Fabian and Mariah, while entertaining and fun, will not go down as my favorite characters by this epic author. The chemistry was faulty or something, but I just didn't connect with either character too much.
The book had me exclaiming and laughing, as usual, and the sex was steamy, but it didn't flow as well as I'm used to by this author. I felt it jumped around a little bit in point of view, so I had to struggle sometimes to determine who was talking, and whether it was actual speaking or telepathy.
This story line was a little reminiscent of Vexing Voss, which was a major favorite of mine, so perhaps that is why I had trouble. The story was fast paced and never boring, and as usual with this author was full of snark and attitude. The imagery conveyed when describing really gross stuff was most effective and perhaps too effective a time or two. While enjoyable, couldn't replace my love of the Coletti books.
Everyone calls Mariah Smith the Judge. No, she doesn't wear a black robe or sit on a bench. She provides a unique service to those who have been wronged. She's an expert in paybacks both psychic and magical.
Mariah's next target is the famous supermodel Fabian. Smoking hot body, the face of an Italian sinner and dumb as a rock. His crime? Sticky fingers. The man-whore makes millions of dollars a year, but can't resist seducing elderly women out of their jewelry? How does she resist all that tanned, male perfection and unmask Fabian as the gigolo he truly is?
Mariah soon discovers Mister Sticky Fingers isn't quite as dim-witted as he acts. He's actually the Dragos clan's top demon hunter who is stealing back magical artifacts that open gateways to hell. Now that she's attracted Fabian's attention, he's determined to possess her...and her magical abilities.