At first, this debut novel reads like a feel-good story for women who think men are scum.
We meet Jennifer Hunter, 28, who makes a lot of money by seducing men. Why? She's a self-styled "fidelity inspector," hired by wives or girlfriends to see whether their guys are susceptible to cheating.
Hunter stacks the deck. She gathers information about her targets and transforms herself into the object of their fantasies -- a flight attendant, a bored executive on the road, a sorority girl, whatever. She meets her unwary targets casually and pushes every erotic button they have, using her extensive experience and remarkable ability to read their lustful little minds.
She's in control. She flirts, she gives them a chance to subtly remove their wedding rings, and finally she shows just enough resistance to indicate she's not cheap. For the guy, it all goes great until he commits to having sex.
Then she transforms into the avenging angle of wronged women. She coldly tells her befuddled target that it was a test, and he just flunked. And her targets usually flunk.
Hunter seems like an unstoppable superhero, complete with a noble back story. (At age 12, she had found her father messing around with her baby sitter.) Her disdain for her …