Her voice was like whiskey, smooth and potent, but it was her contradictions that fascinated Detective Boyd Fletcher—the vulnerability beneath her tough-as-nails facade. Late-night radio announcer Cilla O’Roarke was being threatened by a caller, and it was Boyd’s job to protect her no matter what. But the sultry deejay was getting under his skin, and the undeniable attraction that sizzled between them concerned the detective…because anything could happen on the Night Shift.

I had the audiobook performed by Kate Rudd and I must say her voice is perfect for radio! She perfectly played the radio hostess Cilla and while the book wasn’t that great, her performance was amazing.

The Story

Written for Silhouette’s Intimate Moments line, Night Shift is an early Nora Roberts’ romance and the first in the Night Tales series. While I didn’t expect to be blown away by the story, I was hoping to be passably entertained. Unfortunately, those hopes were dashed fairly early on. I got a little taste of what was to come in the second paragraph of the first page:

“Her voice was like hot whiskey, smooth and potent. Rich, throaty, touched with the barest whisper of the South, it might have been fashioned for the airwaves. Any man in Denver who was tuned in to her frequency would believe she was speaking only to him.”

It did not continue any better. The plot was formulaic and it repeated itself over and over and over again until I actually was rooting for the killer to step up and do the deed. The story goes like this: night DJ receives repeated calls from derranged psychopath, gets the police involved, receives more calls, police supervise, receives more calls, police tries to find him, receives more calls, she falls for the rich detective, receives more calls.

I skipped the audio a few chapters as I couldn’t bear the boring plot not seeming to go anywhere. I had to suffer through Cilla’s lame hang-ups and excuses for why she can’t be in a relationship.

She continually left out much-needed information that could help the cops figure out who was behind the threats to her life. Instead, her constant excuses were, “I didn’t think of it” or “I didn’t think it was important” or other such bullcrap that made me want to slap her silly (if she wasn’t already that way).  Detective Boyd wasn’t bad but he didn’t really make a lasting impression either. From the physical description, it sounds like he might have been moulded after Clint Eastwood.

Needless to say, the romance wasn’t very interesting and bored me more often than not. Boyd pursues and Cilla wiffle-waffles throughout the whole book. She’s healed after one night in Boyd’s bed and then remembers her “reasons” for not getting serious. He’s in love with her after one day (I exaggerate, but only slightly), when they hadn’t even had very many conversations to get to know each other, which I suppose isn’t very important if, I don’t know, you want to spend the rest of your lives together. Not to mention, I never got the impression that Cilla was ever in love with him, even at the end. So much tell and no show.

I didn’t like the blatant sexism present throughout the book but then again, this was written in the 90s where they still had fax and pay phones!