A Stephanie Plum novel, with a Christmas twist, it starts out with a supernatural being materializing in Stephanie's little apartment. He is a studly-looking fellow named Diesel who claims to be the spirit of Christmas. He never really explains what he wants from her, although he does like to make lewd innuendos; all he does is tag along with Plum as she chases bond skips. This time she is after an old toymaker called Sandy Claws.
OK, I guess this is Janet Evanovich's attempt to tell a Christmas story. All I can say is, she fails. This story makes no sense, it doesn't have a gooey moralistic Christmas ending and I never understood what Diesel wanted with Plum. Towards the end, you find out Diesel is also a bounty hunter and the guy he is after is the current beau of Plum's Grandma. So shouldn't the person he hangs around with be the old broad not Stephanie? This story just didn't work for me.
Review from Publishers Weekly: https://www.publishersweekly.com/978-0-312-30632-8.
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