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Lori CopelandSusan May Warren’s wit, charm, and dead-on characterization always make me laugh.
— Lori Copeland, best-selling author of the Brides of the West series
Alleged adulterer Rudy Bagwell didn't have a prayer of escaping.
"I'm telling you, Jeremy, we're going to nail him this time." She wasn't sure why she felt the need to keep her voice to a hoarse whisper into the pay phone-or even to press herself closer to the wall of the ancient one-story motel. It wasn't like Rudy or his cohort in crime, Geri Fitz, would hear her. Still, what a time for her cell phone company to cut off service. Just because a gal happened to be short on funds ...
PJ glanced at her watch-2:14 a.m., a resounding gavel bang to Rudy's guilt. After all, who would be sneaking around after midnight?
Without, er, a good reason. Like a stakeout.
"I followed him to the Windy Oaks Motel off Highway 12," PJ continued. She glanced toward the soot-dark picture window next to the peeling door of Rudy's room. A brass number 8, slanted at a corrupt angle, glared against the parking lot lights as if spotlighting the sin behind the closed doors.
If she were picking a location to have a tryst with her old high school sweetheart, she might have aimed higher than a graying yellow motel edged with weeds, a broken swing set, a muddy sandbox, and a Dumpster stuffed with a ripped prison-striped mattress. Oh, the romance.
Just standing in the greasy parking lot made her itch, as if she might be the one engaging in the skulduggery.
Now that she was a PI in training, she got to use words like that. She had even highlighted this one in the Basics of Private Investigation manual Jeremy had assigned her to read as part of her apprenticeship. She had read the "Stakeout" chapter three times. And, if she did say so herself, had the "Tailing Your Suspect" techniques down to a science.
Nope, Rudy wasn't getting away with cheating on his wife. Not with PJ Sugar on the job.
"Are you sure it's him?" Jeremy spoke through the gravel in his voice, obviously dredged from a deep sleep.
She heard a faint siren on the other end of the line and did the math. "Are you sleeping at the office again?"
"I worked late. Are you sure it's Rudy?"
"Of course it's Rudy. He's exactly the same dirtbag he was in high school-pockmarked face, a permanent scowl. He was even wearing his leather jacket, which seems suspicious given that it's August and about seventy degrees out...."
She heard him sigh, could imagine Jeremy running his wide hand over his face, through the dark grizzle of his late-night shadow and over his curly, thinning hair. "I'm not sure that I'm up to your PI prowess tonight. Have I ever told you that you're hard to handle?"
"Every day. Now, get out of bed and bring your camera equipment. Oh, Cynthie is going to be thrilled! I promised her we were going to take down her cheatin' husband."
And Cynthie wasn't the only one to whom she'd promised results. She'd also made a plethora of private promises to herself. A brand-new job, a brand-new life ... this time she wasn't going to quit or take the fastest route out of town. She was getting this done, no matter what the cost.
"See, this is your problem, PJ. You make promises you can't keep. Two weeks, and Rudy hasn't been seen doing anything more notorious than ordering extra whip on his macchiato. I'm thinking Cynthie is dreaming his affair. And speaking of dreaming, that's what I should be doing. And you too. Get home. Go to bed."
"I'm on the case, Jeremy. A great PI follows her instincts, and I know Rudy's hooked back up with Geri. You should have seen those two in high school-in the halls, wrapped in each other's arms, making out by the lockers-"
"I don't want to hear this."
"I'm just saying, they were an item, and sparks like that never die."
Silence throbbed on the other end of the phone.
PJ closed her eyes.
"Really." The word from Jeremy came out small, without much emotion, but PJ felt it like a jab to her heart, even put a hand to her chest.
In some cases, she wanted to add. But not always. Or maybe, yes, always. She wasn't sure, not with her return to her hometown of Kellogg, Minnesota, right into the bull's-eye of her high school heartthrob, Daniel "Boone" Buckam, bad boy-turned-detective, who had decided their old flames might be worth stirring up.
PJ had spent too many years roaming the country with his name still simmering in her heart to ignore the fire there.
But Jeremy Kane, PI, had given her a job, even though so far, two months into her gig, Jeremy still hadn't let her run with her instincts, hadn't let her handle her own cases. She knew she could be his right-hand gal if he'd just give her a chance.
