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The road was a killer, hardly wider than a decent stream of spit and snaking like a cobra between giant bushes loaded with strange flowers that resembled drops of blood.

She had to remind herself that the trip had been her idea—love was another killer—but how could she have known driving in western Ireland meant risking life and limb at every curve?

Rural Ireland, she thought, holding her breath as they zipped around the next turn on the Journey of Death. Where the towns were barely a hiccup on the landscape, and where she was pretty damn sure the cows outnumbered the people. And the sheep outnumbered the cows.

And why didn't that cause anyone concern? she wondered. Didn't people consider what could happen if armies of farm animals united in revolt?

When Murder Road finally carved its way out of the blood-drop bushes, the world opened up into fields and hills, green, green, eerily green against a sky stacked with clouds that couldn't decide if they wanted to rain or just sit there ominously. And she knew those dots all over the green were sheep and cows.

Probably discussing war strategy.

She'd actually seen them hanging around those weird—and okay, a little bit fascinating—stone ruins. Towering, tumbling places that had maybe been castles or forts. A good place for armies of farm animals to plot their revolt.

Maybe it was beautiful in a hang-the-painting-on-your-wall kind of way, but it just wasn't natural. No, it was too natural, she corrected. That was the deal, too much nature, too much open. Even the houses scattered over the endless landscape insisted on decking themselves out with flowers. Everything blooming, colors smashed against colors, shapes against shapes.

She'd even seen clothes hanging on lines like executed prisoners. It was 2060, for God's sake. Didn't people out here own drying units?

And speaking of that—yeah, speaking of that—where was all the air traffic? She'd barely spotted a handful of airtrams, and not a single ad blimp lumbered overhead blasting out its hype on sales.

No subway, no glide carts, no tourists blissfully providing marks for street thieves, no maxibuses farting, no Rapid Cab drivers cursing.

God, she missed New York.

She couldn't even risk driving to take her mind off it, as for some cruel, inexplicable reason people over here insisted on driving on the wrong side of the road.


She was a cop, sworn to protect and serve, so she could hardly get behind the wheel on these death-trap roads where she'd probably end up mowing down innocent civilians. And maybe some farm animals while she was at it.

She wondered if they'd ever get where they were going, and what the odds were of getting there in one piece.

Maybe she should run some probabilities.

The road narrowed again, boxed in again, and Lieutenant Eve Dallas, veteran murder cop, pursuer of psychopaths, serial killers, homicidal deviants, fought to hold back a squeal as her side of the car lightly kissed the hedges.

Her husband of two years—and the reason she'd suggested this leg of their vacation—took his hand off the wheel to pat her thigh. "Relax, Lieutenant."

"Watch the road! Don't look at me, look at the road. Except it's not really a road. It's a track. What are these damn bushes, and why are they here?"

"It's fuchsia. Lovely, aren't they?"

They made her think of blood spatter, possibly resulting from a massacre by a battalion of farm animals.

"They ought to move them away from the stupid road."

"I imagine they were here first."

Ireland wound through his voice a lot more appealingly than the road wound through the countryside.

She risked a glance in his direction. He looked happy, she realized. Relaxed, happy, at ease in a thin leather jacket and T-shirt, his black hair swept back from that amazing face (another killer), his eyes so rich a blue it made the heart ache.

She remembered they'd nearly died together a few weeks before, and he'd been badly wounded. She'd thought—she could still remember that breathless instant when she'd thought she'd lost him.

And here he was, alive and whole. So maybe she'd forgive him for being amused at her expense.


Besides, it was her own fault. She'd suggested they take part of their vacation, their anniversary celebration, here so he could visit the family he'd only recently discovered. She'd been here before, after all.

Of course, that trip she'd taken in a jet-copter.

When he slowed as they entered what could very loosely be called a town, she breathed a little easier.

"Nearly there now," he told her. "This is Tulla. Sinead's farm is a few kilometers from the village."

Okay, they'd made it this far. Ordering herself to settle down, she scooped a hand through her choppy cap of brown hair.

"Look there. The sun's breaking through."

She studied the miserly opening in the gray, and the watery beam that struggled through. "Wow, the light. It's blinding."

He laughed, reached out to smooth a hand over the hair she'd just ruffled. "We're out of our element, Lieutenant. Maybe it's good for us to be out of the norm now and again."

She knew her norm. Death, investigation, the insanity of a city that ran instead of walked, the smells of a cop shop, the rush and the burden of command.

Some of that had become Roarke's norm in the last couple years, she mused. He juggled that with his own world, which was buying, selling, owning, creating pretty much every freaking thing in the known universe.

