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REVIEW: Big Guns Out of Uniform by Sherrilyn Kenyon, Liz...

Big Guns Out of UniformTo some extent, I think I am a book title snob and thus I hadn’t bought any of those Big Guns/Bad Boys Anthologies. I mean, come on . . . Who wants to be seen reading one of those books! (Apparently lots because I think they sell really well). I’m glad I read Big Guns Out of Uniform because while the first two stories are readable, the last is revelatory and I often measure anthology stories against the creation of Nicole Camden. The three stories commonality is that the hero is an officer of the law.

Dear Ms. Kenyon:

BAD TO THE BONE was a tongue in cheek look at romance readers and romance reading contests. Marianne Webernec, a teacher, wins the Hideaway Heroine Sweepstakes and a chance to pretend to be the heroine in her favorite romance novel. She picks a romantic suspense military story and soon she is jetting off to an island where actors are hired to play the heroes. Marianne is to be a covert CIA agent being pursued by a villian who is actually the hero. On the island she runs into Kyle Foster and mistakenly believes him to be her “villian/rescuer.”

Foster is really a B.A.D. special agent sent to recoup from his injuries on the other side of the island. He’s in the midst of blowing up a sand castle when Marianne places herself in harms way. Quickly Foster learns that Marianne is at “Sex Camp” and she is living out one of her romance novel fantasies. After his one encounter with her, he decides that the way to make his forced vacation worthwhile is to kidnap Marianne and pretend to be part of the fantasy recreation while making a few of her (and his) fantasies come true.

Some of the writing was awkward and forced: “A woman who shouldn’t draw his notice at all, and yet he found himself staring at her and the way her light, tiny freckles kissed the skin across the bridge of her nose.” Kyle never seemed prosaic enough to imagine “light, tiny” anything kissing anything else. Further his nether regions appeared to be totally out of his control as the snake in the shorts jumped, twitched, hardened at nearly every turn of the page. It was, however, worth it to read for the ending itself wherein several characters play out a scene in one of Marianne’s romances. That actually had me howling. B-

Dear Ms. Carlyle:

Let’s Talk About Sex was your first foray into the contemporary market. I don’t know how well you enjoyed it since it appears you haven’t been back. I can’t say that I blame you as the novella served up some stale stereotypes.

Dr. Delia Sydney is the stereotypical romance sex advice radio personality which means she talks alot but is sexually repressed. She is also, at the age of 29, an associate professor of psychology, had collaborated on research projects with half the Ivy League and co-authored two textbooks. And, she is poor due to her student loan debt and her foolishness in signing a prenuptial agreement. She married a plastic surgeon and got nothing out of the relationship but an old beat up station wagon and half the equity in the house. At one point, you must have decided that despite Delia’s child prodigy-ness, 29 was too young and in the next chapter, she was 31.

Her neighbor, Nick Woodruff, is the “big, surly-looking” sergeant from the State Bureau of Investigation she had never bothered to meet. Stereotypically, he speaks in a growl when they first meet. Despite Dr. Delia’s days spent talking about everything from masterbation to masochism, she blushes profusely at the first mild innuendo that Woodruff throws her way. The story, of course, is how Delia sells her house and rids herself of her inhibitions. This character arc is not very believable what with Delia’s giggling, blushing and inability to say a dirty word outside her radio show. Nick should have been the sex show host. Maybe I would have bought that one. C-

Dear Ms. Camden:

You have since disappeared off the writing planet but this anthology contribution, THE NEKKID TRUTH, is one of the best that I have read. The story is narrated by Debbie Valley, a photographer who does crime scene photos on the side. She suffers from a disease called prosopagnosia, a type of face recognition amnesia, which resulted from brain trauma incurred during a car accident. She cannot recognize anyone’s face. Not her mother, her father or even a lover. It drove her slightly crazy when she first realized she had the problem but Debbie is the kind of person who is able to recognize the value of just being alive, particularly each time she take a crime scene photo.