So she couldn't find the right reply for him now, as she stood in the darkness, alone, knowing she'd been driven out of her bed and from a sound night's sleep by the stirring desire to prove herself. And maybe something else ... something she didn't especially want to talk about. At least not with Jeremy, her boss.
Boss. She needed to write that word on her hand or something. Jeremy was her boss.
"We got 'em, Jeremy. And if we can get pictures, then we'll have done our job. So get over here."
"PJ, sometimes ..." But she heard silence on the other end before she had a chance to tell him that she would surely appreciate some Cheetos and a Diet Coke. Investigative work made a person hungry.
Thirty minutes later Jeremy tapped on the window of her VW Bug, looking bedraggled and annoyed.
But because he could read her mind, he held in his hand two cold sodas.
"Scoot over," he snarled as he climbed in beside her, handing her a soda. His scowl only enhanced his hard-edged former Navy SEAL persona, all dark eyes; wide, ropy-muscled shoulders; trim waist; and long legs. He wore a black T-shirt, a pair of dark jeans, and black Converse shoes that made him melt into the night.
In fact, he sort of matched her.
"Is this Sneaky PJ? Black from head to toe? Where are your Superman pants?"
"Hey, a girl has to dress the part. You taught me that."
Only, in her black leggings and oversize black sweatshirt, she looked more sloppy than dangerous. Apparently only Jeremy could pull that off. She'd first discovered the black ops side of Jeremy Kane the night he'd cajoled her into sneaking into the Kellogg Country Club. She'd nearly been caught when she froze in the bright lights of near discovery.
On the spot, Jeremy, the person she'd believed to be a pizza delivery guy, had morphed into GI Joe, scooping her into his arms and hiding her behind boxes of golf shirts, gripping his flashlight like a lethal weapon.
The memory still sent a forbidden thrill through her, one she didn't know how to interpret.
And she still, on occasion, called him Pizza Man.
Jeremy didn't smile, just opened his own soda with a hush, took a swig, and wiped his mouth with his hand. "So, any changes?"
"Rudy hasn't ordered out for pizza, if that's what you mean. Did you bring the camera?"
He shrugged a strap off his shoulder and dumped a bag onto her lap, then levered his seat back and closed his eyes. "I've created a monster."
PJ opened the bag and began fitting the long-range digital camera together.
Three hours later, she nudged Jeremy awake. She'd quietly sung through the score of The Phantom of the Opera as well as her complete knowledge of the Beatles and ABBA repertoires, then played "I'm going to the beach and I'm bringing ..." from A to Z twice and tried to read the chapter titled "How to Find Missing Persons" with the neon blue light attached to her key chain. She'd even rummaged through her canvas purse that Jeremy referred to as "the abyss," found a bottle of pink polish, and refreshed her pedicure.
Still, a gal could sit in silence for only so long.
"Smile, this is for posterity." PJ held the digital camera out as far as her arm would reach, leaned her head in toward his, and depressed the button.
Light flashed like a bullet, shooting her vision with dots against the gray pallor of morning.
"What are you doing?" Jeremy whipped out his arm and snatched the camera from her hand. "Are you trying to get us made?"
"Oh yes, I'm sure they're glued to the window as we speak."
He scrolled through the previous shots. "What is this-pictures of your toes?"
"I have cute toes. And I was bored. Delete them if you want."
Outside, dew glistened on the car hood. She'd rolled up her window, wishing she'd brought along a jacket when she tiptoed out of her sister's house in the wee hours of the morning, and now shivered. She clamped her hand over a yawn. "I hope they're not late sleepers."
"I can't believe he hasn't snuck out back to Cynthie yet."
Jeremy popped his seat up and reached for his now-warm soda. PJ said nothing when he noted it was nearly gone.
"Is that what the cheaters usually do-sneak out for their trysts and then back to their wives before dawn?"
"Sometimes. Depends. The ones who work downtown usually disappear at lunchtime."
"Is PI work always so ... slimy? I feel a little dirty, like I need a shower or something."
"I have news for you, PJ. You do need a shower."
"Seriously, don't we get to solve a real crime? like a murder or something?"
