As my first book by this author, the bite that held me throughout the story was Rill, the drunken Irishman. He’s insensitive, unpredictable, randy, and gorgeous-–only made more savory with that accent. The bulk of the conflict hovered around him and his self-torment. Some external drama was introduced-–potential jealously over the diner waitress, the fragile friendship between Rill and Everett, the riverboat tycoon, the diner/hostage scene, Rill’s unknown father-–but these altercations were never really developed and nothing came from them. So, the only tension was dependent on Rill’s closet of skeletons. Nevertheless, it was enough for a light read, compelling me to come back for more from this author.