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There are many things I think of, when I hear the name Stephane Plum. Cupid is not one of them.

I would go to Stephanie Plum for advice on making my hair bigger than Mt Rushmore or what boots might make my husband sweat behind his knees. Relationship advice from the largest commit-phobe in all of Trenton probably would not get me very far.

This is one of the only books where Stephanie doesn't destroy a car and Grandma Mazur manages to not cause hairy-kairy at a funeral, but the laughs abound none the less.

Shorter than the number books, grab this between the numbers book for a good laugh as Stephanie runs around trying to do Cupid's dirty work.

While it's a quick read, I'd highly recommend not reading this over morning coffee or lunchtime. Unless you like the idea of wasting good food to spew on your book!