content: I didn't believe it could happen, well don't bet on it, it has been done! At the fifth book the sueness started to show and by this last book it is nothing but. This book is bad, let me count the ways... nevermind I have a life and wasted several hours of it wading through the muck in this book. I'm a man so I can't be a prude, it's an oxymoron. I'm glad I'm a man too. If I were a woman I'd be raising hell about the downward spiral of morphing Anita Blake into the writers stand in from the roof tops. I don't care what writers do behind closed doors, but to advertise it in book form is disgusting and so is this so called novel. That's the only justification there seems to be why this book is what it is. Bad. I couldn't find the plot and it wasn't because I didn't try. This book is definitely not a stand alone and in comparison to the other twelve barely stands at all. Don't buy it, don't borrow it, don't even read it on a bet like me, you'll regret it.