This Girl's a Killer, by Emma C. Wells (REVIEW) -- Bad Men Don't Stand a Chance Against Her...
One of my college jobs was salesgirl at a shoe store. My manager—smart, sweet, attractive, and never-behind-bars ( that’ll be relevant in a second )—was great to work with. But, I seriously questioned her choice in movies. Her favorite genre was a mashup of female empowerment and vigilante fantasies—women in jail, enduring horrible things, only to finally exact graphic, brutal revenge on the men that had hurt them. Back then, I didn’t understand the appeal... but after finishing Emma C. Wells’ debut novel, This Girl’s a Killer , I think—at long last—I’m starting to. Cordelia Black has—from the outside—one of those enviable lives. She’s attractive. Put-together. Healthy. Independent. Self-sufficient, with a well-paying job—Big Pharma rep—that easily funds her love of very nice things (Manolo Blahnik and Louboutin stilettos, and a collection of Louis Vuitton handbags). She’s beloved by h...