Amber Jamison is in the wrong place at the wrong time. She knew there was a serial killer loose in her Tennessee city, but she never believed that she could be his victim. But she wakes to find herself in the killer's workshop in Killing Me (#1,140) by Michelle Gagnon. But just in the nick of time, she is rescued by a mysterious figure clad all in black who intends to leave Amber right where she is. Amber's not buying that.
Cover blurbs claim Killing Me is laugh-out-loud funny, but I didn't find it so. It's a queer murder mystery with a host of eccentric characters, none of whom I found particularly sympathetic. Amber herself is a grifter with a past, trying to go straight (not sexually!) who becomes obsessed with her rescuer. She can't afford to have the police looking into her case, so she hightails it for Las Vegas, just like most gamblers do.
I wouldn't rate it much above a "meh", but that's me. I won't be back for the promised sequel.
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