Erryn reviews ‘Bring to Light (London Lies Book 3)’ by C.F. White. The ebook was published December 10, 2020 and was 377 pages.The audiobook version of this story was narrated by Piers Ryman, released Feburary 4, 2020 and is 8 hrs and 7 mins long. A copy was provided in exchange for an honest review.
Why I read this book: I’m loving Jacks and Fletcher.
Jackson Young and Fletcher Doherty are back in London and on a mission – to bring to light the murky underbelly of the Charles Payne media empire and, in doing so, get justice for the murder of Tallulah Payne.
It’s not a simple task though. They need proof. They need people to speak up. And they need to keep their hands off each other long enough to track down the other manipulated Lotus Flowers, convince them to come forward and find a way to bring it all to the public. Not so easy when they’re up against the most powerful men in London who are determined to separate and silence them by any means possible.
It’s a race against time, with a deadline not only on their story or their growing relationship but on their entire lives.
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I really enjoy C.F. White books. I adored her District Line series, and so leapt in with both feet to the London Lies series. I’m so glad I did. These books have been exciting. A look back at 1999 and the advent of Internet Journalism. And an inside look at the entertainment industry. And a few crimes thrown in for good measure.
This book picks up right where Book 2 left off. Fletcher and Jackson are on the run. The first scene, though, involves a family member of Fletcher getting into some trouble. I wasn’t surprised, but I did wonder where that plot line was going to lead.
Anyway, Fletcher and Jackson are back in London. The intrepid reporter and the mega star are on the trail of a killer. Jackson’s girlfriend, Tallulah Payne, was murdered. Yes, Jackson’s friend Chris claimed he did it, and committed suicide, but that was always too neat and tidy. Jackson’s gut tells him that’s not the truth. Fletcher doesn’t believe it either. To prove who’s really behind all this, the men are going to have to be creative. This includes Fletcher showing back up at the office of London Lights, the Internet rag he worked for. I was surprised they hadn’t revoked his pass, but then security never seemed a priority. Dishing on celebrities was.
Fletcher also has to face Heston – the man he lived with for two years. The man he believed himself in love with. The man who betrayed him. Another fascinating piece of the puzzle.
Bad guys abound in these books, but there are also little story lines that break through. Like Jackson’s brother’s illness. Their parents. The industry that used and abused young boys and girls. Jackson and Fletcher plan to bring it all down. But they may lose everything in the process – including their lives.
There’s also the little matter of Jackson being in the closet. Fletcher is coming to care for the man, but can their budding relationship survive?
Okay, so it’s a CF White romance, and I got my satisfying ending. A sweet ending, in fact.
I’ll mention Piers Ryman quickly – he deserves a lot of praise. He made these great books even better, and I’m so pleased I went along for the ride. Well done all around, and I highly recommend the series.
9/10 Pots of Gold – Compares to 4.5/5 Stars
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Brought up in the relatively small town in Hertfordshire, I managed to do what most other residents of the town try and fail. Leave.
Going off to study at a West London University, I realised there was a whole city out there just waiting to be discovered, so much like Dick Whittington before, I never made it back home and still endlessly searches for the streets paved with gold; slowly coming to the realisation that it is mostly paved with chewing gum. And the odd bit of graffiti. And those little circles of yellow spray paint where the council point out the pot holes to someone who is supposedly meant to fix them instead of stare at them endlessly whilst holding a polystyrene foam cup of watered down coffee.
Eventually I moved from West to East along that vast District Line, and settled for pie and mash, cockles and winkles, and a bit of Knees Up Mother Brown to live in the East End of London; securing a job, creating a life, a home, a family.
Having worked in Higher Education for the most proportion of my adult life, a life-altering experience brought pen back to paper, having written stories as a child but never having the confidence to show them to the world. Now embarking on this writing malarkey, I cannot stop. So strap in, it’s a bumpy ride from here on in.