This was the first James Patterson novel I ever read, and it will be the last. The writing is dull, lazy, and clichéd. His portrayal of the main character, Nora Sinclair, is abysmal. She's simply an overaged male fantasy come to life, a paper doll in Patterson's clumsy hands. Between the author's paranoia, fear of women, and troubling lack of imagination, I cannot fathom why anyone would waste time with this book when there are so many well-written ones to enjoy. For a fascinating variation on the "black widow" theme, I recommend Joyce Carol Oates' "Niagara Falls."