Book Review: Promissory Payback and Unrevealed by Laurel Dewey


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I am today's stop on the Laurel Dewey Partners in Crime Blog Book Tour! So welcome all you new readers! Happy to have you here!


We have a double treat- 2 books to review! 


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About the Books
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About the Author:
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Review: I really liked these 2 books! They made me want to read the rest of the series! They are excellent police procedurals and Jane is very much a true police officer. Dewey know of what she writes! There is a TV series here that is very much being overlooked! I'm not sure who would play her though. She is such an unique character, that I can't pinpoint which actress would best play her!


Jane is a very strong female lead character and her emotional baggage is real and very understandable. yet she brings intellect and intuition to her cases in a way that makes the reader want to stay with her. I could have kept reading the other 3 books, right after finishing the 2nd book for the review! I really liked the book of 4 stories- it was like seeing her case files and how she handled them. An interesting take on a popular character!


if you're looking for some books to please the mystery/police procedural fan in your family, this set of books will fit the bill! And, they because they are smaller books, better for your pocketbook too!


AND now for an excerpt from Promissory Payback!:


Detective Jane Perry took another hard drag on her cigarette. She knew she needed to quiet her nerves for what she was about to see.

Another victim. Another senseless, gruesome murder that she would add to the board at Denver Headquarters. When Sergeant Weyler called her half an hour ago, she hadn’t even finished her third cup of coffee. “This one is odd, Jane,” he told her with that characteristic tone in his voice that also suggested an evil tinge behind the slaying du jour. “Be prepared,” he said before hanging up. It was a helluva way to start a Monday morning.

As Jane drove her ’66 Mustang toward the crime scene in the toney section of Denver known as Cherry Creek, she tried to look on the bright side. If she’d still been a drinker, she’d be battling an epic hangover at that moment and doing her best to hide it from Weyler. But since becoming a friend of Bill W., her addictions involved healthier options such as jogging, buying way too many pounds of expensive coffee and even briefly joining a yoga group. She stopped attending the class only because the pansy-ass male instructor wasn’t comfortable with her setting her Glock in the holster to the side of her mat during class. Since she was usually headed to work after the 7 AM stretch session, Jane was obviously carrying her service weapon. She wasn’t about to leave it in her car or a locker at the facility. Nor would she be so careless as to hang it on one of the eco-friendly bamboo hooks that lined the yoga room.

So for Jane, it was obvious and more than natural for the Glock to lie next to her as she attempted the Salutation to the Sun pose and arched into Downward Facing Dog. In her mind, there was no dichotomy between the peacefulness of yoga and the brain splattering capacity of her Glock. As the annoying, high-pitched flute music played in the background—a sound meant to encourage calmness but which sounded more like a dying parakeet to Jane—she felt completely safe knowing that a loaded gun was inches from her grasp. The other people in the class, however, did have a problem and they showed it by arranging their mats as far from Jane as humanly possible. None of this behavior bothered Jane until the soy milk-chugging teacher took her aside and asked her to please remove the Glock from class. Since Jane wasn’t about to take orders from a guy in a fuchsia leotard who had a penchant for crying at least twice during class, she strapped her 9mm across her organic cotton yoga t! op and quit.

That’s what predictably happened whenever you shoved a square peg like Jane Perry in a round hole of people and situations that don’t understand the real world. Crime has a nasty habit of worming its way into the most unlikely places—churches, schools, sacred retreats and possibly yoga studios. The way Jane Perry looked at life, yoga might keep your flexible but a loaded gun kept you alive so you could continue being flexible. She knew what it felt like to be the victim of circumstance; to be held hostage by another person’s violent objective. Even though it was a long time ago, she’d never wash the stench from her memory. Her vow was always the same: Nobody would ever make Jane Perry a victim again.

But somebody apparently had made the old lady inside the Cherry Creek house a victim. Jane rolled to the curb and parked the Mustang, sucking the last microgram of nicotine from the butt of her cigarette. Squashing it onto the street with the heel of her roughout cowboy boots, she flashed her shield to the cops standing at the periphery and ducked under the yellow crime tape that was draped between the two precision-trimmed boxwood shrubs that framed the bottom of the long, immaculate brick driveway.

Admit it, you're intrigued! SO go buy the books already!







Disclosure / Disclaimer: I received these books, free of charge, from the author via Partners in Crimefor review/blog tour  purposes on this blog. No other compensation, monetary or in kind, has been received or implied for this post. Nor was I told how to post about them.





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  1. Fantastic post and review. I love the idea of a TV show based on the character. Great job!!! Kudos!!

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