published: September 18th 2012
Rating: 4/5 stars ★★★★
“…I have a healthy respect for gravity. The ground is always there, trying to pull you down. It’s the most important thing to keep in mind.”
Bellamy Lyston Price was only 12 years old when her older sister Susan was killed on a stormy Memorial Day. Bellamy’s fear of storms is a legacy of the tornado that destroyed the crime scene as well as her memory of one vital fact that still eludes her…
Now, 18 years later, Bellamy has written a novel based on Susan’s murder. It’s her first book, and it’s an instant sensation. But because the novel is based on the most traumatic event of her life, she’s published it under a pseudonym to protect herself and her family.
But when a sleazy reporter for a tabloid newspaper discovers that the book is based on a real crime, Bellamy’s identity – and dark family secrets — are exposed. Suddenly, she finds herself embroiled in a personal conflict and at the mercy of her sister’s killer, who for almost two decades has gotten away with murder…and will stop at nothing to keep it that way.
4 of 5 stars to Low Pressure by Sandra Brown
Low Pressure is another riveting novel from Sandra Brown with intriguing characters and a scandalous plot that would keep you hooked.
I think Denton Carter is the biggest as*hole out of all Brown’s hero and I sh0uld have hated him for how callously he treated Bellamy in some instances but I didn’t because he redeemed himself in many ways. Yes, in the beginning he is unrepentant about his attitude but he still couldn’t resist helping Bellamy and treating her differently.
Bellamy Lyston Price is an admirable heroine, strong and independent. She went out of her way to solve the mystery that has haunted her and her family for so long. She did that all on her own while a dangerous psycho is on her tail.
Brown writes so well that what would have been cheesy and over-dramatic scenes if other authors did it came out beautiful. She perfectly sets the mood and captures the emotions needed in particular moments that make them memorable. Here is an example (snippet from the book):
The sun had set and dusk had settled in. The Corvette’s headlights were on when Dent steered it into a parking space, but Bellamy remained unseen until he started up the metal staircase. When he saw her sitting on the landing, he paused for several seconds, then continued climbing the stairs in a steady tread.
He’d hooked his suit jacket on his index finger and was carrying it slung over his shoulder. His necktie had been undone and was lying flat against his chest.
She stood, dusted off her seat, and retrieved her high heels, which had become so uncomfortable she’d taken them off. He didn’t say anything as he stepped around her and continued down the breezeway toward his apartment.
She fell into step behind him. “I hope you don’t mind that I waited for you to get home. I didn’t know when you’d show up. Or if you would come home at all tonight.”
He unlocked the door and went into the apartment. She hesitated on the threshold. “May I come in?”
“Door’s open.” He pitched his key ring onto the coffee table, tossed his jacket over the back of a chair, and followed that with his necktie.
She stepped inside and closed the door. “I don’t think you’re in the mood for anything elaborate, so I’ll keep it simple. I’m sorry.”
He went into the kitchen and took a bottle of water from the refrigerator. “Sorry for what?”
“For not calling you about Daddy. Honestly, I wasn’t sure how you’d react to a call from me about anything. I’d said some harsh things to you.” When he didn’t say anything, she forged ahead. “I also apologize for not standing up for you at the club. I was . . . My only defense is that I was in shock.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m not.” He twisted the cap off the water bottle and took a drink. “That it?”
“Are you all right?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You were awfully angry when you left the country club.”
“Not for long. I blew off some steam.”
“What did you do?”
“I doubt it.”
The rebuke was succinct, but well aimed. She lowered her head and looked at the pair of designer pumps she was holding in her hands. She studied the black grosgrain ribbon across the toe. They were beautiful shoes, but they pinched. Why was it that she was drawn to things that were bad for her or that hurt?
“Moody showed up,” she said. “I spoke to him just before I saw you. He said—”
He interrupted her. “I don’t want to know what he said. I don’t care what he said. I’m done talking about him or anything related to that subject.” He looked her over from the top of her head to her bare feet. “If you want to take off your clothes and give me a lap dance, you can stay. If not, go back to the bosom of your rotten family and leave me the hell alone.” He gave her about half a second to make up her mind, and when she didn’t move, he snuffled. “I didn’t think so. Don’t let the door hit you on your way out.”
Moving back into the living area, he picked up the TV remote. “Maybe I can catch the last few innings of the double-header I missed by going to your old man’s send-off.”
His rejection, coming so closely on the heels of Steven’s, was crushing. A sob erupted from her as she turned and walked toward the door.
But before she could get it open, he was there, cursing under his breath, turning her to face him. He flattened his hands on the door, caging her between it and him, and pressed his forehead against hers. “That was a terrible thing to say.”
“I guess I had it coming.”
“No, it was a low blow. It was cruel. Because I know how much you loved him, how sad you are.”
“When we’re angry, we say things we don’t mean. You’re angry.”
“As hell.” He released a long breath and rolled his forehead from side to side over hers. “I don’t know how you do it, Bellamy Lyston Price.”
“Make me so damn mad.” He moved in closer. “And still keep me wanting you.”
Another favorite from Sandra Brown.
***cover art: 3/5 stars. I like how Brown’s book covers are never tacky. She keeps it simple and tasteful.***