After best-selling predecessors like Fast Women and Welcome to Temptation, Crusie has her formula for romance down cold. Smart, secretly vulnerable heroines — in this case Tilda Goodnight, the cracked center of a family of art forgers — meet wayward men who are worth setting straight. The Goodnights, three generations of no-nonsense broads who run a debt-ridden gallery, divide men into categories of muffins (dependable) and doughnuts (dangerous). And do these girls have an appetite for destruction. The sex scenes are sublimely silly (”Davy’s kiss tasted like vodka and disaster”) and the story of mistaken identity is a hoot. Oh, go ahead. Indulge.