Few books are genuinely 'so bad it's funny', but this one has turned out to be a real gem. As early as page 18 I was rewarded with this laugh-out-loud candidate for the Bad Sex in Fiction Awards:
I could feel the soft smoothness of her thighs beneath my fingers which were like thermometers recording the rise in temperature as they neared the fluffy corner.
It seems probable that our hero, DI6 agent Martyn Cale, will be having more sex in the course of the novel. I look forward to it.
