ISBN 155817382X - Hilariously bad writing makes The Executioner series, for me, the masculine Harlequin romance series. While Harlequins give us pulsing and quivering, The Executioner gives us such unforgettably awful lines as "You delivered nothing but a flaming coffin." and "But there had been frictions early on, fueled perhaps by the inevitable male-female chemical reactions flowing between these two exceptional poles of human excellence."
The poles in question are Mack Bolan, The Executioner and April Rose, who despite her porn star name, is a fed. They've known each other for five minutes and are in love. Of course. Having disabled the Mob once, Mack is back to make sure their efforts to rebuild are thwarted. April is "on loan" for Mack's six-day war, because the president wants Bolan alive and well and ready to head up a covert response to world terrorism. That Mack succeeds is a given, that he and April wind up in bed is inevitable and, if you're into the masculine response to Harlequin, you're bound to enjoy it.
I can't really say anything bad, because it's not awful. I can't really say anything good, because it's not good either. It's a book, flowing with enough testosterone to make some of it laughable. Reading it won't kill you, and might amuse you, even if that wasn't Pendleton's intent.