Regular followers of my blog might remember me reading and reviewing this book way back in 2019. That was quite a while ago now, especially as the later books in the series are now out . . . (And, which I’m delighted to say, I’ll be delving into in the coming weeks).
So, to do the entire series justice, I thought I’d read Jackson Ford’s first work again and repeat the review here, so that, 1, I can remind myself of the madcap fun that drew me to this book in the first place, and, 2, Well, darn it, the following couple of reviews will make much more sense if you know the entire story arc – from beginning to end – as we go through
Here’s the blurb for the first book:
Teagan Frost is having a hard time keeping it together. Sure, she’s got telekinetic powers – a skill that the government is all too happy to make use of, sending her on secret break-in missions that no ordinary human could carry out. But all she really wants to do is kick back, have a beer, and pretend she’s normal for once.
But then a body turns up at the site of her last job – murdered in a way that only someone like Teagan could have pulled off. She’s got 24 hours to clear her name – and it’s not just her life at stake. If she can’t unravel the conspiracy in time, her hometown of Los Angeles will be in the crosshairs of an underground battle that’s on the brink of exploding . . .
So, what did I think of this little gem?
They say . . . “First impressions count”.
In this case, that maxim hits the nail on the head. How? As soon as I saw the front cover of this book, I knew I’d love it. I mean, anyone who uses that as a title has to have a great sense of humor. MY kind of humor.
And I was right.
Teagan Frost is a girl on a mission. Literally, she works for a clandestine government team. A team so secret that they’ll deny any knowledge of her at the drop of a hat if she screws up. Not a good thing when you’re the only person with psychokinetic abilities in the world and a queue of drooling scientists with top security clearance are itching for you to fail so they can dissect you.
When a body turns up at the site of Teagan’s last job, murdered in such a way that it’s obvious someone with paranormal abilities must be involved, plastic-fingered gloves point the blame her way and the scientists invite Gordon Ramsey around to learn how to get their scalpels really sharp.
Fortunately, Teagan gets twenty-four hours to prove her innocence. But will it be enough? Teagan’s boss wants rid of her. The rest of the team hate her. A squad of black-ops goons think she’s nothing but a freak that needs locking up and experimenting on. And someone’s obviously out to ensure she fails.
Just the recipe for a nice little whodunit. One presented with an aperitif of disaster-in-the-making, with a side salad of action all the way. It’s irreverent, down and dirty, underhand, and guaranteed to please the mischief-maker in all of us.
An insanely imaginative peek into a twisted mind I’m glad to splash about in.
For goodness sake try it.