I began to find Remy’s double life and her secrets just too annoying in the end to give this book he final star it should have had.
The general trope of the football star and the not-groupie wife worked for me, for a while, but he came across as ‘thick’ despite the degree – in that he knew her problem and yet hadn’t set up the stashes of cash and IDs for her, that any good spy/terrorist etc has. ok, maybe bank accounts would not work, but why was she taking money out of her accounts and not his? He should have set up boltholes all over Canada, apart from his family farmhouse, and other French speaking countries friendly to Canada! and where were the disguises? The wigs?
So for me, this story failed on the plot but not on the writing style. I liked the style but …
Amber Malloy dreamed of being a double agent but couldn’t pass the psyche evaluation. Crushed by despair that she couldn’t legally shoot things, Amber pursued her second career choice as pastry chef. When she’s not writing or whipping up a mean Snickers Cheesecake, she occasionally spies on her sommelier. Amber is convinced he’s faking his French accent.