I took a bit of a break from the thick military techno- and historical thrillers that have been a part of my series reading committement and went to read from another series. I've read quite a few of Janet Evanovich's Stephanie Plum series, but Hot Six was new.
Okay, so here's the thing. My mother's worst fear has come true. I'm a nymphomaniac. I lust after a lot of men. Of course, maybe that's because I don't acutally have sex with any. And some of my lustings probably aren't going anywhere. Probably it's unrealisitic to think I'll ever get it on with Mike Richter, the goalie for the New York Rangers. Ditto Indiana Jones.On the other hand, two of the men on my list of desirables actually desire me back. The problem being that they both sort of scare the hell out of me.
It's a good opening. You know what you're getting with a book like this, and this first line delivers.


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