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Just your typical story about a kosher, Jewish, male homicide detective dumping his billionaire boyfriend while trying to catch a serial killer and falling for an Italian-American, ex-Army Ranger, compulsive gambling, bounty hunter dude - in Las Vegas. Boy, am I tired of that old trope!

Their names are Levi and Dominic - and if you can't figure out who's who, you need to get out more often. And they do have a little more in common than one might think...

Levi gets off the phone with his mother: "Everything okay?" Dominic asked.

"Fine. My mother just gets a little.... You wouldn't understand."

"Right," said Dominic. "Because Italian American mothers are famously chill and hands-off."




Levi and Dominic are really adorable together. But, even better is Levi with his partner, Martine. She's hilariously awesome.

When she and Levi are called out to another murder scene: "It can't be," he said. "The Seven of Spades (the killer) promised they wouldn't kill again for five days. It's only been four."

Looking at him incredulously, Martine said,"Well, on the slim chance that we CAN'T trust a serial killer's word, we'd better check it out."

Twenty seconds after they see the scene:

"The husband did it," Levi said.

"No shit, the husband did it," said Martine. "What is this, my first crime scene?"


Some people are just natural detectives.

The thing is, though, this serial killer only kills scumbags who get away with crimes, so it's hard not to root for him a little bit. My bloodthirstiness likes me some vigilante justice once in a while. ... okay, not just once in a while, maybe frequently is the word I meant to use.
Let's face it, the police can only do so much...



If you are into the male/male sex scenes, this one will really hit your smuttons (smut buttons). There were a few of them, but they didn't go on too long either. You know sometimes you are reading and there are pages and pages of sex scenes and you start skimming because you are bored and just get on with it already!!? and then you wonder if there is something wrong with you because it does absolutely nothing to you, and maybe you really are dead inside like you always joke, but no, the real problem is that the writing has numbed your brain to even the most remote possibility of you being excited about the sex?.... oh, is that just me, then?
Anyway, that isn't the case here. It doesn't overkill the sex, but it's definitely there and it gets spicy.


Yes, that spicy...