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A buddy read with the BBB buddies in December 2015
Stephani is a bounty hunter in training. In her own words: Ranger and I had a sort of loose partnership. Ranger was a genuine, cool-ass, numero-uno bounty hunter. I asked him to help me because I was still learning the trade and needed all the help I could get. His participation was in the ballpark of a pity fuck."
Stephani is blessed with marvelous relatives and they all reside in a hopping neighborhood: Grandma Mazur reads the obituary columns like they're part of the paper's entertainment section. Other communities have country clubs and fraternal orders. The burg has funeral parlors. If people stopped dying the social life of the burg would come to a grinding halt." and The traffic light turned green, and we all took off with our foot to the floor. I cut over two lanes to line up for the turnoff, beating out a Beemer. The driver flipped me the bird and blew his horn. I responded with some derisive Italian hand gestures and commented on his mother. Being born in Trenton carries a certain responsibility in these situations.
Stephanie's' men are Ranger: As far as I knew, Ranger wore only two colors: army green and bad-ass black. As always, he wore a jacket. This time the jacket was black leather. One could only guess what was hidden under the jacket. Probably enough firepower to wipe out a small European country.
and Morelli , with whom she has some history...: "You're lacking some critical attributes of a good bounty hunter," Morelli said.
"Like what?"
"Patience. Look at you. You're all tied up in knots."
He applied pressure at the base of my neck with his thumb and inched his way up to my hairline. My eyes drooped closed, and my breathing slowed.
"Feel good?" Morelli asked.
"Mmmmm."
He worked my shoulders with both hands. "You need to relax.""If I relax any more I'll melt and slide off the seat."
His hands stilled. "I like the melting part."
I turned my face toward him, and our eyes held.
"No," I said.
"Why not?"
"Because I've already seen the movie, and I hate the ending."
"Maybe it'll have a different ending this time."
"Maybe it won't."
His thumb traced over the pulse in my neck, and when he spoke his voice was low and cat's-tongue rough. "How about the middle of the movie? Did you like the middle?"
The middle of the movie had smoked. "I've seen better middles." Morelli's face creased into a wide grin. "Liar."
My, my, my.... Ooo, and there are bad guys, funerals and funeral homes, guns, perverted cousins and explosions as well... And Morelli... And Ranger...
Janet Evanovich is a master of the light and engaging mystery full of laughter, emotion, and characters which pop off the page and drive the story straight into our hearts. Nothing too complicated for a plot, nothing too tragic, and the tough moments are perfectly balanced with moments of tenderness and humor. When I read her books I can almost picture the people in them, since I have their counterparts among my family and friends. Once again, if a serious and deep suspense is your thing, this is not for you. However, if you like to read for the pleasure of relaxing with a book that brings a smile on your face and does not leave stains of darkness in your soul, this is what you need in your life - a Stephani Plum Book:):):)