Marlobo
Sugary sweet as a romance, utterly implausible as a spy novel.
On the spy side, MCs trust practically everyone they meet, even though their handler explicitly told them to trust no one except a single contact using a code name.
Then there's a mole, a high ranking enemy official in a position far too strategic to risk. He shows up and starts spilling information without the slightest precaution, just to warn that some "American friends" are in danger. Hardly the kind of intel worth blowing such a cover for, and there's no reason he should have known about them in the first place.
And that's just a couple of examples.
On the romance side, there's way too much inner monologue about how much they love each other. Moreover, other characters easily figure out they're lovers just from the way they look at each other. Some spies.
Sugary sweet as a romance, utterly implausible as a spy novel.
On the spy side, MCs trust practically everyone they meet, even though their handler explicitly told them to trust no one except a single contact using a code name.
Then there's a mole, a high ranking enemy official in a position far too strategic to risk. He shows up and starts spilling information without the slightest precaution, just to warn that some "American friends" are in danger. Hardly the kind of intel worth blowing such a cover for, and there's no reason he should have known about them in the first place.
And that's just a couple of examples.
On the romance side, there's way too much inner monologue about how much they love each other. Moreover, other characters easily figure out they're lovers just from the way they look at each other. Some spies.