Back when I was a voracious romance reader, I used to read a lot of Justine Davis’s category novels. She’s now writing romantic thrillers under the name Justine Dare, so I picked up High Stakes used out of curiosity. This was a competent and unmemorable thriller about a former runaway who is on the run again after a murder, and the owner of a small hotel/casino who helps her despite her initial reluctance. It was a perfectly decent lunch book, and it went to the paperback exchange as soon as I was done, because I feel absolutely no need to ever re-read it.