His beginnings had been as dark and ugly as hers. Dublin street rat, she thought, thief, conniver, survivor of a brutal, murderous father. The mother he'd never known hadn't been so lucky.

From that, he'd built an empire—not always on the sunny side of the law.

And she, cop to the bone, had fallen for him despite the shadows—or maybe because of them. But there was more to him than either of them had known, and the more lived on a farm outside of the little village of Tulla in County Clare.

"We could've taken a copter from the hotel," she said to him.

"I like the drive."

"I know you mean that, so it makes me wonder about you, pal."

"We'll take a shuttle when we leave for Florence."

"No argument."

"And we'll have a candlelight dinner in our suite." He glanced toward her with that relaxed, happy smile. "The best pizza in the city."

"Now you're talking."

"It means a lot to them that we'd come like this—together—for a couple of days."

"I like them," she said of his mother's family. "Sinead, the rest. Vacations are good. I just have to work myself into the mode and stop thinking about what's going on back at Central. What do people do here, anyway?"

"They work, farm, run shops, tend homes and families, go to the pub for a pint and community. Simple doesn't mean unfulfilled."

She let out a little snort. "You'd go crazy here."

"Oh, within a week. We're urban creatures, you and I, but I can appreciate those who make this way their own, who value and support community. Comhar," he added, "that's the Irish word for it. It's particular to the west counties."

There were woods now, sort of looming back from the road, and pretty—if you went for that kind of thing—stretches of fields divided by low walls of rock she imagined had been mined from the pretty fields.

She recognized the house when Roarke turned. It managed to be sprawling and tidy at the same time, fronted with flowers in what Roarke had told her they called a dooryard. If buildings sent off an aura, she supposed this one would be content.

Roarke's mother had grown up here before she'd run off to the bright lights of Dublin. There, young, naive, trusting, she'd fallen in love with Patrick Roarke, had borne his child. And had died trying to save that child.

Now her twin sister ran the house, helped run the farm with the man she'd married, with their children and siblings, parents—the whole brood seemed to root here, in the green.

Sinead stepped out of the house, telling Eve she'd been watching for them. Her gilded red hair framed her pretty face where green eyes warmed in welcome.

It wasn't the connection of blood kin that put that affection on her face, or in the arms she stretched out. It was family. Blood, Eve knew, didn't always mean warmth and welcome.

Sinead caught Roarke in a solid, swaying hug, and as her murmured greeting was in Irish, Eve couldn't understand the words. But the emotion translated.

This was love, open and accepting.

When she turned, Eve found herself caught in the same full-on embrace. It widened her eyes, shifted her balance.

"Fáilte abhaile. Welcome home."

"Thanks. Ah…;"

"Come in, come in. We're all in the kitchen or out the back. We've enough food to feed the army we are, and thought we'd have a picnic, as you've brought such nice weather."

Eve cast a glance up at the sky, and supposed there were degrees of nice weather, depending where you stood on the planet.

"I'll have one of the boys fetch your bags and take them up to your room. Oh, it's good to see your faces. We're all here now. We're all home."

They were fed and feted, surrounded and questioned. Eve managed the names and faces by imagining them all as suspects on a murder board—even the ones who todd...

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NYPSD Lieutenant Eve Dallas must discover who's preying on those who cater to the rich and famous in the new novel by #1 New York Times bestselling author J.D. Robb.

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  • Poche: 384 pages
  • Editeur : Berkley; Édition : Reprint (29 mars 2011)
  • Collection : In Death
  • Langue : Anglais
  • ISBN-10: 0425240460
  • ISBN-13: 978-0425240465
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1 internautes sur 1 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile  Par Gail Cooke le 8 janvier 2011
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Susan Ericksen has won not only acclaim but an army of fans with her narrations of J. D. Robb's In Death series. She has become the voice of the
Eve and Roarke adventures, bringing to these stories not only the ultimate in professionalism but added suspense and emotion.

We're usually treated to the stories in this series twice a year, and each time the latest is said to be the best - we'll say it again INDULGENCE IN DEATH is prime Robb and Ericksen.

As many know Eve is a homicide detective who knows no fear and is married to Roarke, one very wealthy guy. Obviously, Eve doesn't have to risk everything to find killers; she could simply relax and enjoy the high life. But trying to keep NYC safe is her calling. And there are times that seems an impossibility - this is one of them.

We find Eve and Roarke on holiday in Ireland, but too soon it's a return to the City and a gruesome series of crimes. The recently deceased seem to have no connection to one another, and they were killed by rather bizarre means - a crossbow, a bayonet. Eve knows the killer will strike again but how to find out where or when?