In the receding shadows, Jeremy looked less menacing, although she'd once seen him shoot a man. "Be thankful for the boring ones. They don't hurt."
She didn't respond. But she had thought that being a PI-or rather a PI's assistant-might be more, well, fun. Instead, she'd spent two tedious months parked behind a desk, filing reports, answering Jeremy's calls. Only recently had he invited her to keep him company on his stakeouts.
She longed for high action. Undercover ops and maybe even some karate. In fact ... "Maybe I should sign up for one of Sergei's tae kwon do classes. I think it would help."
"What-in understanding Korean? or maybe Russian so you can help Connie with the in-laws?"
"Very funny. No, in taking down criminals."
Jeremy ran a finger and thumb against his eyes. Sighed. "Why don't I send you on a mission?"
"A mission? I'd love to-"
"Get us some donuts." He glanced in the rearview mirror. "Good Mornin' Donuts' light just went on."
"Is that all I am to you-a delivery girl?"
The minute the words left her mouth, PJ knew she was asking for trouble. Jeremy wore the inklings of a very devilish smile. "Oh, don't get me started."
Perhaps Boone wasn't the only one trying to kindle a flame.
Jeremy held her gaze and shook his head. "Maybe stakeouts aren't such a great idea."
"I'll get the donuts."
Since she'd parked next to a wall deep in the shadows of the Chinese takeout place, she had to wait for Jeremy to climb out of the Bug before she piled over the driver's seat. He held open the door for her and she scrambled out without looking at him.
"I'll take a bismark."
"What is that-the battleship of all donuts?" She laughed at her own joke.
Jeremy rolled his eyes. "A donut covered in chocolate and filled with custard." He shook his head as he climbed back into the Bug and closed the door.
Sounded like a long john to her. If they were going to work together, they'd need to nail down their donut terminology.
The cool air raised gooseflesh on her skin as she jogged across the parking lot toward the donut shop. The sun, just a sparkle of hope on the horizon, edged into the metal gray sky, and she smelled summer in the tang of grass freshened by the morning dew. Her Converse slapped against the concrete as she hustled to the doors.
The reception area inside remained dark in the early morning shadows. Lifeless. Void of donuts. She cupped her hand over her eyes and peered through the glass, her stomach clenching in dismay. "Hello in there!"
No one. She knocked on the glass door and then spied someone inside wearing a white apron, moving around in the baking area.
"Hello! We need donuts!"
From the back, a body appeared-a teenager with dyed black hair, a lip ring, and darty black eyes, his apron strings wrapped twice around his noodle-thin body (the boy needed to consume his own product). PJ banged on the window, and he jumped as if she might be wielding a rocket launcher.
Good grief, she just wanted a donut. "Are you open?"
The boy drifted toward the front of the store almost surreptitiously, as if he might be letting in the Mongol horde through the gates of the castle.
He unlocked the door, cracking it just wide enough for his lips to fit through. "We're not open yet."
PJ wrapped her arms around herself and tried to appear as waiflike as possible. "Oh, please, please, I'm starved."
He eyed her warily.
"I spent the night in my car." She added a little shiver. Looked pitiful. Smiled.
He might have believed her-and now her less-than-dangerous attire might have actually worked in her favor-because he opened the door. "Quick. In the back."
PJ slunk in, the ever-present danger of a raid hovering over the moment. But never let it be said that when Jeremy sent her on a mission, she returned empty-handed.
She scampered into the back room, where she discovered trays of glistening amber donut holes, freshly glazed. The entire room smelled of baking bread, sugar glaze, and the heady indulgence of chocolate. "I'll take a dozen holes and a bismark-" she glanced at his name tag-"Phillip." She held out a ten-dollar bill, intimating that he keep the change.
After all, that's what PIs did ... paid for information. Or donuts.
Whatever it took to complete the mission.
Phillip boxed up the holes and the bismark, took the ten, and honest Abe that he was, headed to the front to make change. He stopped short at the threshold to the front parlor. "It's my boss," he whispered. He turned and, for a guy already sorta pasty, went even whiter. "Hurry, please ... go out the back."
She'd never been kicked out of a bakery before. But to save her new hero ... she turned and pushed on the metal door, letting it swish shut behind her.
