Title: Send Lawyers, Guns and Roses (Heart and Haven #2)
Author Name & Publisher: Heloise West (Loose ID)
Publication Date & Length: April 19, 2016 – 83,000 Words
When Hunter and Alex are given the vacation of a lifetime, it’s a chance for them to pay attention to romance and get out of the path of danger. The tiny Caribbean island of Saba is gorgeous, the first to have marriage equality, and the Sabans are the nicest people on earth.
There’s lots of rum poolside for relaxing and a room with a mirror on the ceiling for passion. Hot karaoke nights, cold beer, and new friends.
But their new friends Orfeo and Max, and Max’s sister Talisha, share a troubling secret. Alex and Hunter want to help. As a hurricane bears down on them, a dead body surfaces, and a purple backpack loaded with stolen jewels leads a pair of dangerous men to the island.
Alex would rather poke his own eyes out with a pointy stick than call on his old enemy Nick Truman for help; he’d also do anything to keep Hunter out of danger. But even his nemesis can’t reach them now.
Once again, they only have each other to depend on as their paradise is about to become hell on earth.
I much preferred this second story to the first in the series. Once again, Alex and Hunter are our focus, but this time they are battling jewel thieves and crime lords on a Caribbean island.
The plot of this story felt much more coherent to me. The tension built at the end, building excitement without moving too fast for me to keep pace as happened with the first story. The cast of secondary characters on Saba are well developed and interesting. And the action in this story is very exciting.
At the start, the pace was too slow for me. After the events of the first book, we meet the two directionless men moving slowly through a complicated series of non events and another hospital stay. It was when the pair arrived on Saba that the story picked up and came to life. I’m not sure the first, slightly wobbly quarter of the novel was necessary.
But Saba comes to life beautifully. The Two Mermaids Hotel is a magical place and the residents and guests come together for a whodunnit almost worthy of Agatha Christie. I really enjoyed this story and I’m glad I gave the series another chance.
Heloise West is an amazing author. There is no other reason behind having such an overwhelmingly awesome series as this series is.
Alex and Hunter are still going strong and still trying to recover from Hunters gunshot would and moving on from the previous life or death situation they was in. Alex has applied to the FBI but is waiting for confirmation if he is to get in or not and Hunter is trying to figure out to do until he knows where they will be before he looks for another job at the hospital where ever they end up.
It seems as if trouble follows these to because they find themselves in dangerous situations no matter whether at home while working at a bar or on vacation in a foreign country. It is like they are magnets and trouble or those that in trouble are drawn to them. But regardless of the situation, even with their own insecurities they stick together and come out stronger then they was before. Their love is strong and it seems not even the threat of death will keep them apart. That is true love that is for sure.
Even though this book is partly about unfinished business from book one it was primarily about a totally different dangerous situation. I think that the unfinished business revolves around Nick. I think that whether neither Hunter nor Alex will admit it, I think both might have some unfinished with him. And I am hoping their will be a book three that revolve around it. In a way I hope that the three of them will end up together. But hey that is just me.
Regardless of my thoughts on the next book in this series, this book was an awesome read with so much excitement and mystery. Not to mention love.
“Ready? Take the beach bag. I’ll grab the chairs,” Alex said. “Did you get enough to eat?”
“Yeah. What’s the time?” Hunter slung the bag over his shoulder.
Alex shrugged. “Who cares? Have a cocktail. You know, to hydrate and pace yourself for a long day in the sun.”
“Let’s set up camp. Maybe a nap first.”
Their bare feet slapped against the sun-bleached boards of the footbridge, some of the flowering rainforest clinging to its edges for the hundred or so feet from the breakfast patio to the pool. The beach chairs were striped canvas and wood, chaise-style. Alex had grabbed a matching umbrella for when the sun was directly overhead. He left it closed, as they had a few hours yet before noon, by the arc of the sun in the unbelievably blue sky. The poolside held a half dozen chaise lounges and couples of various ages. They returned languorous, sun-soaked greetings in English, Dutch, and French as Alex led them to a spot he deemed worthy for their day in the sun. When the chairs were side by side, the canvas beach bag between them, Hunter sighed with pleasure, though he was soaked with sweat. He pulled off his T-shirt. “Do you want to swim first?”
“I’m dying to.” With a wicked grin, Alex slid his shorts down, the T-shirt hem falling to below his hips.
“Tell me you didn’t get a thing-thong!” God, they’d laughed together at the online models wearing bathing suits with pockets for their cocks.
