French Kiss, one of James Patterson’s BookShots, was book No. 5 for me this year. This one was written with Richard DiLallo.
Rich kid-turned-detective Luc Moncrief is from Paris, but he moved to New York start a new page in his career with the NYPD.
He has some adorable French habits, like wanting long fancy lunches with wine. (Yup, I can get behind a man like that.) And he mostly figures things out in his cases through following his instincts instead of doing a ton of groundwork. OK, sure Whatever!
The action heats up when women close to him start dying. First, his partner Maria Martinez is killed on the job. (When he goes to tell her husband, the dude throws in some gratuitous stuff about her being in love with Moncrief that they never get back to. I’d edit that out because it sticks out as an odd tangent, but hey, that’s just me.)
As he investigates the case with a new partner, K. Burke, his beloved soul mate Dalia — who works for the district attorney’s office — is killed on the job, as well. Here’s where he figures out that he’s the one who’s really being targeted. (Clearly, a little narcissistic. But hey, he’s onto something.)
K. Burke then travels with him to France, where he “senses” he must go to put all the pieces together. Her life is endangered there, too.
The motive for all this is a little lame and murky, but it’s not bad for a quick read. It’s also not really a romance novel in any stretch of the imagination, despite the title — it’s a fairly straightforward detective story.