Full review at Smart Bitches, Trashy Books 
 My name is Elyse, and I'm a Nora Roberts virgin. Well, I was; I punched that v-card reading The Liar. I have to say losing my Nora virginity was more enjoyable and less awkward than losing my actual virginity. 
 Also, like every old skool historical heroine, I feel like only Nora can give me what I want again. Witness my credit card bill, full of Nora one-click buys. 
 The thing I loved about The Liar was that it's the perfect blend of suspense and romance for me. The mystery was there but enhanced rather than overshadowed the romance. Also the suspense hinged more on OMG WTF just happened versus OMG entrails on the kitchen floor (Mr. Clean isn't taking care of that, you know). 
 There is also so much house porn in this book. My version of interior decorating is to paint the walls and install some bookshelves (my mom recently asked when I was going to start decorating my bathroom-I was finished) and DIY and HGTV hold zero interest for me. However, if listening to a hero discuss installing granite countertops, a steam shower or custom cabinetry makes your panties drop, buy this book. 
 I was basically agog at all the things Roberts did in The Liar-discussions of abuse, of building a life, small town romance, suspense-my gogs can't even right now. I thought the end was predictable and the scenes with Callie a little saccharine sweet, but I enjoyed all 411 pages immensely. 
 I'm now on to Dance Upon the Air and a full on Nora addiction-and I'm not going back. 
 - Elyse