Shattered Bones - Kate Bendelow

This is my first Kate Bendelow book.

I have to say I throughly enjoyed it, the reader of this audiobook did a great job and it really made the book for me. The voices were amazing and really allowed you to fine fine tiune the characters.

The book itself is the 2nd in a series, which you only noticed in a few parts. I was actually giggling in some parts of the story, it was nice to have some laughs in a crime book.

I really liked the story and the whose done it narrative. There were twists and turns galore.

Really enjoyable and will hunting out book number one in the series.

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