Lorelei King returns to Trenton, N.J., to continue the misadventures of Stephanie Plum, intermittently successful bounty hunter. King is one of many to voice Janet Evanovich's successful series, but her voice can be heard above the crowd, especially when she's bringing the more colorful characters to life. Her former prostitute Lula can tear down walls with the force of her personality, and King gives professional security specialist (read "mercenary") Ranger the measured tones of one who is always in control. Stephanie spends much of the book blue from a briefcase dye bomb. King's Plum accepts her blueness and responds to the reactions with indignity, ruefulness and eventually resignation. In addition to established favorites, Evanovich has thrown into the mix a 60-ish singer trying to hang onto fame who gives King plenty of scope for her Southern side. Fearless Fourteen becomes peerless fourteen with narrator King at the helm. A St. Martin's hardcover (Reviews, May 19). (June)Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
Fearless Fourteen (Stephanie Plum Series #14)by Janet Evanovich
In the fourteenth book in the series, the stakes are raised even higher as Stephanie Plum finds herself in her most dangerous, hilarious, hottest, chase yet. With her loveably offbeat family along for the ride (as well as a few new faces), it's clear to see why the Plum novels are called "Hot Stuff" by the New York Times and why Evanovich herself/i>… See more details below
In the fourteenth book in the series, the stakes are raised even higher as Stephanie Plum finds herself in her most dangerous, hilarious, hottest, chase yet. With her loveably offbeat family along for the ride (as well as a few new faces), it's clear to see why the Plum novels are called "Hot Stuff" by the New York Times and why Evanovich herself is called "the master."
“Lorelei King gives a fantastic performance of Janet Evanovich's latest comedic mystery caper involving New Jersey bail bondswoman Stephanie Plum and her compatriots…. relax and enjoy Evanovich's tight writing and King's amazing reading of everyone from Stephanie to tough cops to adolescent boys to a Big Black Mama of a woman. Add spot-on conversations, real-life phrasing, such as breathlessness when Stephanie's chasing a con, and an end-of-book interview of Evanovich by King, and you have the perfect listen.” AudioFile on Fearless Fourteen, an Earphones Award Winner
“Stephanie Plum is a bounty hunter with a great sense of humor that balances out her attitude and worse luck...like Dorothy Parker with a lousy job and a Jersey accent.” Time
“Evanovich's series is as addictive as Fritos...Evanovich serves up consistently craveable goodies.” People
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In my mind, my kitchen is filled with crackers and cheese, roast chicken leftovers, farm fresh eggs, and coffee beans ready to grind. The reality is that I keep my Smith & Wesson in the cookie jar, my Oreos in the micro wave, a jar of peanut butter and hamster food in the over-the-counter cupboard, and I have beer and olives in the refrigerator. I used to have a birthday cake in the freezer for emergencies, but I ate it.
Truth is, I would dearly love to be a domestic goddess, but the birthday cake keeps getting eaten. I mean, you buy it, and you eat it, right? And then where are you? No birthday cake. Ditto cheese and crackers and eggs and the roast chicken leftovers (which were from my mother). The coffee beans are light-years away. I don't own a grinder. I guess I could buy two birthday cakes, but I'm afraid I'd eat both.
My name is Stephanie Plum, and in my defense I'd like to say that I have bread and milk on my shopping list, and I don't have any communicable diseases. I'm five feet, seven inches. My hair is brown and shoulder length and naturally curly. My eyes are blue. My teeth are mostly straight. My manicure was pretty good three days ago, and my shape is okay. I work as a bond enforcement agent for my cousin Vinnie, and today I was standing in Loretta Rizzi's kitchen, thinking not onlywas Loretta ahead of me in the kitchen-needs-a-makeover race, but she made me look like a piker in the Loose Cannon Club.
It was eight in the morning, and Loretta was wearing a long, pink flannel nightgown and holding a gun to her head.
"I'm gonna shoot myself," Loretta said. "Not that it would matter to you, because you get your money dead or alive, right?"
