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One of the best things about creating a franchise character (like Anthony Bidulka’s Russell Quant or Greg Herren’s Scotty Bradley) is consistency. Their authors write them with solid assurance and their regular readers can’t wait to find out how they get into—and out of—their latest adventures. Such is the case with Hank Edwards’ porn movie fluffer Charlie Heggensford and his latest appearance in Vancouver Nights.

This time, Charlie finds himself in Vancouver, temporarily unemployed as a result of a porn actors strike he inadvertently caused. His host is ex-porn star Brent Harrington, who now runs a pet store called Canadian Critters. But Harrington has his own problems. Someone has been stealing animals from all the pet stores in Vancouver and setting Harrington up as the chief suspect. Who’s stealing the pets? Can Harrington catch the culprits and clear his name? How can Charlie help? More importantly, who do they have sex with next?

Edwards answers these questions and more with originality. Who else could create a horny trucker who gets off on posing dolls to mimic the sexual acrobatics he’s performing at the time? Forget BDSM—that’s true kink, dear. And no Heggensford tale would be complete without Charlie’s nemesis, pissy, prissy porn director Cedric Wilmington (and his little dog, too).

Wise writer that Edwards is, he knows full well that pointing to a joke is tantamount to assassinating it. Instead, he creates interesting characters, puts them in unique situations and gets the hell offstage so they can entertain the reader. And entertain they do. From Charlie’s Benadryl-induced hysterics in a dungeon to the behind-the-bowling-alley sexcapade with a tenpin, there’s wild sex and merriment to be had by all.

But as fun as Vancouver Nights is, I can’t help but wonder what marvels would await us if Edwards essayed something non-genre. Until then, however, we have Charlie, Billy, Brent and Cedric. Oh yes, and the trucker with the dolls.

And you thought people didn't bend that way ...

Reviewed by Jerry Wheeler