I honestly don’t know why I haven’t featured Lucy Lennox on here before. I totally should’ve, I love her books. King Me is the 7th, I think, book in her Forever Wilde series. I first met the Wildes when I won a copy of Hudson’s Luck from May Archer. Now I own most of the Forever Wilde books and all but one of them in audio. They are totally awesome. Full of all kinds of love and family and all that good stuff.
Here’s the basics of the series. In a little town called Hobie TX, there is a family called the Wildes. There’s Grandpa and Doc, Weston and Liam, respectively. They had four children. Their son Bill, had 10, yes 10, kids, 6 of whom are male. And at the beginning of this book, 4 of whom are all in happy relationships with the men of their dreams. If you want to read the most amazingly beautiful love story I have ever read, I recommend that you go read Wilde Love. It’s Grandpa and Doc’s story, and it made my Grinchy heart grow two sizes.
Anyway, out of those 10 kids that Bill and his wife had, we have King. He’s the middle child, and left Hobie to go to Paris and the Sorbonne. Since then, he rarely goes home. His siblings are all pretty sure that he’s some kind of super-spy, Texas’s version of 007. And that’s what I thought too. Then, I read this book. Instead of being a super-spy, King is one of the best art thieves in the world. While he was at the Sorbonne, he fell with a very bad man, who took advantage of the wonderful person that King was, and then started a relationship with him and trained him to be the thief that he turned out to be. Then, that asshole fucked King over, and left him at a job to take the fall.
That’s where we meet Dirk Falcon, who is not a ’70’s porn star, no matter what his name sounds like. He is an FBI agent who works with Interpol as part of their art theft squad. He gets to the place where King has been left tied up, and he sees King as a victim, because King was working really hard to make himself appear to be so.
Two years later, King is still breaking and entering and snatching art. But, he’s also leaving said stolen goods at the places he just broke into, along with detailed notes about how he did it and suggestions about how to beef up security. Falcon is now chasing him, because he knows that King is the thief, but he can’t pin anything on King.
This book turned into a huge heist story. I love heist stories. I mean, I watch all the Oceans movies over and over because I love how all the plans work. The Italian Job? Yes, please, and for more reasons than the fact that Jason Statham is in it, but that doesn’t hurt. The perfect heist story is a thing of beauty and a joy forever. Let me tell you, this is definitely a thing of beauty and I will find joy in it forever. I love how the pieces come together to turn into this whole big thing, and how you don’t see all the little pieces and tricks until after the heist has been accomplished and they show you everything.
I really like the interplay with King and Falcon. I kind of think of them as a dual star solar system. They are attracted to each other because of the gravity each exerts, and that gravity keeps them together. They orbit each other and finish each other. OK, maybe my metaphor fell apart a little bit, but I think that you get the idea.
I think that King and Falcon are both good men, who each have their own moral codes. Of course, those codes don’t necessarily intersect all that much, but you know, it works. I think that they are really good for each other, and I hope they have a lovely long life together.
I do have to say that I was totally shocked when I found out that King wasn’t a super-spy but was an art thief. All I could think was what would Doc and Grandpa say? I mean, the Wildes are all so law abiding and all. It was a total, utter, and absolute shock. But, you know it really worked well. Knowing Doc and Grandpa though, I think they may know a little more than we think that they know. They are almost psychic. And I think that King should be really happy his favorite sister is a lawyer.
Ugh. Falcon’s boss is literally the very, very worst. I mean, ugh. She can just go sit on a tack. A really big, really sharp, super pointy tack.
OK, that’s all I have to say about this one. Go check it out. Happy reading!