does think fondly of his days with the army as 'Manly men doing manly things with other manly men,' if I have the quote right. One moment, while I find it: damn, cannot find it, but, at one point, J.T. Oh, homoeroticism! I think I chuckled at that. I had to force myself to finish this book, and I don't think I so much as chuckled, which for a Crusie book, is a massive fail. Not that these are not satisfactory interests, but they really failed to make me care if he he lived or died. (I don't think we ever learn what that stands for,) seems to like guns and sex. The result is that Lucy, the woman, seems likable, charming, and competent, and J.T.

Mayer writes the sections that are from the POV of the male protagonist, and Crusie the sections from the POV of the female protagonist. On the basis of the cover given, one could be excused, I believe, for expecting a fluffy and amusing romance, not a tale of heavily armed men having shoot-outs in swamps. I actually attempted to discover if this was because the book was being pushed in two markets, but as near as I can tell, it has only ever been published with the cover you see. Crusie co-writes this one with Bob Mayer, who may write a decent manly-men with manly-weapons adventure book, (on which subject, remind me later to mention the one point of I-believe-unintentional hilarious homoerotic innuendo) but whose ability at writing a fluffy romance hovers at slightly above zero. This book's main problem is that it is actually two decent books with the exact same plot, cut up and interleaved to produce one rather mediocre book.

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