Meh. I loved BTB's "A Woman of Substance", but this one I was rather lukewarm on. When it first started off, I was intrigued, but as the story went on, every single character was overly perfect. Maybe I've spent too much time on the darker side of reading and discovered the fucked-up characters that go along with darker material, but it honestly began to grate on my nerves that every single character in this book was without flaws. Maxim was the perfect GaryStu and so were all the other male characters. All the female characters, including Teddy, were MarySues. I plodded along, hoping that somewhere in the novel one of the characters broke the Sue/Stu mold and did something rebellious or outrageous, or even mildly naughty such as farting in bed and shaking the covers over their bed partner, but nope. Nary an evil bone in any of the characters' bodies (save for the Nazis, who were pretty much relegated to background noise) and by the middle section of the book, I was bored and skimmed to the unsatisfying ending. 20 years ago I might've really liked this one, but now I find the super perfect characters annoying and the plot rather bland and cliched.