Oct 02, 10
Read from September 26 to October 02, 2010
Mae Belle Sullivan needs a private detective, preferably a balding, overweight private detective without an abundance of brains or ambition. The reason Mae Belle would prefer her detective be incompetent is that she doesn’t actually want to tell him what she’s looking for. She figures that if she dresses like a fifties femme fatale and throws words like murder around, even an over-the-hill plodder with Sam Spade fantasies will create enough of a fuss to keep whoever stole her late, unlamented uncle’s diary from using it.
Mitchell Kincaid has problems of his own. After nearly a year of working as Mitch Peatwick, P.I., he’s still a couple of thousand dollars short of making good on his claim that a hotshot stock broker such as himself could get a start-up investigation firm up, running, and solvent within twelve months - all without using his own name or connections. When Mae Sullivan slinks into his office in her stiletto heeled boots and tight pink suit he knows she’s lying to him from the moment she opens her mouth. But Mae is willing to pay the money Mitch needs to win his bet and she’s got a world class behind to boot.
Despite annoying the heck out of each other at every turn, Mae and Mitch strike the kind of sparks that Sam Spade only dreamed about. While the investigation gets tangled up by Mae’s crazy family, Mae and Mitch just get tangled up in each other. If they can just figure out what happened to the diary, they might uncover a happily ever after.
Once again, Jennifer Crusie delivers a first-rate madcap romantic mystery/comedy - complete with zany characters and wacky situations - and manages to make it all deliciously real. When you’re in the mood for a truly fun read that’s both well plotted and well written, reach for a Crusie novel.