"Technically, that's true," I told her. "But dead is a pain in the tuchus. There's paperwork."
A lot of the people Vinnie bonds out are from my Chambersburg neighborhood in Trenton, New Jersey. Loretta Rizzi was one of those people. I went to school with Loretta. She's a year older than me, and she left high school early to have a baby. Now she was wanted for armed robbery, and she was about to blow her brains out.
Vinnie had posted Loretta's bond, and Loretta had failed to show for her court appearance, so I was dispatched to drag her back to jail. And as luck would have it, I walked in at a bad moment and interrupted her suicide.
"I just wanted a drink," Loretta said.
"Yeah, but you held up a liquor store. Most people would have gone to a bar."
"I didn't have any money, and it was hot, and I needed a Tom Collins." A tear rolled down Loretta's cheek. "I've been thirsty lately," she said.
Loretta is a half a head shorter than me. She has curly black hair and a body kept toned by hefting serving trays for catered affairs at the fire house. She hasn't changed much since high school. A few crinkle lines around her eyes. A little harder set to her mouth. She's Italian-American and related to half the Burg, including my off-and-on boyfriend, Joe Morelli.
"This was your first offense. And you didn't shoot anyone. Probably you'll get off with a hand-slap," I told Loretta.
"I had my period," she said. "I wasn't thinking right."
Loretta lives in a rented row house on the edge of the Burg. She has two bedrooms, one bath, a scrubbed-clean, crackerbox kitchen, and a living room filled with secondhand furniture. Hard to make ends meet when you're a single mother without a high school diploma.
The back door swung open and my sidekick, Lula, stuck her head in. "What's going on in here? I'm tired of waiting in the car. I thought this was gonna be a quick pickup, and then we were going for breakfast."
Lula is a former 'ho, turned bonds office file clerk and wheelman. She's a plus-size black woman who likes to squash herself into too small clothes featuring animal print and spandex. Lula's cup runneth over from head to toe.
"Loretta is having a bad morning," I said.
Lula checked Loretta out. "I can see that. She's still in her nightie."
"Notice anything else?" I asked Lula.
"You mean like she's tryin' to style her hair with a Smith & Wesson?"
"I don't want to go to jail," Loretta said.
"It's not so bad," Lula told her. "If you can get them to send you to the work house, you'll get dental."
"I'm a disgrace," Loretta said.
Lula shifted her weight on her spike-heeled Manolo knock-offs. "You be more of a disgrace if you pull that trigger. You'll have a big hole in your head, and your mother won't be able to have an open-casket viewing. And who's going to clean up the mess it'll make in your kitchen?"
"I have an insurance policy," Loretta said. "If I kill myself, my son, Mario, will be able to manage until he can get a job. If I go to jail, he'll be on his own without any money."
"Insurance policies don't pay out on suicides," Lula said.
"Oh crap! Is that true?" Loretta asked me.
"Yeah. Anyway, I don't know why you're worried about that. You have a big family. Someone will take care of Mario."
"It's not that easy. My mother is in rehab from when she had the stroke. She can't take him. And my brother, Dom, can't take him. He just got out of jail three days ago. He's on probation."
"What about your sister?"
"My sister's got her hands full with her own kids. Her rat turd husband left her for some pre-puberty lap dancer."
"There must be someone who can baby-sit for you," Lula said to Loretta.
"Everyone's got their own thing going. And I don't want to leave Mario with just anybody. He's very sensitive . . . and artistic."
I counted back and placed her kid in his early teens. Loretta had never married, and so far as I know, she'd never fingered a father for him.
"Maybe you could take him," Loretta said to me.
"What? No. No, no, no, no."
"Just until I can make bail. And then I'll try to find someone more permanent."
"If I take you in now, Vinnie can bond you out right away."
"Yeah, but if something goes wrong, I need someone to pick Mario up after school."
"What can go wrong?"
