Right off the bat, that's a misleading title. Anita Blake is the protagonist in a whole series of books. She carries a Browning, sleeve-knives, a derringer, a sheathe down her back for a really BIG blade...a mini-Uzi...as well as various other artillery. And large quantities of bullets...nice, silver bullets. Anita Blake is a vampire executioner, you see.
The series is great fun, if you don't mind a cross between the basic bodice-ripper and Mickey Spillane. Except that the bad guys aren't mob bosses or whatever...they're werewolves, and vampires, and other assorted creepie-crawlies. There is even some terribly mordant humor, and some rather incendiary sex scenes.
And who does she have these lovely intimate romps w/? Why her two best beaus...who just happen to be a 400 year old vampire and a well-endowed werewolf, who teaches high school chemistry when he isn't all furry and stuff.
I'm having a great time reading my way through these. So far, "Obsidian Butterfly" is the most complex, but all are a good way to spend a few hours.
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