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Duet: a performance by two.
But who is acting, and who is devolving?
A buried past is unearthed, and Grayson Sullivan—AKA The Angel of Maine—retaliates against the system who made him, deploying psychological warfare on the woman who initially set him free. Dr. London Noble probes deep into the mind of the killer she’s fallen for, searching for answers, as a copycat killer threatens their unity. Are they partners, lovers, or enemies? One final trap will reveal all.
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Seduced by the dark forces, that connect them. The game has changed or maybe this was the intention all along. Either way Born, Madly read differently than Born, Darkly. Where Born, Darkly was thrilling and full of chilling danger. Born, Madly was a calculated slow poisonous injection of truth.
Born, Madly is an investigation of truths delving deep in the past. The root of all the madness is revealed. Every intention is laid out.
Born, Madly forges a partnership with two unlikely allies. Hunting killers with unexpected twists and turns. Evolving characters with new tactics and new chess pieces. This has become a sadistic game between investigators, criminals, and doctors. I quite like how all these characters play an intricate part in the story adding additional layers. I like how these characters found the missing puzzle pieces in each other’s truth. It’s great when individuals recognize the fears and accept the fears in others. Addressing the past was the key to closure.
There was definitely a shift in this book compared to the previous one. The mood is completely different with the impending investigation and a copy cat killer mimicking Grayson’s MO(signature or pattern).
Trisha is a clever and calculated writer adding unexpected twists and surprises every step of the way. The key was one of those hidden gems she carefully inserted in the story.
While I appreciated the way the story unfolded with her creative mind I still wasn’t enthralled in the process. Something was missing. I wasn’t captivated by the story nor was I flipping pages quickly. I liked it. But I wasn’t engulfed in the story.