Deputy Chief Jess Harris knows her time is running out. Somehow she must protect the people she loves and any more innocent victims from the serial killer obsessed with her.
Is sacrificing herself the only way to stop this evil?
The Faces of Evil series by Debra Webb is one of the most engrossing, addicting series of romantic thrillers I have ever read. I received the first four novels at once, for review, and devoured them in something like three weeks. I was hooked long before I received books five and six in the mail.
So, okay. Yes, there’s that. Every time I open my ‘book closet’ I’m greeted by this pile of brightly colored books. It’s a happy experience. (Well, until you see the state of my book closet, but we’re not going there today.)
As with every book in this series, Vile picks up immediately where Vicious left off. Meaning, each and every novel so far has ended in an ‘holy guacamole you did not just stop right there’ sort of way. Although cliffhangers like these can be extremely difficult to deal with, it makes picking up the next in line so much easier to do. There’s no set up, no gentle easing into the story – nope – you’re grabbed by one arm and drug right back into the middle of the action. Vile isn’t any exception.
Vile is, to date, the most intense installment in this series. Not only does Jess have her usual issues to deal with – internal strife at work, dead bodies, her family, etc. – but also an entirely new set of issues arise in the form of a pregnancy, someone trying to frame Dan, and oh, yeah: Eric Spears’ newfound following of nuts. Vile finally starts to bring together some of the bits and pieces Ms. Webb planted in earlier novels, helping to draw the strings just a bit tighter.
I’ve mentioned this in other reviews, but truly the thing that makes these books so readable is the big bad: Eric Spears. Why? I’m not entirely certain, but my theory is this: he seems so normal. Not like the crazies you see on Criminal Minds or other shows like that, the kind that you can see coming a mile away. No, The Player is handsome, he’s smart, he’s charming and he’s rich. He’s that reclusive businessman that no one gives a second thought to because he’s ‘just a little eccentric’. Oops – we mean he’s a serial killer, sorry.
I know that in the end, Jess, Dan, and the Birmingham Police Department are going to bring him down, and I’ll be sad when it happens. Partly because some tiny bit of me wants to see him thumb his nose at the world, but the biggest part of me screams, “There’ll be no more books once they do!”
On the flip side, book nine – Heinous – releases on my birthday.
Side note: If you’re wondering where the reviews for the first seven books and the prequel are, I reviewed them for another online site so I can’t post them here. The are here, however. Feel free to check them out as well as all the other amazing reviews posted over that way.
Disclaimer: I bought and paid for this e-book with my own hard-earned money because I’m a tiny bit addicted to this series. And maybe Eric Spears, too. Just a little though.