This could have been an interesting story without the use of the title over sixty times to denote the star of the story doing or thinking something. It didn’t take long to get very tired of the constant repetition paragraph after paragraph. And a burglar, in the era of DNA evidence, risking discovery by masturbating while reading an erotic story at the scene of her crime pushed beyond the bounds of any type of credibility to the story. It didn’t seem erotic, it seemed silly. She’s earning two million dollars for that?

The author doesn’t paint her as being very smart when he seems more interested in telling us how well-matched the color is on her fingers and toes. He did give her some high tech toys to help her avoid discovery but he seemed unable to decide whether she was smart or just lucky. The sexual interlude with one of her customers to burn off adrenaline after a heist where she almost got caught saved the story from being a total loss.

Overall rating:
Sensuality rating: Explicit

Reviewer: Dee Dailey
April 21, 2008