Lady Wombat says:

Too much Bob Mayer, not enough Jenny Crusie for my tastes. Or perhaps I just don't go for those strong, silent, gun-packing men.

http://reneereads.blogspot.com/2006/0... ( )

She’s a commercial director who came in on the last few days of a movie shoot to save her ex-husband’s ass and help her sister and her niece. He’s a hardened combat vet who thought he was taking a cushy job as consultant/stunt double for a minor Hollywood star. They fight terror! Or something. It’s cute, but not as cute as Crusie on her own. (I sort of wonder whether Mayer was uncomfortable writing sex scenes that would be read by romance readers; the ones from the guy’s perspective leave a lot more to the imagination.) ( )

I only read about 130 pages before giving up. I kept hoping it would get better. This was only the second Crusie book I'd read and I hope the other ones I picked up at the used book store are better. I found the situations ridiculous, and the characters grated against me like an annoying pebble in my shoe. And all that Wonder Woman crap just made me want to throw the book across the room. ( )

Fun but not totally successful collaboration between romance writer Crusie and action/adventure writer Mayer. Crusie seems to have set the tone, but she's lost control of some of the stuff that make her books so great: the way the lovers get together is unconvincing, their later conflict more so, and some seriously loose ends are left dangling (hello! did Daisy try to kill herself, or what? And how's she doing?). On Mayer's territory, the whole art theft/mob/CIA plot is impenetrable and the body count disturbingly high for what's, on the whole, a light romp. On the plus side, Lucy's a great heroine, her relationship with Daisy and Pepper is terrific, the sex is hot (Crusie's into bondage these days, it seems), and details like the coin check convinced me that Wilder is the real deal. I'm looking forward to the next Crusie/Mayer project, since advance word is that they've ironed out some of the kinks. ( )