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Overview

Some days are just weird city.

Take today. Jane Kelly, thirtysomething ex-bartender, current process server, and owner of The Binkster, a pug, is dutifully putting in slave-labor hours working for Dwayne Durbin, local "information specialist" (i.e., private investigator), and on the road to becoming a P.I. herself. Next thing she knows she's socializing with the Purcells, a rich, eccentric rich family with a penchant for going crazy and/or dying in spectacularly mysterious ways.

From what Jane can tell, the Purcells all want Orchid Purcell's money. And when Orchid turns up in a pool of blood, the free-for-all has just begun. Then when Jane finds a second body, it seems weird city is about to get even weirder.and a lot more deadly.

In her second smash outing, Nancy Bush's wickedly funny heroine, Jane Kelly, proves herself a worthy successor to Stephanie Plum, but with a wit, style, and dog that are definitely all her own.

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The shrewd, sassy protagonist of Bush's Jane Kelly series gets tangled in dangerous family politics in her lively second outing (after 2005's Candy Apple Red). The members of the wealthy, eccentric Purcell clan of Lake Chinook, Ore., are all crazy, warns Jane's rakish mentor Dwayne Durbin, but Jane, a PI in training, agrees to work for the handsome Jasper "Jazz" Purcell anyway. Jazz wants Jane to help assess the mental faculties of his aging grandmother, Orchid, who holds the family purse strings. With various kooky Purcells vying for an inheritance, Jane and her beloved pug, the Binkster, are embraced by Orchid. But the family's fishy history motivates Jane to investigate the long-ago death of Jazz's mother, Lily, who perished at a sanitarium. Meanwhile, Jane wrestles with ambivalence about her blossoming romance with Jazz and her flirtatious relationship with Dwayne. Bush dials up the suspense when one of the Purcells is found dead. With her clever ability to handle the zaniest of life's circumstances, Jane won't disappoint readers. (Oct.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
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MIn her second adventure after Candy Apple Red, Jane Kelly, ex-bartender and now private investigator in training, is hired to baby-sit the matriarch of the wealthy Purcell family while attempting to judge her senility. Kelly soon discovers that the entire Purcell family is somewhat off but nonetheless determined to wrest control of the family fortune from Orchid Purcell, who is quickly dispatched. Bush has a winner with this wacky, sexy second book featuring an insanely dysfunctional family and a zany wannabe P.I. with a gorgeous and intelligent partner. Look no further than Laura Levine and Tori Carrington for read-alikes. Bush lives in Lake Oswego, OR. Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
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  • ISBN-13: 9780758209078
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 10/28/2006
  • Series: Jane Kelly Series , #2
  • Pages: 331
  • Product dimensions: 5.82 (w) x 8.50 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Nancy Bush lives in Lake Oswego, Oregon, where she is working on the third novel in the Jane Kelly series.
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ELECTRIC BLUE


By NANCY BUSH

KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

Copyright © 2006 Nancy Bush
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-7582-0907-X


Chapter One

Mental illness runs in the Purcell family. I'd diligently typed this conclusion at the top of the report written on my word-processing program. I'd been so full of myself, so pleased with my thorough research and keen detecting skills that I'd smiled a Cheshire Cat smile for weeks on end. That smug grin hung around just like the cat's. It was on my face when I woke in the morning and it was there on my lips as I closed my eyes at night.

I spent hours in self-congratulation:

Oh, Jane Kelly, private investigator extraordinaire. How easy it is for you to be a detective. How good you are at your job. How exceptional you are in your field!

However ...

I wasn't smiling now.

Directly in front of me was a knife-wielding, delusional, growling, schizophrenic-the situation a direct result of my investigation into the Purcells. In disbelief I danced left and right, frantic to avoid serious injury. I looked into the rolling eyes of my attacker and felt doomed. Doomed and downright FURIOUS at Dwayne Durbin. It was his fault I was here! It was his ridiculous belief in my abilities that had put me in harm's way! Hadn't I told him I'm no good at confrontation? Hadn't I made it clear that I'm damn near a chicken-heart? Doesn't he ever listen tome?

His fervent belief in me was going to get me killed!

