Okay, these Samantha Jellicoe books are my new cozy fun yummy reads that I RAVISH. I've read the first two, and I'm saving the rest for when I really really need something wonderful and reliable. I think there are only FOUR! SOB. Samatha is a cat burgler, she meets her hero robbing his art collection, and just, wow, this series is insanely delightful.

This has the same wonderfulness factor of those early Evanovich/Stephanie Plum books for me, but a step up in maturity and relationship.

This might sound morbid, but I have half a mind to save the last two for my deathbed. It would be something to look forward to. But then, what if I die in a car accident?