by James Patterson
No husbands allowed
Only minutes after Abbie Elliot and her three best friends step off of a private helicopter, they enter the most luxurious, sumptuous, sensually pampering hotel they have ever been to. Their lavish presidential suite overlooks Monte Carlo, and they surrender: to the sun and pool, to the sashimi and sake, to the Bruno Paillard champagne. For four days they’re free to live someone else’s life. As the weekend moves into pulsating discos, high-stakes casinos, and beyond, Abbie is transported to the greatest pleasure and release she has ever known.
What happened last night?
In the morning’s harsh light, Abbie awakens on a yacht, surrounded by police. Something awful has happenedsomething impossible, unthinkable. Abbie, Winnie, Serena, and Bryah are arrested and accused of the foulest crime imaginable. And now the vacation of a lifetime becomes the fight of a lifetime & for survival. GUILTY WIVES is the ultimate indulgence, the kind of nonstop joy-ride of excess, friendship, betrayal, and danger that only James Patterson can create.
These are the books I pick up right before I am getting on a plane. You know? The ones you buy AT the airport. I have read almost all of James Patterson’s books and still have them on my shelf. The thing I love about his books are the short chapters (perfect for an airplane). Not saying I don’t like a regular size chapter, but sometimes, the short, quick read is what I am looking for.
I am not exactly going to say that I was disappointed by this one, but I kind of was. This book was recommended to me and I happened to find it at the airport. So, I bought it and started reading. First off, the plot was a little too far-fetched. It was just so not believable. To a point that it was a huge turn off for me. Guilty Wives did not really hold my attention at all. At times, you were even able to tell the writing style changed. Definitely not a good thing.
Summarize in one word: Predictable. I think I figured it out pretty quick and the rest of the book just felt like it was dragging on. I never not finish a book, so I pushed through it. OH! look who the killer is… knew it all along. Throw this back on my shelf and never look at it again.