Susan Kearney used to set herself on fire four times a day, now a USA TODAY—BESTSELLING author, she does something really hot—she writes paranormal romance and romantic suspense for Tor. She can apply the old rule of "write what you know" and never run out of ideas for characters and plots. An All-American and professional diver, expert in martial arts, sailor, real estate broker and owner of a barter business as well as women's fitness and three hair salons, she has enough material for a lifetime.
Kearney, a native of New Jersey, writes full time and has sold books to the industries' top publishing houses — Grand Central, Tor, Simon & Schuster, Harlequin, Berkley, Leisure, Red Sage and Kensington. As an award winning author, Kearney earned a Business Degree from the University of Michigan. Kearney's knowledge and experience spans throughout the romance genre, and her fifty plus books include contemporary, romantic suspense, historical, futuristic, science fiction and paranormal novels. She resides in a suburb of Tampa—with her husband, kids and Boston terrier. Currently she's plotting her way through her 54th work of fiction.
In the first three pages of this book, Jasmine Ross' house is set on fire, Jasmine receives a long-lost letter revealing the identity of her father, and she goes to his home and is informed that he's dead. By the end of Chapter One, the hero has offered her a job (since she ran a company out of her house) and a place to stay, even though he doesn't know her in the least. At this point, I'm thinking, "Woah! I'm all for fast openings, but this is ridiculous." The entire book unfolds like that, with Kearney throwing one implausible event after another at us with no sense of narrative tension or rhythm. (Jasmine's standing on the sidewalk watching her house burn and the mailman just happens to walk by at that exact moment with the letter that's been missing for 25 years. Uh huh.)
The romantic subplot has Jasmine falling for her father's attorney, Rand Sinclair. Well, falling might be giving Kearney too much credit, since it's less than 100 pages into it (and Jasmine's only been there one day) before our heroine sighs that she's in love with this man. Again, that was fast. It also doesn't leave for much else to happen for the rest of the book. The bad guy couldn't be more obvious, and that goes double for the revelations about Jasmine's parents that allow for the required happy ending. Some of the moments where someone appears to be gaslighting Jasmine are suitably creepy, though far too many of them are just dumb. (If someone tells you not to lose a key, would you leave it in the attic door and walk away? If so, you deserve to come back and find the key missing and the door shut. Duh.) Kearney has proven she can write some good books (check out "Lullaby Deception" on that count) but this certainly isn't one of them. Obvious, predictable, underwritten, and stunningly absurd, "Priority Male" is bad in every sense of the word.