Driven to Ink, by Karen E. Olson
Finished 4-4-12, rating 4/5, mystery, 299 pages, pub. 2010
Brett, intrepid tattoo artist and shop owner, loans her car to Sylvia and Bernie so they can get married, the drive-through style only found in Las Vegas. When Brett returns home and looks in the car she discovers a dead body in the trunk (I would normally say she was surprised to discover, but I don’t think she can be surprised by all the dead bodies she comes in contact with anymore). Sylvia and Bernie are nowhere to be found and Jeff, Sylvia’s son and Brett’s tattoo nemesis turned friend, is worried enough to go looking for them. When he can’t find them he takes Brett as his fake bride-to-be to That’s Amore wedding chapel to do a little digging. What they find is that the singing Dean Martins appear to be dying off. Brett sticks her nose where it doesn’t belong, again, and finds herself in a mess that forces her detective brother to babysit.
Is there anything more Vegas than competing drive-through wedding chapels, one side serenading Dean Martins and across the street singing Elvis’s? I do love the setting for this series. The Strip and it’s underbelly really does feel like a main character.
Brett is just as strong and nosy as ever and I still admire her spunk. The love interest that dumped her at the end of the last book is back and the spark is rekindled, only that doesn’t mean it will work out, there are other possibilites.
I loved the first of the series, really liked the second and liked this one. The problem is it felt a little too similar to the other two for me to be blown away. That’s not to say that I’m not eager for the next one, I am. I find these books so fast and easy and entertaining that they are perfect for the limited time I have to read these days.
In my review of the last book I mentioned that I felt like Brett may be getting too many tattoos and the author, Karen E Olson stopped by and left this comment:
The Napoleon tattoo is near and dear to Brett’s heart, since the painting is by her favorite neoclassicist artist, Jaques Louis David. It’s a copy of the painting of him on his horse climbing the Alps. Look it up online. It’s very cool. Thanks much for the great review! I’m thrilled you’re loving my books!
So I looked it up and it is pretty cool. Click here to see what Brett had tattooed on her leg. I think that if I ever do dare to get a tatto I might start with something smaller, but then I’m not Brett Kavenaugh, who can obviously pull this off!
I checked this book out of he library.