- Gail Cooke
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Solid Entry in a Great Series 2 novembre 2010
Par Mary Kate - Publié sur Amazon.com
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Let me say right off the bat that, if you're new to the In Death books, I strongly suggest you start with the first book in the series, Naked in Death, and read the series in order. Watching Lt. Eve Dallas and Roarke meet, fall in love and work to create a relationship while struggling to come to terms with their horrendous childhoods is one of the most rewarding aspects of this series. Readers who have shared their journey from the beginning will, I believe, enjoy the series much more than those who start somewhere mid-stream.

That said, Indulgence in Death is the 31st book in J.D. Robb's terrific futuristic cop series and it starts out in Ireland with three of my favorite (and, IMO, not overly used) In Death scenarios: Eve and Roarke on vacation, Eve exposed to the countryside and all of the terrors it holds - cows! sheep! roosters! (oh my!) - and Eve doing something wonderfully loving and perfect for Roarke, which tends to get me a bit teary-eyed. The vacation is short-lived, though, and as soon as Eve is back in her comfort zone in NYC, a new case once again takes center stage. Odd murder weapons and victims that were at the top of their game are two aspects of a series of murders that send Eve and Peabody on a search for one of the scariest kinds of killer - one who kills solely for the thrill of it.

While not one of my top five favorites in the series, Indulgence in Death is a solid entry. Robb's superb pacing, her wonderful balance of dialogue and narrative and her ability to consistently weave plots that keep me guessing about either the murderer, the motive or the method (though rarely all three) are all at work here. As with all the In Death books, the mystery, for me, is only part of the appeal. The characters, their growth (or lack of it) and their relationships with one another are of equal importance. Eve in particular, continues to fascinate me and, in the last few books, I've felt that she is showing real growth in understanding others and in reaching out to them to provide the type of support or friendship they might need (Morris comes immediately to mind). I believe this deepening of her non-Roarke relationships to be great for her all-around emotional well-being and I'm glad to see it.

I consider the In Death books to be an almost perfect mixture of intrigue, police procedural, romance, humor and heartwarming moments. Opening each book is, for me, a lot like stopping by to visit old friends - the kind of friends I really enjoy spending time with. I love Eve. I love Roarke. I love Peabody. And I like and enjoy renewing my acquaintance with just about everyone else in this world, too. Even after more than 30 books, the series remains one of my favorites.

Happily recommended.
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Here's My Problem.... 2 novembre 2010
Par Renee - Publié sur Amazon.com
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Frankly, the last two or three entries into the "In Death" series have sent me racing back to re-read some of the earlier books in the collection: Naked in Death, Rapture In Death, Holiday In Death, Betrayal in Death, etc. And this new title, "Indulgence in Death," continues the trend for me.

Interestingly, for the first quarter or so of the book, I didn't think this would be the case. "J.D. ROBB IS BACK!" I thought as the book immediately drew me into the narrative by opening with Roarke and Eve's visit to Ireland to visit Roarke's family. In this early section of the book, Robb creates a beautifully written, and oftentimes humorous and witty, set piece that speaks to love and family and friendship and the growth of Roarke and Eve, both separately and together. And in reading these early pages of "Indulgence," (which could often be quite moving), I became aware that somewhere along the way, while reading every single book in the series since the first in 1995, it was these elements that came to be most dear to me and are now crucial to my enjoyment of each new installment.I'm interested in finding out about the growth and development of the characters we've all come to know and love through 30-plus entries. Not only Eve and Roarke, mind you, but the people who impact their lives: Peabody, Mira, Mavis, Feeney, Summerset, McNab, Nadine, Charles, Louise and all the rest. The murder mystery elements? Perhaps not so much.

Now, to be fair, I should note that in the new book there is a point where a murder takes place in Ireland, but that crime and the investigation that subsequently takes place serves to illuminate the growing maturity of Eve more than anything else, and is really well done. But generally speaking, the murder mysteries in the last few "In Death" books have not been doing it for me. They often feel rather stale and written almost by rote. I'm no longer being drawn into or engaged by this element of Robb's storytelling. Been-there-done-that -- which is maybe why this latest book -- once it gets to the point where Eve and Roarke return from Ireland and get back to the central crimes committed in this installment -- didn't hold my attention nearly as much as the earlier chapters did. Instead, it took me away from the people I really wanted to read about or gave a damn about.

