Okay, I confess that I've never been able to confine myself to one guy. So why would I choose ONE detective, when there are so many smart, sexy, hip detectives out there?
Take John Sandford's Lucas Davenport, for instance. (I would!) Not Luke. He'd deck anybody who called him Luke. No matter how cold it gets in Minnesota, Lucas is always hot hot hot. But I can't ignore Michael Connoly's Harry Bosch. His real name is Hieronymous, but nobody calls him that. Even though he operates in sunny California, Harry is dark, dark, dark. And then there's Robert Crais' Elvis Cole. Elvis. Can you beat that? Elvis is funny and hip and sexy all rolled into one. Appropriately, he can't decide where to live, so he bounces back and forth between Louisiana and California.
I could go on, but you get the idea. I'm not a one guy kinda gal. I don't want to rhapsodize too much about one of these detectives. They might put out a contract on me. Then again, I bounce back and forth between New Orleans and Boston, so maybe they won't find me.