Gritting my teeth, I thought: I hope I live long enough to kill Dwayne first....

I was deep into the grunt work necessary to earn my license as a private investigator. Dwayne Durbin, my mentor, had finally convinced me I would be good at the job. His cheerleading on my behalf was not entirely altruistic: he wanted me to come and work for him.

I'd resisted for a while but circumstances had arisen over the summer that had persuaded me Dwayne just might be right. So, in September I became Dwayne Durbin's apprentice-and then I became his slave, spending my time putting in the hours, digging through records, doing all his dog work-which really irritates me, more at myself than him, because I'd known this was going to happen.

And though I resented all the crap-work thrown my way, Dwayne wasn't really around enough for me to work up a head of steam and vent my feelings. He was embroiled in a messy divorce case for Camellia "Cammie" Purcell Denton. His association with the Purcell family was why I'd delved into the Purcell family history in the first place. I admit this was more for my own edification than any true need on Dwayne's part, but I figured it couldn't hurt.

That particular September afternoon-the afternoon I wrote my conclusion on the report-was sunny and warm and lazy. It was a pleasure to sit on Dwayne's couch, a piece of furniture I'd angled toward his sliding glass door for a view of the shining waters of Lake Chinook. I could look over the top of my laptop as I wirelessly searched databases and historical archives and catch a glimpse of sunlight bouncing like diamonds against green water.

Resentment faded. Contentment returned. After all, it's difficult to hold a grudge when, apart from some tedium, life was pretty darn good. My rent was paid, my mother's impending visit had yet to materialize, my brother was too involved with his fiancée to pay me much attention, and I had a dog who thought I was ... well ... the cat's meow.

I finished the report and typed my name on the first page, mentally patting myself on the back for a job well done. Reluctantly, I climbed to my feet and went to check out Dwayne's refrigerator. If he possessed anything more than beer and a suspect jar of half-eaten, orange-colored chili con queso dip, life would pass from pretty darn good to sublime. My gaze settled on a lone can of diet A&W root beer. Not bad. Popping the top, I returned to the couch and my laptop.

Intending to concentrate, my eyes kept wandering to the scene outside the sliding glass door. Dwayne, who'd been lounging in a deck chair, was now making desultory calls on his cell phone. He stepped in and out of my line of vision as I hit the print button, wirelessly sending information to Dwayne's printer. Nirvana. I'm technologically challenged, but Dwayne has a knack for keeping things running smoothly and efficiently despite my best efforts. Since I'd acquired my newest laptop-a gift from an ex-boyfriend-I'd slowly weaned myself from my old grinder of a desktop. This new, eager slimmed-down version had leapfrogged me into a new era of computers. It fired up and slammed me onto the Internet faster than you can say, "Olly olly Oxenfree." (I have no idea what this means but it was a favorite taunt from my brother Booth who was always crowing it when we were kids, gloating and laughing and skipping away, delighted that he'd somehow "got" me. Which, when I think about it, still has the power to piss me off.)

The new laptop untethered me from my old computer's roosting spot on the desk in my bedroom. Now, I'm mobile. I bring my work over to Dwayne's, which he highly encourages. I'm fairly certain Dwayne hopes I'll suddenly whirl into a female frenzy of cleaning and make his place spotlessly clean. Like, oh, sure, that's going to happen.

Still, I enjoy my newfound freedom and so Dwayne's cabana has become a sort of office for me. I claimed my spot on his well-used but extremely comfortable one-time blue, now dusty gray, sofa early. Being more of a phone guy, Dwayne spends his time on his back deck/dock and conducts business outdoors as long as it isn't raining or hailing and sometimes even if it is.

Feeling absurdly content (always a bad sign for me, one I choose to ignore) I checked my e-mail. Nothing besides a note from someone named Trixie which I instantly deleted. One day I made the mistake of opening one of those spam e-mails about super hot sex and ever since I've been blessed with a barrage of Viagra, Cialis and penis enlargement ads and/or promises. If I didn't have penis envy before, I sure as hell do now. Eighteen inches? Where would you park that thing on a daily basis? There are a lot of hours when it's not in use ... unless you count the fact that it functions as some guys' brains. I have met these sorts, but I try not to date them. Makes for uncomfortable dinners out where I talk and they just stare at my breasts. If I had serious cleavage I could almost understand, but my fear is that it simply means my conversation is really boring.

