Janet Evanovich - Wicked Appetite

Publisher: St Martin's Press

ISBN: 0312652917

My rating: n/a

Seven Stones of Power. No one knows when they were created or by whom, each said to represent one of the Seven Deadly Sins.
For centuries, treasure hunters have been eager to possess the stones, undeterred by their corrupting nature. The list is long -- Genghis Khan, Alexander the Great, Napoleon, to name a few. Now the Stones have found their way to Salem, Massachusetts, and so has Gerwulf Grimoire, adding himself to this rogues' gallery of power seekers. He's an uncommonly dangerous man, with a hunger for the forbidden, and a set of abilities that are way beyond ordinary. Abilities that he feels entitle him to possess anything he might desire.

That would include Elizabeth Tucker, the woman he needs to find the Stones. She's freshly transplanted from New York City to Boston's North Shore. With a new job as pastry chef at Dazzle's bakery and an old house inherited from her Aunt Ophelia, her life is pretty much on track …until it's suddenly derailed by a guy named Diesel, a rude monkey, and a ninja cat.

Lizzy can handle the monkey and the cat. She's not sure about Diesel. He's offering up his own set of unusual talents, promising to protect her from Grimoire. The kind of protection that Lizzy suspects might involve guarding her body day and night.

The Seven Deadly Sins are pride, greed, lust, envy wrath, sloth and gluttony. That pretty much covers everything that is wicked. Diesel thinks it also pretty much covers everything that's fun. And Lizzy thinks Diesel and the Seven Deadly Sins cover everything her mother warned her about.

My thoughts

I honestly have to admit that I respect Janet Evanovich to much as a writer to give this any bad marks, because, it was clearly not my "cup of tea" and thus it wouldn't be fair to judge it.

The few points I would make would be: I honestly thought I was reading another in-between with Stephanie and got all confused with the names - we had Diesel , the bad guy Wolf AND even Carl the monkey.
The rest is literally all the same: we have the same amount of eyerolls, same cars, same attraction between the main characters, lots of food, "the finger" from Carl and the list goes on and on.

I'm sure there's an audience out there for this kind of book, but no, I'm not one of them. So I'm afraid you need to make up your mind yourself.

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