Imagine that you're stuck in the West End, searching desperately for some reading material for the tube ride home. Perhaps the four minutes of entertainment that the free newspapers provide will account for only a tiny fraction of your journey. Perhaps you're afraid that perusing Loaded in public will destroy your sensitive metrosexual image. Perhaps you're burned out on Patrick O'Brien, or you've read all the Harlequin titles. You're thinking to yourself, if only I could find a story where the men are men, the sheep are scared, the weaponry is described in minute detail and the women…well, they're waiting at home and that's boring, so we don't need to fiddle around describing that.