I have read several other books written by the author. He shamelessly gets right down to the nitty gritty. In an unabashed style, he puts the reader in close company with his characters. With this novel, he had me lapping up each and every word; soaking up the content completely. It was as if I were on the production set of this book as a movie, watching the scenes unfold. The sex scenes were captivating and sensually titilating; the hunt for the missing husband was enthralling - as the reader went from the suffocating humidity of Florida to snowbound New York. The way he took the reader in and out of the present was fabulous. Nonetheless, the spellbinding effect was completely shattered, when at the end of the book - after all the characters and the parts they played had been revealed - the reader was left floundering on dry land like a fish that had been playing too close to the water's edge, expecting the tide to come and go again. Without any forewarning, after reaching the proverbial lead in for the greatest climax ever, the book ran out of steam and ended leaving the reader with feelings of immense void, vagueness, and extreme query.