PJ was standing in the back alley next to a Dumpster, a beat-up red Honda, and a pile of old, broken pallets, holding the donut box and giving serious contemplation to digging in right there, when she spied him-Rudy Bagwell, sneaking out a back window of the Windy Oaks Motel.
Oh, she was good at this job.
From this angle she watched Rudy hit the ground and skirt along the back of the motel unit, on the way to freedom.
Sneaky. But not too sneaky for her, the Panther.
PJ hiked the box under her arm and crossed the road, hoping Jeremy saw her angle toward her quarry. Even if he couldn't spot Rudy from his angle, a guy with an eye out for his donuts should know to wake up and grab his camera.
Rudy had stopped at the edge of the motel, leaning away from the wind to light a cigarette.
She slowed her pace and strolled up to him as if she'd just been out early for a donut run. "Hey there."
He glanced at her, and for a second she wondered if he would recognize her-after all, she did have one vivid recollection of a wild high school beach party when he'd passed out and she and Boone had buried him to his waist in sand.
He grunted at her and blew out a long stream of smoke.
He grunted again, rolling the cigarette between two fingers. He didn't look like a man who'd spent the night in the arms of his beloved high school sweetheart. In fact, he had a rather ugly welt on his chin, and also, if she looked closely-although she didn't make it obvious-a splatter of blood down his white shirt, maybe from a bloody nose. Or his lip-it looked a little puffy.
She took a step back, glancing toward Jeremy. Movement in the VW parked in the shadows across the lot was too difficult to discern from here. But Rudy would have to cross in front of the motel to retrieve his Camaro. Jeremy could get the shot then.
So why had Rudy come this way-around the back, away from his wheels?
"Is there something you want, babe?" Rudy cocked his head at her. "Don't I know you?"
She shook her head. "No, I-"
His eyes widened. "PJ Sugar." He said it slowly, with a hint of a snarl-maybe he did remember the beach party-and pushed himself away from the building. "I'd heard you were back in town. Cynthie said she saw your picture in the paper. You solved Hoffman's murder ..." His gaze went from her to the parking lot.
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Posted August 22, 2010
What is love? One thing PJ does discover is that love is more than a feeling!
Susan May Warren has created a honest, humorous and smart heroine in PJ, who constantly seems to be tripping over her own feet and making promises that she can't keep. The sparks between PJ and Jeremy fly right off the page and will have readers just as torn between Boone and Jeremy as PJ is.
PJ is out to prove she has what she can to become a real investigator. She's determined to do whatever it takes to get the job done. I also enjoyed the fact that PJ really does want to do what God has asked her to do; she just isn't quite sure what that is. She seeks His help but can't seem to see herself or her situation the way God does. I can relate to PJ and enjoyed her. I found myself in stitches several times throughout this story.
I really liked this novel, it was entertaining, but thought provoking, tender, but mysteriously deep. I like the spiritual thread and the struggle PJ encountered throughout the course of this book - to find out just what God had in store for her life. It's a struggle that most of us face and could relate to. I also enjoyed the fun cast-off zany characters and the mystery PJ tries to get to the bottom of. I'm very thankful that I received a review copy of this book and I have to say, I totally recommend both books in this series. I'm looking forward to reading Licensed for Trouble, in stores soon.
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This has to be one of the best books I have read this year. And PJ Sugar is the perfect heroine!
I just loved this novel, it was funny, charming, a neat love story and characters that quickly infuse themselves into your day.
PJ Sugar wants to be a PI, but everywhere she turns trouble abounds, screaming chinchillas, a Russian in law involved in a car theft ring, and an attempted kidnapping involving.smelly gym socks??
The dialogue in this book really keeps the reader riveted, it's snazzy and to the point and occasionally laugh out loud funny! All of the scenes in the book are visual and gripping. I was brought right into the moment and never released for even a second. This book was very hard to put down!
The love triangle between Boone, PJ and Jeremy is sizzling with unexpected turns and I seriously cannot wait for book three to find out how PJ makes her mind up. I hope we figure out her name too!
All in all a stand up great book. With action, romance, laughter, the perfect heroine and a two heart stopping heros, this book is one of my all time favorites and I am looking forward to reading more about PJ in book three! Highly recommended!
