I can't tell if the author is a stuck-up wealthy bitch and her characters (and the hero) are modeled after her, or if she's taking the piss and secretly wants us to fkn hate Ali Reynolds.
Either way, hate her I do.
There is so little to like about this character that I can't even begin to list her flaws. Suffice to say that she'll never fail to mention if somebody's got designer clothing or furniture, or if somebody's hair or makeup is crap, yet everything in-between is NEVER mentioned.
In fact, many people in these books are NEVER described, yet we know their entire boring goddam history. Seriously, if it has NOTHING to do with the book, do I really care about Bob Soandso from Toluca, who lost his first wife to cancer and then moved to yaddayadda who's in the book for, at most, a page or two? There's simply nothing compelling about the characters... and even if there IS (the gay ex-marine elderly butler is friggin' awesome) then they barely get mentioned other than in whatever capacity they serve the goddam hero.
I've never actually read an author that feels the need to write out the little conversation fillers that don't mean anything. I mean, do I give a rat's ass about what the news anchor says to the on-the-spot reporter? Is "Thanks Trudy, see you in the studio" necessary to put in the book? What the hell is the point of that?!
It's no wonder Jance pumps out a couple of books a year when 90% of them is just writing about somebody that luxuriates in their expensive bathtub after eating perfectly delightful meals from their expensive butler's perfectly manicured hands. These books are like a case study in watching a rich spoiled bitch walk through her life thinking about makeup and where to get lunch and how much she loves her [INSERT NAME BRAND HERE] and how somebody else is wearing [OTHER FASHION ICON HERE].
Some free advice to Judy Jance: If it's not a working part of the story or who the character is on the inside (which, in itself, really is a part of the story) then ditch it. Your books might only be 50 pages, but at least then you'd have something to work with. Right now, I don't give two shits who's got Tiffany lamps and drives a Porsche, because the story surrounding it is mediocre at best. You're boring the shit out of me with page after page of history on Bob Larson (why the use of his full name anyway? Can't you call him "Bob" or "Ali's Dad" after a few chapters?) that has absolutely NOTHING to do with the story. NOTHING!
If your editor cared, he/she would tell you these things. I believe that you have it in you to write good stories, but I'm so utterly disappointed that these not only made it out into print but also apparently onto the NYT Bestseller lists that I can only mourn the time and money I'll never get back after wasting them reading about the shallow and vacuous Ali Reynolds.