Fresh Meat: Karen E. Olson’s Ink Flamingos

Ink Flamingos by Karen E. Olson
Ink Flamingos by Karen E. Olson
Looking back, there’s a good chance I owe my taste in mysteries to the fact that I watched a lot of Moonlighting as a kid. You know, that old ABC show starring Cybill Shepherd and Bruce Willis as private detectives? The writing was sharp and funny, and the mysteries were light, but always intrigued. And then there was that fabulous chemistry between David and Maddie. Should they, or shouldn’t they? Will they, or won’t they? And if they do, will it ruin everything?

Lots of the books I read can lay claim to having good writing and compelling mysteries, but that last thing? The chemistry part? That’s a lot harder to find. Not that many authors choose to incorporate that kind of romantic entanglement into their books, and even fewer do it successfully.

Karen E. Olson and her Tattoo Shop Mysteries are an exception to that rule. From Olson’s new release, Ink Flamingos, here’s tattoo artist Brett Kavanaugh on her friend-slash-rival-slash-potential-love-interest Jeff Coleman:

Jeff Coleman and I had a complicated relationship. It had morphed from totally disliking each other to grudgingly respecting each other to a weird sort of friendship. He gave me the koi tattoo on my arm, and I tattooed “That’s Amore” on his shoulder, below a scar from a bullet he’d taken for me.

Like David and Maddie, Brett and Jeff have a thing. Only, see, they don’t want to admit they have a thing. Unless, of course, the other person admits they have a thing first:

“So, Kavanaugh,” Jeff said, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. “Are we going to talk about it?”

I knew what he was referring to, but I played stupid. “What?”

“This thing between us.”

“What thing?”

“You know. We’ve got a thing.”

“We do not have a thing,” I said, and the elevator doors opened.

We stepped inside, and we were trapped together for the moment. I couldn’t get away.

But he didn’t say anything. Not until the elevator doors opened into the lobby. As I started out, he touched my arm and said, “We do have a thing.” And then we stepped out into the lobby.

They love each other. They hate each other. They love that they hate each other, and they hate that they love each other. Their exchanges are fraught with sexual tension and witty banter, and sure, that’s entertaining and all, but underneath it all runs a current of vulnerability that serves to give their characters depth:

Jeff chuckled. “You really don’t think it’s because we’ve got a thing?” he teased. “Because we don’t. You said so.”

So maybe I was wrong, but I started to seethe. This was totally why wecouldn’t have a thing. Because I hated him. Because he drove me crazy.

Right. That kiss had driven me crazy.

He wasn’t my type. And he was too old. He had to be at least ten years older than me. He smoked. Or at least he had smoked. His lungs must be black from all that smoking. His nose was a little off-kilter, as though it had been broken at some point, his smile crooked, his eyes a bright blue. So maybe I’d noticed his eyes. How kind they could be. How they flashed when he was angry. How intense they’d been when I’d given him that tattoo under his bullet scar.

His fingers snapped in front of my face.

“I know I swept you off your feet, Kavanaugh, but you’ve got to stay with the program here.”

I made a face at him and swatted his hand away. “Get over yourself,” I said sharply, surprising myself—and him.

Something akin to hurt flooded those blue eyes, but then quickly cleared and he said, “Look over there.”

I wish more authors would give their detectives a love interest who’s also their sparring partner. Those fireworks? Not only are they fun to read, but they can lift a character off the page and turn them into someone you can care about. And when the murderer-du-jour is behind bars and that final page has been turned, those fireworks are what leave you wanting more—and what sends you scurrying to pre-order that next book.

Ink Flamingos will be released by Berkley Prime Crime tomorrow, and in the meantime, you can check out my full review over at The Season.

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Katrina Niidas Holm loves mysteries. She lives in Maine with her husband, fabulously talented pulp writer Chris F. Holm, and a noisy, noisy cat. She writes reviews for The Season E-Zine and The Maine Suspect, and you can find her on Twitter.

Comments

  1. Julie Summerell

    See, this is something I think I could get into. I love that kind of interaction between characters, and it’s hard to find done well anymore.

    Adding to the pile. You people are costing me serious money.

  2. Donna Cummings

    I love (and miss) Moonlighting. I really love banter, and there just isn’t enough of it! It sounds like this series is exactly what I’m looking for. Thanks for recommending it.

  3. Katrina Niidas Holm

    I need a good dose of witty banter with my murder! This is the first I’ve read of this series, but it certainly won’t be the last. (And Julie: I’m sorry! Well, not really. But kind of.)

  4. sabrina ogden

    I’ve been excited to learn more about this series since you first told me you were reading it. I think this type of chemistry is amazing to read, and I think it’s really hard to find well written chemistry, like the examples you chose, in any series. Not many people can write it just right, and if they can, well, then I’ve failed to find their books =) I was a fan of moonlighting, myself. Unfortunately, my memory of it has hit the sidelines, but after your mention of it today, I can’t wait to find the DVD’s and rewatch the episodes. Both of these items are on my list as a MUST HAVE. Books and DVD’s! Wootz!

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