Posted April 12, 2010
I needed something lighter to read, then Susan May Warren's Double Trouble came in the mail. The blurb on the back quotes another author (Lori Copeland) saying the "dead-on characterization always makes me laugh." It sounded good to me, and was good too. Just what I needed in fact.
PJ Sugar is reinventing herself as a private detective-well, private detective's assistant to be precise. She has a history that makes living back home a little difficult, and romantic ties to the local policeman. I'd know more about it if I wasn't joining the series halfway through, but I never felt like I was missing any necessary information, or that the author was dumping details on me to catch me up. The characters quickly became real and their relationships and backgrounds all fell into place.
Detective Boone Buckam: Overly protective-possibly controlling-maybe it's inherent in being a guy-I just don't know if he's the guy for her. PJ Sugar: Overly quick to jump to conclusions-possibly low self-esteem-maybe just inherent in being a woman.But none of it was really a simple as that. The characters built up then overcame their stereotypes. The delightful Russians were just fun to hang around with. The elderly neighbor could be more, or less, batty than she seems. And the little boy was cute. The danger in PJ's adventure is cleverly low-key, and the intrigue definitely fishy but the red herrings still smell okay.
I really enjoyed the book, and when, halfway through, I found that characters weren't just "going to church" on occasion, but might even talk about God, that was fine because I already felt like I knew them. It was also fine because the lessons the protagonist learns are ones applicable to many of us, and most certainly to me.
So, light but not fluffy, entertaining but though-provoking too, gentle and oddly deep. Some more of this series may turn out to be just what I need on future occasions so I'll make sure to remember the author-Susan May Warren.
I enjoyed reading this book as well as the first book in the series, not because they were stories that were so unique or intricate, but because the characters are fun, and I feel that I can kind of relate to the simple scrapes and life mishaps that the main character experiences in this story. It's nice to read a book that has some deeper spiritual significance in parts, while still being a light-hearted read. It's a good book for a rainy day or light bedtime reading. I am looking forward to another book in this series.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted February 26, 2010
Double Trouble by Susan May Warren is the second title in the PJ Sugar series. PJ has embraced her new role as private detective, even if her boss Jeremy isn't trusting her the way she'd like and her ex-boyfriend and police officer Boone doesn't think she's up to the challenge. They both have to change their tune when PJ undertakes a case that forces her to impersonate a woman in the Witness Protection Program and is sure that her life in is danger. PJ embraces the challenge, despite the threat of exposure. Warren has created a humorous and smart heroine in PJ who constantly seems to be tripping over her own feet and making promises that she can't keep. The sparks between PJ and Jeremy fly right off the page and will have readers just as torn between Boone and Jeremy as PJ is. Warren's writing is never cliched and she delights in upending readers' expectations. This is one series that I hope lasts for twenty or more books!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted November 12, 2009
PJ Sugar roamed the world for ten years, getting in and out of trouble while having fun adventures until she realized that chapter of her life was closed; it was time to go home. She lives in her sister's house in Kellogg, Minnesota with her brother-in-law, his parents and their child; and works as an apprentice to private detective Jeremy Kane. Detective Daniel "Boone" Buck wants to marry her seeing that the girl he loved a decade ago is the woman he loves now though she has doubts as she has come a long way since then.
Jeremy sees Sugar as she is today with no romantic lens filtering their relationship; though he deems her unready for dangerous work. Instead he assigns her to impersonate free spirited Dally Morrison, who is to testify against gang leader and drug lord Billy Finch. Fearing Finch has sent a hit man to kill her, Dally needs a new hiding place. PJ's impersonation works too well as she is kidnapped and Dally's house is broken into. The easy assignment has turned dangerous but PJ feels ready for prime time. She likes Dally's neighbor and the group who plays on Dally's softball team and considers deeply how she feels about the two men already in her life.
Susan May Warren has written an intriguing mystery filled with humor and excitement. The heroine is trying to learn just who she is and who she wants without hurting Boone or Jeremy, which makes all three in diverse ways endearing to the audience although Double Trouble for PJ. The whodunit is intricately designed to insure the reader has Nothing But Trouble discerning who abducted Sugar acting as Dally.
Posted April 10, 2010
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