Alex laughed. “No, a Speedo. For you.” He shrugged out of his T-shirt with an elegant, mouth-watering play of muscles and skin, and some of the lounging women whistled and clapped for the navy-and-white-striped Speedo he revealed. Hunter mock-growled and reached out to grab Alex, but he dashed away and ran along the side of the pool, blond hair streaming, long, muscular legs eating up the distance to the deep end. He dived like a happy dolphin into the water. Hunter ran after him and followed with a hurried, sloppy dive, shocked at the sensation of water as warm as bathwater. He wanted to melt into it. When he came up for air, hands beneath the water gripped his calves, and he grabbed a breath before Alex yanked him under. They wrestled briefly, then surfaced.
“Fantastic!” Alex shook his head briskly to whip the water from his hair.
Hunter shoved him, threw himself on top of him, and they went under again.
When they surfaced, Alex said, “We can rent a sailboat. Or a rowboat and paddle around in the bay. Or fish if you want. Do you think your leg will hold up to snorkeling?”
“Snorkeling, maybe even scuba.” He’d swim to the moon to keep Alex happy.
“I was born underwater,” Alex said, surprising him. “I even had those infant swim lessons.”
“You’re a natural,” Hunter replied. “Aqua Boy.”
Alex shoved him again; Hunter let himself fall backward into the water with a huge splash.
They swam for a while, joined by the other sunbathers when the heat got too intense. Hunter pulled himself from the pool and sat on the edge, watching Alex do laps. He shaded his eyes against the fierce touch of the sun. It pressed against his skin despite the water-resistant sunblock, and he splashed water up and down his arms, chest, and neck to cool off. Maybe he should have gone tanning like Alex had, because it hurt to touch his skin already. The water reflected and intensified the sun. He wasn’t that kind of redhead, but the tropical sun made him feel like one. Tanning had seemed kind of frou-frou…not for him…but he didn’t want to look like a strip of bacon at the end of the day either. Sucked it up and endured the tanning bed.
Alex swam over and pulled his gorgeous body out of the pool to sit on the edge beside Hunter. “I’m ready for some reading and napping. Lunch buffet is open until four… What are you laughing at?”
“We must be on vacation if we’re planning the day around the next meal.”
Alex smiled. “It’s about ten now. We can eat something light at eleven when they open.” He leaned in close. “If we go up to the room by noon, we’ll have time to screw our brains out until about two and have lunch again.”
Hunter nodded. It was all he could do.
“So it’s not meal times we’re planning for, right?” The sparkle in Alex’s eyes wasn’t about ham sandwiches and fruit salad. “Did you see the awesome mirror on the ceiling?”
- Can you describe in detail what your writing environment is like?
I have a dedicated office because I work from home, but I find that I can’t really use it for writing—too much time spent in one space makes my brain stale. I mostly work on the dining room table if it’s warm or sitting on the couch by the woodstove in the winter. In really good weather, the porch is screened in so I sit out there. Consequently, I have piles of research materials and notebooks on various surfaces in different rooms—I’m not the most organized person.
- Is there one of your characters that you relate to (from any of your works)? Why?
I relate to all of them on some level, whether a rescuer or one in need of rescue. Some characters are forced into a position to do something they wouldn’t have done ordinarily, and some make choices to take or do what they want even if it means hurting or killing someone…not that I would ever do that, but sometimes my inability to be that free in my mind or conscience is given free rein by the choices my characters make. You can’t really censure bad characters as you’re writing them, so you kind of have to relate to what they’re doing in order to be with them in the creative process.
- If you couldn’t be an author, what would you do instead?
- Is there anything that you learned during the writing process that you wish you had known before hand?
Nothing really comes to mind—I’ve always written, always had a workshop or a critique group, or a list of writing books to work through. Well, I wish I’d kept up with writing non-fiction pieces—when I write one for my blog, they always seem awkward and need more attention than I want to give them, as I’m chronically short on time these days.
- Is there anything that you wish you could change about your book now that it is out?
Just the thought of that makes me hyperventilate. I haven’t read it since the last line edits, and as of this writing, reviews haven’t come in yet. It’s different than the first one, and I just hope the spirit of “misadventures” comes across.
- How do you come up with new ideas for your story?
They’re always there, just waiting for me to notice them.
- What’s next for you as a writer?
Sequels. I’m going to be spending much of 2016 and 2017 working on sequels and expanding into series.
- Where do you live? Do you think this influences how or what you write?
I live in western Maine, off the beaten path, at the top of a windy hill with views of fields, trees, and mountains and lots of sky. It’s quiet and isolated, so what it influences is my ability to write and daydream for long stretches of time without interruption and with a beautiful view. The woman who designed this house was an artist, so I have tons of big windows to look out of when I should be making words…
- What is your favorite genre outside of the one you write in? Why?
Mysteries, especially historical mysteries, but I love historicals, too. I know, that’s two but I can’t choose.
- Do you have any vices? Shoes, coffee, shopping…etc?
The sweet stuff is my heroine.