My cell phone rang with a whiny, persistent ring. I am going to have to figure out how to change it. A James Bond theme would be nice. I snatched it up without looking at Caller ID. An error. Marta Cornell, one of Portland's most voracious divorce lawyers, was on the line.

"Jane!" Marta's voice shouted into my ear. Her voice lies at sonic-boom level. I feared this time she may have shot one of my inner ear bones-the hammer, the anvil or the stirrup-into the center of my brain. Who names those things, anyway?

"You know Dwayne was working for Cammie Purcell," Marta charged ahead without waiting for my response. "Jane? Are you there?"

"Yes." I was cautious. Marta was Cammie's divorce lawyer and Dwayne had been following Cammie's husband Chris around for several weeks, intent on obtaining proof that he possessed a second family. Said family was apparently sucking up some Purcell money. Chris Denton wasn't exactly a bigamist. He'd never actually married his other "wife." But he had children with her and he divided his time between them and Cammie. Stunted as he was maturity-wise, I was impressed he could juggle two relationships. Sometimes I find it difficult just taking care of my dog.

"That job's pretty much finished, isn't it?" Marta asked.

"I think so." Actually, I wasn't completely sure. Cases like Cammie's seemed to undulate: sometimes the work lasted days on end; other times it nearly died. When Dwayne had first discovered the dirt on Chris, he'd disclosed it to Cammie and Marta. With divorce in the offing, Marta must have seen greenbacks floating around her head, but weirdly, Cammie's only remark had been a question: "What are the childrens' names?"

Later I'd learned this query had some merit after all: Chris's two girls-with his almost wife-were Jasmine and Blossom. When Dwayne told Cammie their names her face crumpled as if she were going to cry. But then she fought off the tears and went into a quiet rage instead.

"Her eyes looked like they were going to bug out of her head," Dwayne told me later. "I took a step backward. Her hands were clenching and unclenching. She wanted to kill me for telling her. A part of my brain was searching the room for a weapon. But then she kinda pulled herself together." Dwayne gave me a long look. "I don't ever want to be in a room alone with her again. No wonder the bastard left her."

Camellia's strange behavior was explained when it surfaced that many of the female members of the Purcell family were named after flowers. Apparently Chris's non-Purcell "wife" had fallen for this weird obsession as well, and since it was a decidedly Purcell quirk, Cammie appeared ready to kill over it.

This was about the time I decided to indulge in some Purcell family history. Hence, my report.

"Jasper Purcell would like to meet with you," Marta said, bringing me back to the present with a bang. "He needs a P.I."

"You mean, meet with Dwayne?" I asked, puzzled. I was the research person, not the A-list investigator.

"Nope." Her voice sounded as if she were trying to tamp down her excitement. Must be more money involved. "He called this morning and asked me for the name of a private investigator. It's something of a personal nature, to do with his family."

"This is Dwayne's case," I reminded her. I didn't add that Dwayne wanted to wash his hands of the whole thing.

"Jasper wants someone else to tackle this one. Says it's sensitive."

I glanced through the sliding glass door to where Dwayne, who'd removed his shirt in the unseasonably hot, early October sunshine, was standing on the dock. His back was hard, tan and smooth. Someone who knew him drove by in a speedboat and shouted good-natured obscenities. Dwayne turned his head, grinned and gave the guy the finger.

"How sensitive?" I asked.

"He said he wants a woman."

I wasn't sure what I thought of that. Just how many private investigators did the Purcell family need? "I'll have to make sure this is okay with Dwayne."

"I talked to Dwayne this morning," Marta revealed. "He said he's had his fill of the Purcells but if you wanted to step in, he was all for it."

Nice of Marta to keep that tidbit of information back while she felt me out on the subject. I didn't like being manipulated, and I was pretty sure that was what she was doing.

