Where Death Meets the Devil
WHERE DEATH MEETS THE DEVIL
Where Death Meets the Devil is about the relationship between a spy and one of the world’s top assassins. Australian Meta-State asset Jack Reardon is accustomed to covert operations and ethical dilemmas, but he’s never met anyone as mythologized and, honestly, as batshit crazy as Ethan Blade. When the two enemies are forced to work together after a mission turns dangerously sour, there are sparks between them – literal and figurative.
This is one of those books where you think the premise sounds amazing, but the execution might not deliver. Hayward delivers. Ethan Blade is every bit as eccentric, violent, and crazy as I wanted him to be, and I loved being in Jack Reardon’s head – I loved not knowing what was going to come next, and I loved the masculine energy between them. The book sizzles romantically without ever delving into the saccharine or sentimental. The scenes were big and cinematic, the writing was on point, and I’m hungry for a sequel.
The structure hops from past to present every chapter, which is a difficult feat: It means that every chapter has to end on a high note, or else the reader might start skimming. I never skimmed, even though I was desperate for the ending (which did not disappoint).
I think this is L.J. Hayward’s first traditionally published novel, but the first chapter convinced me she was a seasoned author of romantic suspense. I was ready to gobble down her backlist, and I will be picking up her 2014 book Blood Work very soon. Ultimately I can’t wait for her next release.