If I'm going to indulge in some harmless romance, I tend to prefer it with a dash of espionage and adventure. I will wander the aisles of my local secondhand bookshop for cheesy cover art with a leggy vixen and a gun-toting male... or vice versa. So this book, judged entirely by its cover, was right on the mark. Would you believe that, with just 50 pages to go, it jumped the shark in such a way that even I had enough? Yup. There is a difference between cheese and cheez-whiz.