Jennifer Crusie’s new novel Bet Me has a cover that foretells 'candyfloss'. The book jacket featuring a pair of high-heeled shoes and cherries, was an awkward choice. The first few pages where the female-lead orders a rum and diet-coke at a bar was the point at which I should have thrown the book across the room in disgust, instead I was caught in an affair of opposites attract.

The story follows a woman who is chastised by her mother for being overweight and frumpy, her body an object for self-loathing. She is picked up in a bar by a dark, handsome and successful bloke (arranged as a bet – another set-up that warranted distaste). However, through a series of fateful events they realise their deep connection to each other.

There are other layers to the story, but for all intents and purposes it is a romance novel. The good thing about romance fiction is that it delivers the goods: 'the happily-ever-after' buzz. Jennifer Crusie is obviously successful at what she does, she’s been on the bestseller list of The New York Times on a number of occasions. For now, I've had my fix.