I think Stone Barrington is a much better character than the author. (ha) I have long grown tired of Stones' multiple homes, plane and bed hopping. It makes for an old and dull read, sorry to say, after all this time. ( )

Formula wears thin. A quick read without substance or much style. ( )

Stone receives a list of 10 names, which seem to have no connection. Then, the list grows shorter as people are being killed by a cipher. Nobody can find the killer, who is deadly, but for some reason, cannot manage to kill Stone. Shocking, right? Stone jumps in his Gulfstream 500, and starts jumping to his numerous homes in England, Paris, Maine, and eventually, out to Santa Fe, where he hangs with Ed Eagle. The killer has come into some serious money, and is on a quest to right actual or perceived slights. He even convinces his wife to kill Stone in a men's clothing store, and Stone charms her into helping catch her husband. Fast one, nothing really new, and hail to the chief. ( )

This one felt long, I was bored.
Stone is on a kill list. He decided to take matters into his own hands (plus Dino), in style with his gulf stream. They went to a few countries trying to find the killer. And finally, the election. ( )

I really liked these early books but I had stopped reading this series because I found that I was disappointed with Stuart Woods constantly making Stone into a ridiculous play boy. This man obviously has much more sense than this and should have more character. Romance is fine but this man can’t keep his clothes on. I thought I would give it another try since I wasn’t the only one that disliked Stone’s “playboy” image. I thought maybe Mr. Woods would get the idea and tone it down…Of course he didn’t. Between the bedroom scenes with Stone and whoever rings his doorbell and an actual shootout in the streets of New York City…I think I’m through giving this any more chances. For now I‘ll just stick with the Teddy Faye series. So far Teddy has managed to stay at least half dressed…or maybe the ladies think twice about ringing an assassin’s doorbell. ( )