This book made me want to tear my eyes out.  It was terrible.  Terr-i-ble.

I thought it would be clever chick-lit.

But it wasn’t clever.  It was such a blatant rip-off of Stephanie Plum that I was appalled from the first page,  then about half-way through the author actually mentioned both Janet Evanovich and Stephanie Plum.  Like mentioning who you are ripping off makes it ok.

So. Very. Bad.  It makes the SP novels look like award winning literature.