The more I read of Hamilton's books, the more infuriated I get. When I started reading them, I thought they had potential as possible crime-cum-whodunnit stories but they're now becoming almost Mills and Boonish style love stories set against a background of vampires, werewolves and murder threats.

This book carries on in much the same vein. Anita Blake has had someone "take out a hit" on her but this seems to be largely an excuse for her to be locked in rooms with the two other corners of the particular love triangle she's in at the moment. People might like this premiss, but I don't. Had I not bought the book that followed this one in the series, I'd stop reading them now.