I should start by saying that I got a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
That being said, I devoured this book. For the longest time, I’ve wondered what happened to the old-school detective novel. I’ve contemplated the fate of the gumshoe. Hot Sinatra put my mind at ease that those novels can still exist.
“‘Watch your mouth, fracicone,” he growled with a salacious grin, like he wanted to tear me open with his bare hands and make sweet love to my left ventricle.”
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Published on January 15, 2013 14:23