If you love the Stephanie Plum series from Janet Evanovich, you may be fooled into thinking that this book is just as good. It's not. While the Plum books do a great job of developing likeable characters and unlikeable villains, this book plods along like it was some kind of mandatory assignment. Character development is completely lacking. The plot plods along at a snail's pace. There's no chance of anyone objecting to sexual content, because characters are devoid of any sexuality whatsoever. My suspicion is that Janet Evanovich had nothing to do with this book, and that Steve Hamilton begrudgingly wrote it to put food on the table to subsidize another project he actually cared about, because he definitely phoned it in on this one. One giant disappointment.

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