Also, I knew Dwayne's feelings about Cammie, but this sounded suspicious. Dwayne likes to cherry-pick assignments. That's why I'd been relegated to grinding research and drudge work. I narrowed my eyes at his back until he glanced around. His brows lifted at my dark look and he stuck his head inside the gap in the sliding glass door. "What?"

"I'm talking to Marta Cornell about the Purcells."

"They pay well, darlin', and that's the only goddamn good thing about 'em." He went back to the sunshine, turning his face skyward like a sybarite.

Marta persisted, "Our client wants you to meet him at Foster's around four. Get a table. He'll buy dinner."

Free food. I'm a sucker for it and Marta knows my weakness.

And Foster's On The Lake is just about my favorite restaurant in the whole world. I seesawed, thinking I might be getting into something I really shouldn't. In the end, I agreed to go. How bad could the Purcells be?

Two hours later I found a parking spot about a block from Foster's On The Lake-no small feat-then walked through the restaurant to the back patio, snagging a table beneath one of the plastic, faux-grass umbrellas that sported a commanding view of Lake Chinook. Most of the umbrellas are green canvas, but sometimes Jeff Foster, owner and manager of Foster's On The Lake, adds a bit of fun to the mix, hence the plastic-party-ones. He didn't notice my arrival or he would have steered me toward a less well-placed table. He knows how cheap I am and tries to give the paying customers the best seats. I was all ready to explain that I was being treated by one of the Purcells but a member of the wait staff I didn't know let me choose my table. Maybe it was because I'd taken a little extra care with my appearance. I'd unsnapped my ponytail, brushed and briefly hot-curled my hair, tossed on a tan, loosely flowing skirt and black tank top. I'd even done the mascara/eyeliner bit, topping the whole look off with some frosted lip gloss.

The Binkster, my pug, had cocked her head at me and slowly wagged her tail. I took this to mean I looked hot.

I'd forgotten to ask Marta what Jasper looked like. He was a Purcell and the Purcells were wealthy and notorious, so apparently that was supposed to be enough. From my research I knew he was in his mid-thirties. I settled back and ordered a Sparkling Cyanide, my new favorite drink, a bright blue martini that draws envious eyes from the people who've ordered your basic rum and Cokes.

I was sipping away when a man in the right age bracket strode onto the patio. He stopped short to look around. I nearly dropped my cocktail. I say nearly, because I'd paid a whopping eight bucks for it and I wasn't going to lose one drop unless Mt. St. Helen's erupted again and spewed ash and lava to rain down on Foster's patio, sending us all diving for cover. Even then I might be able to balance it.

I felt my lips part. Marta must have guessed what my reaction would be when I clapped eyes on him. She probably was fighting back a huge hardy-har-har all the while we were on the phone. This guy was flat-out gorgeous. Women seated around me took notice: smoothing their hair, sitting up straighter, looking interested and attentive. His gaze settled on me. I gulped against a dry throat. He had it all. Movie star good looks. Electric blue eyes and thick lashes. Chiseled jaw. Smooth, naturally dark skin and blinding white teeth. And a strong physique-taut and muscular with that kind of sinewy grace that belongs to jungle cats. I should have known this was going to turn out badly. I should have heard the "too handsome" alarm clang in my brain. But, honestly, I just stared.

He flashed me a smile, then scraped back the chair opposite me. The sun's rays sent a shaft of gold light over his left arm. His gray shirt was one of those suede-ish fabrics that moves like a second skin.

"Jane Kelly?" he asked.

Great voice. Warm and mellow. He smelled good, too. Musky and citrusy at the same time. And his dark hair had the faintest, and I mean faintest, of an auburn tint, a shade women pay big, big, HUGE, bucks for.

I nodded, wondering if I should check for drool on my chin. You can never be too careful.

"I'm Jasper Purcell."

"Hello."

"Thanks for meeting me. I know I didn't give you a lot of time."

I cleared my throat. "No problem. Marta Cornell said you wanted to see me about your family. She wasn't specific."

"I wasn't specific with her." He hesitated, his eyes squinting a bit as if he were wrestling with confiding in me. After a moment, he said, "It's about my grandmother, Orchid Purcell."

I looked interested, waiting for him to continue.

"She named all her girls after flowers. But it's the only crazy thing she's done until now."

