Reporter Lisa Mae Sullivan is busy recovering from steamy visits to the local jail. In “The Hit Man’s Lover,” she’s been interviewing Joaquin, a smiling, forthcoming young man who happens to have committed murder for the Border Brothers gang. After months alone together in attorney-room meetings as Joaquin awaits trial, she just ends up, well, doing him. She swears you would, too, if you ever laid eyes on the man.
Despite her intense attraction, Lisa is terrified she’s ruined what’s left of her so-called integrity—she’s practically a damn Quaker, falling for a murderer? Their affair settles into a rocky visiting-room friendship after he’s sentenced to life and Lisa wrestles with the notion of whether a killer can ever find redemption. And worse, after loving him, whether she can.
Lisa brushes such uncomfortable thoughts aside and gets back to reporting. With Joaquin’s help, she traces a thread of FBI corruption in his case that leads all the way to Washington. It isn’t long before one powerful man concocts a plan to throw her in prison, too, under the good old USA Patriot Act.
But in what may be her final days of freedom, what terrifies Lisa most is her inner journey. Because in coming to care for the young hit man, she’s staggered into that hollow place inside her, the reason she spent her career obsessed with violent men.
“The Hit Man’s Lover” is a quirky, literary novel based on a true story—my own.
These are the ones that just kill me.
There's almost enough info to make you think it's got all the right ingredients.
There's a compelling quirky voice.
It's based on a true story is always a downside these days of course, but that's another problem for another day.
But...Im getting the "I was abused as a kid" bell going off in my head and that's so overdone these days I just flat out refuse to read it anymore.