"I don't know. A mother worries about these things. Promise you'll pick him up if I'm still in jail. He gets out at two-thirty."
"She'll do it," Lula said to Loretta. "Just put the gun down and go get dressed so we can get this over and done. I need coffee. I need one of those extra-greasy breakfast sandwiches. I gotta clog my arteries on account of otherwise the blood rushes around too fast and I might get a dizzy spell."
Lula was sprawled on the brown Naugahyde couch hugging the wall in the bonds office, and Vinnie's office manager, Connie Rosolli, was at her desk. Connie and the desk had been strategically placed in front of Vinnie's inner-office door with the hope it would discourage pissed-off pimps, bookies, and other assorted lowlifes from rushing in and strangling Vinnie.
"What do you mean she isn't bonded out?" I asked Connie, my voice rising to an octave normally only heard from Minnie Mouse.
"She has no money to secure the bond. And no assets."
"That's impossible. Everyone has assets. What about her mother? Her brother? She must have a hundred cousins living in a ten-mile radius."
"She's working on it, but right now she has nothing. Bupkus. Nada. So Vinnie's waiting on her."
"Yeah, and it's almost two-thirty," Lula said."You better go get her kid like you promised."
Connie swiveled her head toward me and her eyebrows went up to her hairline. "You promised to take care of Mario?"
"I said I'd pick him up if Loretta wasn't bonded out in time. I didn't know there'd be an issue with her bond."
"Oh boy," Connie said. "Good luck with that one."
"Loretta said he was sensitive and artistic."
"I don't know about the sensitive part, but his art is limited to spray paint. He's probably defaced half of Trenton. Loretta has to pick him up from school because they won't let him on a school bus."
I hiked my bag onto my shoulder. "I'm just driving him home. That was the deal."
"There might be some gray area in the deal," Lula said. "You might've said you'd take care of him. And anyways, you can't dump him in an empty house. You get child ser vices after you for doin' that."
"Well, what the heck am I supposed to do with him?"
Lula and Connie did I don't know shoulder shrugs.
"Maybe I can sign for Loretta's bond," I said to Connie.
"I don't think that'll fly," Connie said. "You're the only person I know who has fewer assets than Loretta."
"Great." I huffed out of the office and rammed myself into my latest P.O.S. car. It was a Nissan Sentra that used to be silver but was now mostly rust. It had doughnut-size wheels, a Jaguar hood ornament, and a bobble-head Tony Stewart doll in the back window. I like Tony Stewart a lot, but seeing his head jiggling around in my rearview mirror doesn't do much for me. Unfortunately, he was stuck on with Krazy Glue and nothing short of dismantling the car was going to get him out of my life.
Loretta had given me a photo of Mario and a pickup location. I cruised to a spot where a group of kids were shuffling around, looking for their rides. Easy to spot Mario. He resembled Morelli when Morelli was his age. Wavy black hair and slim build. Some facial similarities, although Morelli has always been movie star handsome and Mario was a little short of movie star. Of course, I might have been distracted by the multiple silver rings piercing his eyebrows, ears, and nose. He was wearing black-and-white Converse sneakers, stovepipe jeans with a chain belt, a black T-shirt with Japanese characters, and a black denim jacket.
Morelli had been an early bloomer. He grew up fast and hard. His dad was a mean drunk, and Morelli got good with his hands as a kid. He could use them in a fight, and he could use them to coax girls out of their clothes. The first time Morelli and I played doctor, I was five years old, and he was seven. He's periodically repeated the performance, and lately we seem to be a couple. He's a cop now, and against all odds, he's mostly lost the anger he had growing up. He inherited a nice little house from his Aunt Rose and has become domestic enough to own a dog and a toaster. He hasn't as yet reached the crockpot, toilet seat down, live plant in the kitchen level of domesticity.
Mario looked like a late bloomer. He was short for his age and had "desperate geek" written all over him.
I got out of my car and walked to the group of kids. "Mario Rizzi?"
"Who wants to know?"
