isn’t that an awesome title? And the book lives up to it, believe you me.
I’m normally a bit leery of collaborative novels, because it seems like an odd, uncohesive way to write. But in this instance it produces sparks the size of fireworks.
Mayer provides the muscle and action (and death by alligator), in a style that reminds me of Christopher Brookmyre – though perhaps a little less philosophical.
Crusie provides the saucepan-wielding, butter-obsessed heroine with a thing or two to learn about anger management from the hitman-hero.
Throw in the mob, a couple of flamingos and some dark secrets from the past and you get a frickin awesome novel.
Now excuse me whilst I go out and buy every single book they’ve ever written.