After the accident, Debbie became fascinated with bodies because she couldn’t recognize faces anymore. Much of her work is of nudes which garners three reactions: “shock, disgust, or rapture”. But to Debbie, it’s her way of surviving, of living. “I can’t help but feel that if it’s my destiny to live life without ever again knowing the relief and joy of seeing a familiar face, then at the very least I can enjoy what I do without shame and sometimes with a great deal of pleasure.”

The real problem is that Debbie is in love with Detective Marshall Scott. Scott and Debbie have a complicated history since it was Scott’s partner who caused the accident leading to Debbie’s disability. Debbie doesn’t hold it against Scott, but Scott holds it against himself and despite his attraction toward Debbie, has never taken any action. He also recognized that she was a mess, emotionally, following the car accident. Everyone seems to know that the two of them are hot for one another but until his birthday party, they’ve been circling like wary beasts in a cage.

And the man himself, where’s he at?” I was starting to calm down, though if I had to move off this stool I was going to lose it again.

“He’s over at the other end of the bar,” he said gently, pointing, and I jerked to attention.

A dark-haired man with a stubbled jaw and a dress shirt opened to reveal a tanned throat sat almost directly across from me, surrounded by men and women vying for his attention. He would say something occasionally, but mostly he just stared at me, and I supposed it must be Detective Scott. God, he was hot.

Debbie, for all her pluckiness, is still suffering from her disability. “Since I’d gotten hurt, I had doubted, often, whether I was capable of loving anyone anymore. How could I? I wouldn’t recognize Mel Gibson if he walked through the door, much less someone I loved.” But Scott realizes that he and Debbie belong together and act on his long time feelings and her long time invitation. The sensuality of the book was increased because Debbie’s narration, her focus on the other senses, on the beauty of the body, the sweet musky smell of man, sex, and lust all created a visceral image for the reader. ‘It felt as if he did me for hours, so tirelessly, so carefully did he work me.”

While the relationship is tender and sweet and joyous to read, it is because the reader falls so hard for Debbie that the story has so much appeal. This is one of my favorite passages from the book:

When I woke from the coma they’d kept me in to keep the swelling in my brain under control, the first thing I’d seen was a tiny blond woman with blue eyes looking down at me. She was crying and laughing at the same time and calling me her baby. It took me a minute to recognize her voice, and when I did I became even more frightened than before. I didn’t recognize her. This stranger had my mother’s voice. I panicked and jerked away, screaming, and the doctors came in and sedated me. It took days to sort out what was wrong with me, and I cried every time I looked at my mother and didn’t see the woman I loved more than my own heart.

I remembered learning in college that when a baby first looks into its mothers face, there is an instant connection. Something about the mother being a mirror of that child’s self, and that mirror in some way defines what it means to exist. I would argue that it also first defines what it means to love. I think that was the hardest part for me, losing that connection, and it wasn’t till I looked down at her hand clasped in mine weeks later that I found a measure of peace. They were my mother’s hands, wrinkled and tiny, filled with love.

The remarkable thing about this story is how much emotion and depth the relationship is given despite just the one narrator. I never felt as if the hero was a mystery. Debbie’s struggle to come to grips with taking the chance of loving someone, despite her disability, was a tender and meaingful. The A- is because the suspense thread was weakly inserted and unnecessary in this short story space. I don’t know where you are as a writer, but if you ever come back, I’ll be waiting with my wallet open. A-

Best regards


This book can be purchased at Simon & Schuster for $3.89 and the Camden story is worth that price alone.

Jane Litte is the founder of Dear Author, a lawyer, and a lover of pencil skirts. She self publishes NA and contemporaries (and publishes with Berkley and Montlake) and spends her downtime reading romances and writing about them. Her TBR pile is much larger than the one shown in the picture and not as pretty. You can reach Jane by email at jane @ dearauthor dot com


  1. Mrs Giggles
    Aug 11, 2007 @ 05:06:34

    Ah yes, Nicole Camden. I used to email her once a year to ask her if she has anything new coming out. The answer is always no, though, and I think she eventually gave up and went off to do other things. At least, she doesn’t seem to be writing anything and her blog and website are rarely updated. It’s a pity. She came before the epublishing renaissance and I told her that she could try submitting stories to these epublishers if New York felt that her stories are too unorthodox for them, but I think she was really, really disenchanted by that point.

