Mario Acevedo’s The Nymphos of Rocky Flats is a book that has its moments but still leaves a lot to be desired.
Back home in the States, the reluctantly undead former infantryman pays penance for his war-time sins—making a living as a private detective able to unravel mysteries that baffle his mortal counterparts. Now an old friend has asked him to investigate a bizarre outbreak of nymphomania at the secret government facilities in Rocky Flats, Colorado. Normally, Felix’s unorthodox—and downright supernatural—methods of extracting information are foolproof. But this time his efforts inadvertently stoke the lustful fires smoldering within the bodacious babes he’s interrogating . . . while eliciting cryptic mentions of Roswell and a top-secret Project Redlight.
P.I. Felix Gomez has finally landed a case he can really sink his teeth into. But when shadowy government agents and determined Eastern European vampire hunters get stirred in, this deadly goulash of tight lips and rampant libidos boils over . . .
The characters in The Nymphos of Rocky Flats were just ‘meh’ for me. They didn’t really stand out as either people that I loved or hated, they just were. Occasionally I felt sorry for Felix, the main character, and the guilt that he has over a mistake that he made in Iraq. Wendy, Felix’s (maybe/sorta) girlfriend, is a colorful character compared to most of the others. Honestly though, that isn’t saying much. Then there’s Bob, he’s sorta like a manager of all the vampires in the Denver area; I think out of everyone he caught my attention the most. He was more engaging than anybody else Felix met.
But the main problem that I had with this book is that it was so dry. There was little to no elaboration. Instead of a sentence, like the night air was refreshing as I walked the block to my sparsely furnished apartment it had sentences like I walked to my apartment. The end. Period. That’s all folks. It just stopped there with nothing to add to the vision of the story that I was trying to create in my mind. In parts, it almost felt robotic, like Felix just didn’t notice anything about his surroundings. To that end, the beginning and middle were very slow. If I wasn’t usually such a stickler for finishing a book once I start it, I could very well have put it down pretty early.
However, I stuck with it, and despite everything that bugged me about this, I’m glad that I did. With all of around thirty to forty pages to go, it did start to get interesting. The action picked up and the story started to take an unexpected turn. It actually had me staying up a little later than usual in order to finish it.
So all in all, it wasn’t the best book that I’ve ever read. Not even close, but the series certainly has promise. The story was good enough that I think maybe I’ll eventually continue the series, but I’m not rushing into it. I think that if I were going to recommend this book to anybody it would have to be fans of classic detective stories. Maybe someone who likes those type of books would be more appreciative of this style of writing. Unfortunately, I just wasn’t one of them.