Which brings us to Gestapo Mars. The main character, an unfrozen agent of the space-faring German Reich, screws his way across the gorgeous girls of the galaxy faster than you can say ‘ropey plot’. The fact that the savvy reader can predict almost to the page when the panties will drop makes for quite a laughable read (and not in the intended way). That combined with the somewhat unnecessary prolonged Star Wars nod at the end makes the whole thing feel more than a little juvenile.

Don’t get us wrong, the book definitely has high points. The cover art is wonderfully barking, while Gischler’s writing style provides some proper belly laughs throughout. He has also perfectly captured the breathless writing style of the classic pulps; here is a man who was born to write action scenes. But while the character of Carter Sloan is entertaining and the world of the space Reich is one we’re looking forward to exploring more, we can’t help but wonder if the cheap sexual content was really necessary.