2.5 starsStill enjoy Diana Palmer but she certainly has some stinkers. This one wasn't that bad, but it wasn't great, or even really good. Maybe ok.
Blonde chick and hot Native American (with just a smidgen of Spanish in order to allow him to be called Cortez) are madly in love after two kisses and a snuggle. He off and dumps her for the most stupid reason (Di should've thought that one out more) and heroine goes nuts, whacking off her hair and moving to the boonies, never to touch a man again.
Out of every investigator in the US, our hero gets sent to her little ol' small town to investigate a murder on an Indian reservation (totally plausible, eh? And don't get me started on the H's shaman father!) and voila', they are all hot for each other again.
Our author definitely didn't invest much thought either into the whole murder mystery. I guess she figured we'd be too enthralled with the hot romance to care (feh!).
If you have nothing else to read (or listen to, like me), it'll fill the time well enough. But it's otherwise nothing special.
