Perfectly Innocent by Tamra Lassiter
Publication Date: October 14, 2015
Innocent or guilty—there’s nothing perfect about it.
When a horrific crime occurs in her home, she meets Logan Matthews, a police detective working the case. When Phoebe herself is charged with the murder, can she trust Logan? Can she, and should she let him into her life?
3.5 of 5 Stars
Phoebe is struggling to move on with her life after divorcing her husband who was living a secret life behind her back. Still having trouble understanding the fact that she really didn't know him at all in the end. She is merely going through the motions of life, trying to date and get back out there but still very weary on letting anyone get close.
When she arrived home to find something has happened in her home, she took charge called 911 and stood firm instead of running out screaming. Finding herself charged with murder, she is not willing to sit back and let the police do their job, she starts looking into some things all on her own. In meeting Detective Logan Matthews she feels a strange draw to him but she is afraid to let him in, no longer trusting her judgement.
Logan immediately finds himself wanting to console Phoebe and feeling that she is innocent. This is getting in his way of doing his job. There is an odd pull that keeps him going to her, even though the current evidence is leading to her, he refuses to believe it.
Is Logan willing to put his career on the side and let his heart take over for once? Will Phoebe let him in? What actually happened on that horrible night?
I have not listened to many audio books, and will admit it was a little different listening instead of reading and fliping pages.
*** Advanced copy provided in exchange for an honest review. ***
I thought that I’d imagined the sound, but there it is again. A muffled gurgle…maybe. Then silence.
Not a sound that belongs in my home.
I think of fleeing.
The urge to see where it’s coming from is too great. Besides, it doesn’t sound threatening. How stupid would I feel if I called someone to help me, and it was just the dishwasher overflowing or something equally frightening?
I breathe in deeply, taking my fortification from the air around me and then release it slowly. My heartbeat echoes in my ears.
I take my first steps, moving gingerly toward the back of the house. Goosebumps wash over my arms.
The sound echoes again.
Why am I being so ridiculous? Get your butt in there and see what the problem is.
It probably isn’t even that loud, anyway. It just seems that way because it doesn’t belong. I expel a breath and get on with it. My courage renewed, I ignore the bumps of warning on my arms, take the turn into the kitchen…and fall to my knees.
Hysteria bubbles to the surface of my being.
My breaths now escape as rough sobs.
A black cloud forms around my vision, but I push it away as I try to assess the sight before me.
There’s blood—so much blood—in pools and smears on my white floor.
And a man.
Just lying there.
Something protruding from his chest.
I choke back the bile that’s building in my throat. It’s too late to turn back. I crawl to him slowly on shaky limbs. I sway, dizzy from the sight before me.
His chest rises and falls, revealing the source of the sound.
Is he alive?
About Tamra LassiterI live outside Washington, D.C. with my wonderfully supportive husband and two daughters, one of which is approaching her teenage years. Help us all! If that isn’t enough, we have a Great Dane and an English Bulldog to keep us on our toes. It’s crazy around here and I love every minute of it!
Writing is my third career. I didn't set out to be a writer, it was just meant to be. My Mechanical Engineering degree from Virginia Tech prepared me well for my first career as an Engineer/Program Manager. My second career was in Human Resources. Long story, but I figured it out. I believe the best start for a writing career is to be a reader first and I’ve been an avid reader my whole life. I've loved to read ever since I picked up my first Nancy Drew mystery in the fourth grade. Now I love reading just about everything, but I don’t read sad books and I don’t watch sad movies either for that matter, no matter how many awards they’ve won. Life’s too short and who needs all that strife to bring us down?
Many of my words have been penned late into the evening, which explains why I’ve never viewed whatever television show you recommend to me. I would, however, love to hear your recommendations for a great read!