Smokin' Seventeen (Stephanie Plum)
Janet Evanovich
Language: English
Pages: 336
ISBN: 0345527704
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Where there’s smoke there’s fire, and no one knows this better than New Jersey bounty hunter Stephanie Plum.
Dead bodies are showing up in shallow graves on the empty construction lot of Vincent Plum Bail Bonds. No one is sure who the killer is, or why the victims have been offed, but what is clear is that Stephanie’s name is on the killer’s list. Short on time to find the murderer, Stephanie is also under pressure from family and friends to choose between her on-again-off-again boyfriend, Trenton cop Joe Morelli, and the bad boy in her life, security expert Ranger. Stephanie’s mom wants her to dump them both for a former high school football star who’s just returned to town. Stephanie’s sidekick, Lula, suggests a red-hot boudoir “bake-off.” And Joe’s old-world grandmother gives Stephanie “the eye,” which may mean that it’s time to get out of town.
With a cold-blooded killer after her, a handful of hot men, and a capture list that includes a dancing bear and a senior citizen vampire, Stephanie’s life looks like it’s about to go up in smoke.
don’t want you to get in the way of the eye.” So here’s the thing with the eye. I’m pretty sure it’s a bunch of baloney. Still, there’s the outside chance that Junior Genovisi didn’t lose his hair from male pattern baldness. I mean no one else in his family ever went bald, and it happened right after Bella put the whammy on him. Then there was Rose DeMarco. She accidentally mowed Bella over with her motorized wheelchair, and the next day Rose broke out with shingles. Loretta popped up, stuffed
“Babe, none of those things are going to happen.” “You don’t know that for sure. My apartment catches fire a lot.” The phone rang a second time, and I wriggled out of his arms, picked his T-shirt off the floor, dropped it over my head, and went to the dining room to get my phone. The message was from Connie, telling me to call her back. I touched the redial and looked down at Ranger’s shirt. It still smelled like him, and it was triggering little stabs of desire that mingled awkwardly with
of Ranger’s face. “Babe.” • • • Thirty seconds later I was back on my side of the car, feeling much more relaxed, struggling to get into my jeans before he eased out of the alley. I was going to hell. There was no doubt about it. “Tell me about vordo,” Ranger said. “It’s a sex spell. Morelli’s Grandma Bella put it on me, so Morelli would think I was a slut.” “If I thought this was the result of Bella’s spell I’d send her a gift.” “How else would you explain what I just did?” “Animal
apartment. We were down the stairs, running for the car when Alpha’s door crashed open, and Alpha fired off a shot at us. He was firing at sound and not sight, and his shot went wild. He squeezed off a second and third at the Cayenne, but we were already in motion, racing to the side street. “Light sleeper,” Ranger said. “What do you suppose he had in the safe?” “Money from something illegal. The possibilities are endless.” “Do we care?” I asked. “No.” “Do you think he’s the killer?” “No.
little pencil dick.” “I ain’t no pencil dick. You want to see my dick?” He unzipped his big baggy pants, and Lula tagged both of them with her stun gun. “Hunh,” Lula said. She looked down at the two guys sprawled on the sidewalk, and then she looked over at their SUV. “I think we just got a car.” “No way! That’s grand theft auto.” “You want to stay here and wait for a bus?” Good point. We scrambled into the Cherokee with Lula behind the wheel, and we took off. Two police cars passed us