… say that you had a, umm, friend, who
astonishingly passed a rigorous application process *WTF were they thinking?!* and was allowed on to a desert island where books and heroes reigned supreme.
Say that friend was given the opportunity to invite any eight fictional heroes she wanted to said island.
And, say that, besides the sexy, dangerous alphas (ie an incubus, a spy, a Chinese God, a mysterious duke, and a bounty hunter), she also chose an infamous Belgium detective, a hard-bitten copper, and, well, DEATH.
That wouldn’t be strange, would it?
My, err, friend shouldn’t feel vaguely embarrassed…
… should she?