Believe Me by J.P. Delaney

Book Description:

Published: July 24, 2018

Format: Audio/OverDrive

A struggling actor, a Brit in America without a green card, Claire needs work and money to survive. Then she gets both. But nothing like she expected.

Claire agrees to become a decoy for a firm of divorce lawyers. Hired to entrap straying husbands, she must catch them on tape with their seductive propositions. The rules? Never hit on the mark directly. Make it clear you’re available, but he has to proposition you, not the other way around. The firm is after evidence, not coercion. The innocent have nothing to hide.

Then the game changes.

When the wife of one of Claire’s targets is violently murdered, the cops are sure the husband is to blame. Desperate to catch him before he kills again, they enlist Claire to lure him into a confession.

Claire can do this. She’s brilliant at assuming a voice and an identity. For a woman who’s mastered the art of manipulation, how difficult could it be to tempt a killer into a trap? But who is the decoy . . . and who is the prey?

Review –

“A disgraced British actress named Claire Wright comes to the United States, sans green card, looking for work. Her agent gives her the bad news. “The days we took the huddled masses yearning to be free are long over.” She ends up working for a divorce lawyer, setting up stings to entrap unfaithful husbands by pretending to be a high-priced hooker. Then one of her prospective clients is found dead beneath a bloody sheet in a hotel room. Primary suspect: the woman’s husband, a Columbia University professor and the translator of Baudelaire’s book of S&M poetry, Les Fleurs du Mal. The police suspect he’s a serial killer, with previous Baudelaire-inspired murders under his belt, ha ha. They have Claire go undercover to lure this guy into a confession. It’s the role of her career, one she throws herself into so wholeheartedly she loses track of what is real and what is masquerade, ending up madly in love with her target. After many twists and pseudo-reveals, she ends up first in a mental institution and then with a starring role in My Heart Laid Bare, the suspected killer’s off-Broadway show based on a nasty incident in the life of Baudelaire. “Who is the real Claire Wright? The one sitting here with her precious green card and permit in front of her, exchanging pleasantries with the man who provided it? Or the one who fell for the darkness she sensed deep inside the only man she couldn’t seduce?” An unreliable-narrator setup works best when the character believes her own story or is lying intentionally to other characters in the book. When it mostly means that the narrator deliberately conceals key facts from the reader for no purpose other than to create confusion and suspense, it feels a little cheesy. The author confesses in an afterword that she wrote and published this book decades prior to last year’s bestseller, The Girl Before, but it didn’t do very well, so she’s trying again with a rewrite.

The best parts of this book were written in the middle of the 19th century by Charles Baudelaire.” Kirkus Review

Didn’t care for this book at all. It was too convoluted and I gave it three stars.

My Love is Gone

 

 

My Love is Gone

 

i still remember looking into his dark

brown eyes and begging him not to go.

he dried my tears and said that

he would never forget me.

there was nothing i could do to stop him –

and to think i loved him so.

 

written by me  12/15/1966

Not As Bad As You Think

 

 

Not As Bad As You Think

 

don’t take it so hard –

it could be worse –

the sun could never shine

and the sky could always be gray –

but look at it this way darling –

i love you

and it was meant to be.

i couldn’t love but now i can

and i always will.

so during the hard times

think of me

and you’ll discover life

isn’t as bad as you think.

 

written by me 2/27/1968

Me

 

 

Me

 

the window glass is as clear

as their minds –

and it’s a good thing men can’t

be arrested for what they’re

thinking –

for everyone would be living their

lives away in cages.

but isn’t that where they belong?

 

the world is my cage –

and the sky is my keeper.

my inmates are my thoughts and

the emotions of my heart.

my life is mine and no one

can turn my head.

be happy –

leave your tears inside –

put on a mask that smiles

and leave your cage door

open for

me.

 

written by me 5/02/1967

 

 

No In-between

 

 

 

 

No In-between

 

write about love,

why should i?

what do i know of love?

who has ever loved me?

and whom have i ever loved?

ask me about hate

and i could write volumes.

that is something i have experienced.

hate is the absence of love

and if you are not loved,

then you are hated –

because there is no in-between.

 

Love is a fad.

People love just to be in style

and when the day comes that it’s

“in” to be hated –

i’ll be the first to be in style.

i don’t mind,

this way there is no pain.

or is there?

 

written by me 4/30/1967