“I don’t enjoy violence. I’m just—” She shrugged. “—good at it.”
She comes to life in a place she’d never have been caught dead: The stage of a strip club. Aghast, confounded, she turns to bolt, only to find herself staring into a wall of floor-to-ceiling mirrors. Her heart slams with panic. Because that is not her face! When the bouncers turn aggressive, and won’t let her leave, she fights her way to freedom with skills she didn’t know she had.
When Freddie meets the woman with no name—an amnesiac—he’s hopeful that his life of loneliness has finally come to an end. Edgy, eccentric, and brutally beautiful, she is the most uniquely fascinating—and uniquely broken—woman he’s ever met.
But hidden in the past she can’t remember are threats that prove perilous to forget. Every door they open in pursuit of her identity only leads to three others, behind each of which something sinister lurks.
She talks in her sleep: Sea level. Desalt. Drawer number seven. What could it possibly mean? Uttered once, probably nothing. But for months on end? It has to mean something.
Who is this woman who has no name? And just how far is Freddie willing to go for love? Will he die for it?
Will he kill?
“…a multi layered, heart-wrenching, and mysterious thriller…”
“…A ‘prop the pillows up and get a cup of tea’ reading session…I stayed up until daylight to finish it.”
“An action thriller with heart…”
“What do you get when you cross weird scientific discoveries worthy of Clive Cussler, characters with Jack Reacher-like coolness and skills combined with the plot and story complexity of a Tom Clancy novel? Drawer #7.”
Mystery Meets Action-Packed Thriller and Beyond!
I loaded “Drawer #7” by Jeff Wade into my Kindle fairly late at night, telling myself I’d read the initial first few pages to get a “feel” for the story, and then save it for the next day for a good, long sort of “scheduled read.” This turned into a “prop the pillows up and get a cup of tea” reading session and I stayed up until daylight to finish it. This was a worthwhile decision and an excellent late night-to-early morning reading ride, with all the drama, just enough mind-bending psychological thrills to keep it moving, but not enough that it was overdone or inauthentic, and then there was the drama, all the drama. Did I mention the drama? It, too, was the perfect mix, and not overly precocious, but just right, realistic, true to life, the stuff that our daily dreams and nightmares are made of. I had difficulty deciding if this was a mystery, an action-packed psychological thriller, a romance, or something betwixt and involving all the betweens. I thoroughly enjoyed “meeting” all the characters, “getting to know them” as the storyline progressed, and then trying to factor in whether loved them or hated them. This, too, was very realistic and true to daily life, in that we’re always trying to figure out that fine line between love and hate. Wade kept me questioning this or that angle, all the way to the end—like I said, until the sun came up—and the book was well worth that time and delightful reading effort, for sure.