Is it possible to give something a zero star rating? This book deserves that many. I’m trying not to spoil anything, but there is a search for something held by a man who had something in common with his friends. The group nickname is used so often, it moves from foreshadowing to X-marks the spot denouement. The pacing is awful: it reads like any day of the week precedes/follows any other day. And this is pure personal jealousy, but PICK a man already. In this book, Stephanie tired of her lifestyle; seems fitting, since I’m tired of these books. Pick villains, “wacky” hijinks, and car-tastrophes from three/four/five previous books, throw them in a blender, and ta-da! You have the structure of this book.
There are now more in this series than there are Kinsey Milhone novels. Quantity certainly doesn’t add quality.