  2. Charlene Teglia
    Aug 11, 2007 @ 07:01:20

    I’ve never read Nicole Camden, but now I’m curious. Must check out her books.

    The first story sounds familiar, was it also published in another anthology? Because I know I haven’t read this one.

  3. Charlene Teglia
    Aug 11, 2007 @ 07:16:12

    Aha, I’m not crazy. It’s also in Born to be Bad (single author anthology). While I was looking for answers on Amazon, I also looked for Camden and couldn’t find anything else listed by her but this anthology. Any other titles out there?

  4. Rosario
    Aug 11, 2007 @ 07:21:04

    Charlene, unfortunately, “her books” would be just this one. The short story here was her first, and like Mrs. G says, there’s been nothing since. A real shame, because I thought it was fantastic.

  5. Ann Aguirre
    Aug 11, 2007 @ 08:00:47

    She has a website at I found the following tidbits:

    Hello everyone! Sorry the website’s been down so long. I’ll have more info and links soon. You can email me at [email protected].

    I also started a blog (snort), so while I’m working on the site (redesigning, added content, etc.) I’m also adding random thoughts to the mix. I am actually writing, though. Hope to report something sold soon. Sigh.

    If y’all really like her writing, you should email her. Let her know she has a public waiting to see more from her. Writing can be very solitary and if you don’t have any / many tangible indicators that what you’re doing is reaching somebody, anybody, it’s easy to become discouraged. That doesn’t mean you quit writing, of course, but sometimes it means just doing it for yourself and stopping the submissions process (because what’s the point?) She might need a kind word or a boost at this point. Readers really can make a difference in this regard.

    There have been times when a simple email that said, “I liked your book,” made all the difference.

  6. Charlene Teglia
    Aug 11, 2007 @ 09:35:47

    Thanks for the info, Ann and Rosario. And very true, Ann, I quit submitting for several years before I sold.

  7. Janine
    Aug 11, 2007 @ 10:30:14

    What made you start submitting again, Charlene?

  8. Rosie
    Aug 11, 2007 @ 12:05:24

    I read this anthology quite a long while ago. I bought because Kenyon was in it. The only thing I remember about it now is Ms. Camden’s contribution. Very good.

  9. Charlene Teglia
    Aug 11, 2007 @ 13:29:12

    Janine, sort of a combination of things. Being a parent made writing take on a new imperative, I felt ready to deal with the submission process again, and I stumbled across Ellora’s Cave.

  10. Kristie(J)
    Aug 11, 2007 @ 21:20:40

    I read this one a while ago and was very impressed with Nicole Camden’s entry too. I knew she hadn’t written anything else, but I sure hope she does sometime because it really was an excellent story.

  11. Mrs Giggles
    Aug 11, 2007 @ 21:21:20

    Well, I’ve had news from the author, hope she doesn’t mind me sharing it. She’s has a collection of short stories completed. Due to contractual reasons, she’s waiting for Pocket to officially *reject* them so that she can shop them around to epublishers. She is also polishing up two completed novels.

  12. Jane
    Aug 11, 2007 @ 21:22:47

    Awesome. I am just working on a piece about this tomorrow.

  13. Tara Marie
    Aug 12, 2007 @ 04:57:55

    I have this somewhere. I bought it for the Carlyle, but think I’ll now read it for the Camden :)

    Thanks for the heads up ladies.

  14. May B.
    Aug 12, 2007 @ 09:09:24

    I bought this book when the Trade came out. I would have cry for a refund if not for Ms. Camden’s story.

    Hope her books will find a home soon. It is a shame an author this good didnot have a contract

  15. sula
    Aug 12, 2007 @ 13:36:43

    Good timing. This book was on sale today for $3 at my local Borders so I snatched it up. Looking forward to reading Ms. Camden’s entry.

  16. Meljean
    Aug 12, 2007 @ 19:19:53

    I loved, loved the Camden story, too. I think it was Maili and crankywriter (ahem, two other missing people) who recommended it — and it pretty much knocked my socks off, and I’m not a super-huge fan of 1st person in romances.

    I hope she finds a publisher for that anthology; I’d buy it in a second.

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