I’m not quite sure how to rate this one, because while I don’t necessarily agree with friends and other reviewers about the pace and entertainment value of the novel, I’m not exactly sold on this series. I’d go with 3.5 stars (I wish GR would allow that option), mostly because there was no sex (don't mind it in general but I have to actually be rooting for the couple) and because I enjoyed the investigation and uncovering of clues.
All in All, Say You're Sorry is your garden variety romantic suspense novel, complete with gender roles, battle-tested but seriously outmoded tropes, stock characters, unimaginative murder motives and "twists" you can see from miles away.
Were I even remotely interested or invested in the romance, I'd be disappointed, as there was little to no chemistry between the would be couple.
Their budding "relationship" basically boils down to “watchful alpha protector supervises and shakes his paternal finger at small and feminine lady lawyer,” and that's hardly heartthrob material.
Add to that some inconsistent characterization, convenient plot devices and some superfluous and hastily resolved subplots and you've got something that tries and fails utterly to distinguish itself from an eighty’s era Linda Howard, Tami Hoag, Sandra Brown or Nora Roberts stand alone.
With regard to gender, Lee tries occasionally to reassure us that her heroine is a capable and independent woman, but the steering, guiding, covering and multiple instances of shielding Morgan tolerates say the opposite.
Her depiction of Morgan as some “natural,” naïve, logic averse female who A, cries, trembles and freezes at the sight of unpleasant things, B, needs leading and looking after and C, embodies gender appropriate strength (the kind that widows and/or overworked housewives are often said to show in the face of heavy domestic and family responsibilities), only compounds things.
Morgan’s half-hearted and easily quashed shows of assertiveness, surprise self-defense training and gun (there is zero mention of her having or being given a gun at any earlier point in the story) in the last quarter of the book don’t really fly, because she spends most of the book allowing herself to be tended, led and lectured and dissolving into a pile of “human” response whenever anything dicey happens.
The ole damsel in distress trope was the final nail, but it was Morgan’s refusal to acknowledge her own heroism that hammered it in.
Also, at one point, I got the impression that writing Lance as a high-handed, hyper-vigilant and overprotective paternal figure was Lee’s sole strategy for capturing the essence of what constitutes “real” manliness.
To continue, I never got the sense that Morgan was in any real danger. Aside from some rather underwhelming “incidents” and occasional threatening thoughts from the killer, most of what I understood of the “threat” was filtered through Lance’s sexist paranoia.
The mystery was compelling but, as is sometimes the case, I identified the killer fairly quickly.
The motive was as…I’ll be charitable and say classic, as it was sickening.
Ultimately, this first installment of the Morgan Dane series was at once entertaining and irritating. Three stars.