No matter how much I love her, I’m tired of Stephanie Plum. No offense to Janet Evanovich, but the novels used to be exciting. Unfortunately, I think I hit my limit around Nineteen. I read this novel hoping Janet would reign me back in, but you can imagine how disappointed I was when I reached the end. Let’s see, another novel where Stephanie goes back and forth between Ranger and Morelli. The best surprise was when Ranger admitted he considered marrying Stephanie, well, almost. At least she’d get half his closet, except her natural ability for disaster counters the moment. Shocker! Then there’s the bad guys. The FTA she’s trying to catch, Pelotti, whom she gets half way through the book. At which point, the reader has already realized he isn’t the one killing the poker players and he isn’t the one trying to kill Briggs. Turned out to be two separate people, not to mention the guy from Ranger’s past who tried to kill Ranger and Stephanie. I’m over the whole lets kill Stephanie bit. It’s been done one too many times. It isn’t even amusing anymore. I’m not sure if Evanovich has lost her passion for Stephanie or if Stephanie has simply devolved, but there wasn’t as much humor as expected. Grandma Mazur is always a hoot, but not so much this time around. Then you have Lula, who is also usually a trip, but again not so much. Despite my efforts, I couldn’t fall in love with this book and I have the whole series (many of which I have read multiple times). I give it a 2.5 out of 5 stars. If you insist on reading it, wait for the paperback, find it in a library, or get digitally and save yourself some money.