In the earlier books, Robb was exceptionally good at hitting just the right balance between the personal and the professional (Eve's cases/Roarke's empire), and it is for this reason that I've not grown tired of re-reading many of them. I hope she finds this balance again really soon. I'm not ready to give up on this beloved series. Yet!
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Indulge in this in death 6 novembre 2010
Par Amy R. - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Relié Achat vérifié
JD Robb's In death series is the only long running series that continues to excite and keeps one interested even after 30+ books and anthology short stories. I started at the beginning with Naked in Death and continue to read this series when a new book or short story is released. That will only occur in November and February ever year and it is long wait from Feb to Nov. Every time that I read this series is like catching up with old friends to see what is going on in their lives. You could say that the In Death series is an indulgence for me since I rarely buy books in print (love my kindle) and this is one of the few series that I still do.

Indulgence starts off with Roarke and Eve off on a 2nd anniversary vacation to Ireland to see Roarke's Irish relatives. It is nice to see them among family and relaxing for once. Of course, murder never sleeps and always follows our famous homicide detective around even on vacation in Ireland.

On her first day back in NY, Eve catches a new homicide case. Someone is killing people who offer services to others and are at the top of their respective services. The other catch in these murders are that the victims are killed with some unique weapon. It is like the game of clue. Who did it, where did they do it, and with what weapon? The killer or killers are figured out fairly quickly and most of the book is spent on getting the evidence to prove the crimes committed. It keeps you interested because you want to know how Eve and her team wraps it all up.

I always enjoy the books in the in death series and indulgence is no different. The one thing you do see is the growth and maturity of the characters since the beginning in the series with Naked. Eve and Roarke are comfortable in themselves and their marriage. They understand each other and you can see the love for each other. They still fight like all good couples and are both controlling in their respective careers but they have learned to compromise on somethings. They have grown in their relationships with others as well. You see this in the interaction with Roarke's Irish relatives and the friends that have come to be their family. Feeney, Dr Mira, Peabody, McNabb, Whitney, Baxter, Trueheart, Morris, Summerset, Louise and Charles all make appearances and help with the case. These people have become Eve and Roarke's family.

I can't wait until the anthology short story at the end of Nov and the new in death in Feb. I do recommend to start at the very beginning with Naked if you are new to this series. You will not be disappointed in this series. It is one of the few long running series that is still fresh, has character growth, and exciting even after 30+ books.
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Good mystery, excellent character development 5 novembre 2010
Par Jem - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Relié
Though I enjoy the mysteries, it's not the main reason I love the In Death series. What makes it special is the relationships Eve has with other characters and how that impacts her investigations. Though this mystery was not particularly inventive, it gave Eve reason to interact with a lot of characters with great results. There's a fair amount of humor in most of the series, but this one seemed to go to the next level. I quite literally laughed out loud many times throughout the story.

The book opens with Eve and Roarke in Ireland on a long overdue vacation. This part of the book was outright fantastic because we see their relationship evolving. The dialog clearly demonstrates how much they are coming to understand one another. However, other characters also get a boost. The last few books had Roarke taking such a large role in the mystery that others, like Peabody, were pushed into the background. Though this is good occasionally, I was glad to see Peabody come front and center again for this mystery. Even better, Peabody is starting to step out of Eve's shadow. She takes more initiative, and even provides some insight into the case that Eve missed! It was a welcome development - moving them more toward equal partners. The mystery itself was not very deep, and I figured it out even more quickly than normal, but all the character development more than made up for it. I simply could not put it down, and read straight through.

Overall, another very satisfying book from Robb that has me eagerly anticipating the next one. Highly recommended to series' fans.
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Not worth the wait 12 novembre 2010
Par Slondon - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Relié
I love the In-death series and I have been counting the days until I could dig into Indulgence in Death. I re-read the entire series waiting for this release! I read Indulgence in Death as soon as it hit the shelf and almost instantly I was struck by the fact that it didn't seem to have the same voice as other In Death books. My first criticism is that unlike her other books--all which have unique stories, this one is the same story as Seduction in Death. A sick competition between two long time friends involving the planned murders of mainly women, with a couple of male victims to make the story just a slight bit different. THe book started in Ireland with Roarke and Eve visiting his family, and I kept waiting for something to tie back to Ireland. A lovely anniversary present for Roarke was left tangling with no seeming relation to the rest of the story. A BBQ for Morris was planned, but the event didn't appear in the book despite the fact that the event had some interesting promise--The priest from Salvation in Death was going to be Morris' guest. The interview of the second suspect never happened. Charles appears once in the story but never again. The suspects apparently displeased their parents, yet we don't see any attempt to interview family members other than ex-spouses. Roarke doesn't use his unregistered computer at all--also very unusual. And almost no run-ins between Eve and Somerset! There were so many dangling events which felt like compositional errors that I agree with an earlier reviewer--this didn't seem like it was written by JD Robb/Nora. It was formulaic, a slightly new twist on a prior book. I am not giving up on this series yet, but this wasn't worth the wait.
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