I bought this book because Stephen King rated it so highly on the cover, and the synopsis made it seem that it would be in the lines of a Stephen King-esque kind of 'thriller'. It couldn't be further from the truth.
The novel was extremely predictable. There was no thrill. The eroticism seemed tacked-on, cheesy, pointless and excessive. There was no kick at the end, no zing to make you afraid for your own life, nothing.
I was not given any reason to care about a single character, except perhaps Annelise, for whom I felt extreme pity, and who seemed to be created only to give us false-heartwarming feelings for the main character. I was not drawn into their world, I was never made able to see through any single character's eyes.
Halfway through the novel I wanted to burn it, but only held back because I wanted to finish the book and see if it was going to end as blandly as it began, which it did. Besides which, I needed something to read until other books came in the mail.
I grew very tired of the shameless plugs for certain brand names, and I felt like the book was intended to be more of a glorified commercial crossed with a bad romance novel. I also found his attempts at describing where buildings were, where people were going, etc was pointless. "He took this street to that street which crossed over to the other street to this building" as if for some reason I would know where all those streets were, (not having ever heard of Natchez, LA or wherever). The descriptions reminded me of a High School writing assignment.
I do not intend to waste any money on another Greg Iles novel. I cannot afford to take that kind of risk.