Saving Baby Book Review
ABOUT THE BOOK
Seventeen-year-old Annie Rebarchek is thrilled when industrialist Houston Monroe hires her to look after his baby for the summer. But something’s not right. Monroe’s baby is weak and cries constantly. When Annie confronts Monroe about it, he goes into a rage and tells her to mind her own business. She tells her father but he thinks she’s exaggerating. Annie knows something is suspicious, but what? The next day she discovers something that makes her skin crawl. She nabs the baby and flees.
Now she’s on the run. Her only hope is exposing Monroe’s deadly evil before it’s too late—for her and the baby.
It was a pleasure to read Saving Baby by Gregg Bell.
Gregg never fails to amaze me with the scope of his imagination in the suspense novels he writes!
The plot of Saving Baby was quite different from his previous novels and I found it very intriguing. It truly made me stop and think! What would I do if I found out a baby was being neglected and abused by it’s father? Would I have the courage, even in my “over-the-hill” years to snag the little tyke and run? How would I have reacted at the ripe young age of seventeen?
The main characters are very well thought out and are strong opponents. The ancillary characters could have used more fleshing out to become real. Eli is someone I think would have added more depth to the story with his backstory since he ended up being crucial to the ending.
Annie managed to get in and out of a number of close calls, and that makes me wonder about the seventeen-year-olds of today. Would they have the knowledge and wherewithal to maneuver themselves through the challenges that Annie found herself in? I’m wondering if she shouldn’t have, perhaps, been a bit older with more life experience.
Overall, I was very happy with Saving Baby. It had enough suspense to keep me involved in the story. It had enough depth to have me asking questions of myself and about the world in general. That makes Saving Baby by Gregg Bell a great book in my library! Thank you, Gregg, for another exceptional novel!
I give Saving Baby by Gregg Bell five steaming hot cups of Room With Books coffee!
©January 8, 2017
Patricia, Reviews by Room With Books
The baby was crying. Annie Rebarchek didn’t even know if it was a boy or a girl. This whole interview process was psyching her out. It was like something out of a spy novel—she’d had to follow all these instructions, do this and do that, just to get to the interview. It had seemed simple enough at first. Her father had just insisted she get a summer job. Having a substantial summer job would make her applications to top colleges that much more attractive, especially in today’s super-competitive environment. Annie had chafed at his demand—she wouldn’t have minded a firm request—but what could she do, she was only seventeen, and like her father always said, ‘If you live under my roof, you play by my rules.’
This baby kept crying. It was in a back room of the mansion somewhere. It might be on a different floor for all she knew. She wondered why nobody was comforting it, as it wasn’t a colicky cry. It was a sad, a very sad cry, a lament. Not like Annie was an expert but she knew what hurt sounded like. She was intimidated to say anything to this man, her potential boss, Houston Monroe, but the baby’s crying was making her so uncomfortable.
“So, Annie,” Monroe said with a smirk as he leaned back in his ergonomic recliner. “What makes you think you can handle such a large responsibility?”
“Because I’ve been babysitting since I was thirteen, and well, because I’ve always been a very responsible person.”
Monroe frowned. He was still handsome though, Annie thought, in his crisply white shirt and with his wavy, silver-ish hair. But oh, his baby crying.
“Annie, the position is not babysitting. It’s being a domestic assistant.”
“Let me stop you right there. I’m going to insist you call me Houston.”
Annie bit the inside of her cheek. Calling Houston Monroe, Phoenix’s billionaire environmentalist, by his first name was beyond her. But his baby crying was so sad. “Uh…”
“Houston.” He looked her sternly in the eye.
She had no choice. “Houston.”
“Houston, your baby is crying.”
Monroe tilted his head at her, to the left, to the right. “Did you notice hearing aids in either of these ears?”
She exhaled and shook her head.
“Thank you,” he said. “In other words, I can hear very well that Chase is crying, and let me assure you that Chase is fine, that he is in fact in optimal health. Now to return to my question. Are you prepared to handle the responsibilities of being a domestic assistant?”
Annie rolled back in her chair, forgetting it was on casters. Monroe’s office was ultra modern: a jade-green Lucite oval desk, a long-armed chrome extender lamp over it. “Yes. Very much so. But the baby crying—”
“I told you Chase is fine.”
“Houston. Forgive me, but I’m telling you, your baby needs something. It’s hurting.”
Monroe stretched his long fingers behind his head and laughed as if he’d never heard anything more outlandish. He looked around at the Ming vases on his teak wood bookcases, at the photos of Phoenix’s mayor and himself, of movie stars and himself, hanging on his office walls. His face grew severe. “Are you saying that you know what Chase needs better than I do?”
“No. Just that I know he needs something now.”
He glowered. “Chase is learning discipline.”
Annie gripped the arms of her chair, fingernails digging into the fine leather. Oh, he just wasn’t getting it. Behind Monroe, Phoenix’s city lights down in the valley were popping on like thousands of little starbursts. Annie was so frustrated with Monroe, but now she really wanted the job, because if she got it, she’d be able to comfort his baby. She gripped the chair even tighter.
“So you think you’re mature enough to handle the position?” Monroe stated more than asked as he perused her job application and then flipped it onto the desk. “I must say your grades and references are superb.”
Annie could barely hear him. All she could think about was comforting his poor baby who was wailing so sadly. “Can I see the baby?”
Monroe snorted a laugh. “Want to see if he passes inspection?”
She shook her head quickly. “No. I just love babies.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Gregg Bell writes suspense. Suspense loaded with intrigue and excitement but lacking gratuitous violence, sex and profanity. Gregg likes reading books that entertain but also challenge him and would like to think he writes the same.
He was born in Chicago, Illinois. He’s done everything from selling puka shells on the beach in Florida to working for Sears in their corporate headquarters at Sears (now Willis) Tower. A lifelong Midwesterner, he lives in suburban Chicago. He’s a biking enthusiast, a photographer, and insists he would be a good golfer if only he could putt.
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