Mental illness runs in the Purcell family.... "What's happened?" I asked cautiously, but Jasper Purcell didn't answer me. He appeared to be lost to some inner world.

Eventually he surfaced, glancing around, seeming to notice his surroundings for the first time. "Nice place. I've never been here."

Since Foster's was a Lake Chinook institution I was kind of surprised. The Dunthorpe area-where the Purcell mansion had been for the last century-was just north of the lake. If Jasper Purcell grew up there, the restaurant seemed like a natural.

"How can I help you, Mr. Purcell?"

"Sorry." He leaned across the table and shook my hand. The heat of his fingers ran right up my arm. I was dazzled by that incredible face so close to mine. "Call me Jazz."

"Jazz?"

"Short for Jasper. My cousin Cammie could never pronounce it."

Nowhere in my research had anything been said about this man's extraordinary good looks. Was Cammie as beautiful as Jasper-Jazz-was handsome? I made a mental note to ask Dwayne.

Instinctively, I knew I should stay out of whatever he had in store for me. But I really wanted to help him. Really, really wanted to help him. Call it temporary insanity. But every cell in my body seemed to be magnetically attracted to him.

(Continues...)



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  • Posted April 12, 2009

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    Cheap-o!

    I have to say the ONLY thing I recall off the top of my head about this book and the main character is that she's cheap. I find this VERY irritating and not at all interesting to read. This is the second book in this series that I've read. Honestly, I bought this one by mistake thinking it was the long-sought second installment of another author. (Can't find the first book and can't remember the author! Ugh!) I was disappointed when I figured out my mistake, but I read the book anyway, as readers will do. So, the storyline is pretty good. The character is ALMOST likeable. But there are more irritating aspects to her character than endearing ones. I won't be buying another book in the series...unless/until I forget again. The covers are great! Right?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 22, 2014

    Super read!

    I enjoyed this book so much! Just when one mystery was solved, another developed! I really am looking forward to reading the whole series!

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  • Posted January 25, 2013

    A great read.

    I really enjoyed the Jane Kelly series and wish there were more in the series.

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  • Posted September 7, 2011

    highly recommended

    very good book

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  • Posted March 21, 2011

    Highly recommended

    If you love the Stephanie Plum Series from janet Evanovich, You will absolutely love this series too.

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  • Posted April 3, 2010

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    Fun

    No stephanie plum, but the stories are pretty good.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 23, 2009

    I love the Jane Kelly Mysteries

    I Love the books... You really need to start with the first one... CANDY APPLE RED... OVER ALL.... AWESOME BOOK!!!
    18 years and +

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Simply electrifying

    Dwayne Durbin is mentoring process server Jane Kelly on the fine art of becoming an information specialist also known as a private detective. For the most part the rookie is doing great work. He assigns her to tail a woman at a spa whose husband believes she is cheating on him. She discovers who the perpetrator is vandalizing a homeowner whose house extension is opposed by his neighbors. She is paid for these jobs, but the Purcell case, which takes up much of her time, is gratis.-------------------- Jazz Purcell contacts Dwayne who dumps him on Jane because he thinks she and he and his blood kin are crazy. Jane meets Jazz¿s grandmother Orchid to learn if the elderly matriarch is mentally slipping perhaps into dementia or Alzheimer¿s. Jane is uncertain, but advices Orchid not to grant power of attorney to any or her relatives as the tyro sleuth trusts none of them to care for the interests of the geriatric and probably want her dead. When Orchid dies, Jane feels a murder occurred and is obsessed with uncovering the killer¿s identity though that places her and Dwayne at risk.------------ Nancy Bush has written a witty clever private investigative tale that is filled with plenty of surprises and skeletons that see the light of day due to the stubbornness of the heroine. Jane is a hoot as she turns away from the wealthy handsome Jazz because he is not the one yet remains in denial when it comes to Dwayne who deep down may be the one. Readers will be disturbed by the dysfunctional seemingly uncaring Purcell family that in some ways could come from recent headlines. ELECTRIC BLUE is simply electrifying thanks mostly to Jane who concocts quite a cocktail.--------------- Harriet Klausner

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