"I do," I said. "Your mother can't pick you up today. I promised her I'd bring you home."
This produced some moronic comments and snickers from Mario's idiot friends.
"The name is Zook," Mario said to me. "I don't answer to Mario."
I rolled my eyes, grabbed Zook by the strap on his backpack, and towed him to my car.
"This is a piece of shit," he said, hands dangling at his sides, taking the car in.
He shrugged and wrenched the door open. "Just saying."
I drove the short distance to the bonds office and pulled to the curb.
"What's this?" he asked.
"Your mother's been returned to lockup because she failed to show for her court appearance. She can't make her bail, and I can't take you home to an empty house, so I'm parking you in the bonds office until I can find a better place for you."
"What do you mean no? No isn't an option."
"I'm not getting out of the car."
"I'm a bounty hunter. I could rough you up or shoot you or something if you don't get out of the car."
"I don't think so. I'm just a kid. Juvie would be all over your ass. And your eye is twitching."
I hauled my cell phone out of my bag and dialed Morelli. "Help," I said.
"You remember your cousin Loretta's kid, Mario?"
"I've got him in my car, and he refuses to leave."
"Possession is nine-tenths of the law."
Zook was slouched down, watching me from the corner of his eye. Arms crossed over his chest. Sullen. I blew out a sigh and told Morelli the deal with Loretta.
"I'm off at four," Morelli said. "If Loretta isn't bonded out by then, I'll take the kid off your hands. In the meantime, he's all yours, Cupcake."
I disconnected and dialed Lula.
"Yeah?" Lula said.
"I'm outside, and I have Loretta's kid in the car."
Lula's face appeared in the front window to the bonds office. "I see you and the kid. What's going on?"
"He won't get out of the car," I said. "I thought you might help persuade him."
"Sure," Lula said. "I could persuade the hell out of him."
The bonds office door opened, and Lula swung her ass over to my car and yanked the door open. "What's up?" Lula said to the kid.
Zook didn't answer. Still pouting.
"I'm here to escort you out of the car," Lula said,
leaning in, filling the doorframe with her red hair extensions and acres of chocolate-colored boob barely contained in a low scoop neck zebra-stripe sweater.
Zook focused on Lula's gold tooth with the diamond chip, and below that what seemed like a quarter mile of cleavage, and his eyes almost fell out of his head. "Cripes," he said, kind of croaky-voiced, shrinking back into his seat, fumbling to get out of his seat belt.
"I got a way with men," Lula said to me.
"He's not a man," I told her. "He's just a kid."
"Am too a man," he said. "Want me to prove it?"
"No," Lula and I said in unison.
"What's this?" Connie wanted to know when the three of us walked into the bonds office.
"I need to leave Mario someplace for an hour while I hop over to Rangeman."
"I told you my name is Zook! And what's Rangeman?"
"I work with a guy named Ranger, and Rangeman is the security company he owns."
"Are you the Zook that writes his name all over town?" Lula asked him. "And what kind of name is that anyway?"
"It's my Minionfire name."
"What's a Minionfire?"
"Are you kidding me? You don't know Minion-fire? Minionfire's only the world's most popular, most powerful, totally awesome, badass difficult game. Don't tell me you've never heard of the Nation of Minionfire?"
"In my neighborhood, we only got the nation of Bloods, Crips, and Islam. Maybe a few Baptists, but they don't hardly count anymore," Lula said.
Zook took his laptop out of his backpack. "I can hook up here, right?"
"Don't you have homework?" Connie asked him.
"I did my homework in detention. I gotta check on Moondog. He's a griefer, and he's massing the wood elves."
That caught Lula's attention. "Are these wood elves the same as Santa's elves?"
"Wood elves are evil, and they can only be stopped by a third-level Blybold Wizard like Zook."
"You don't look like no Blybold Wizard," Lula said. "You look like a kid that's drilled too many holes in hisself. You keep doing that, and stuff's gonna start leaking out."
Zook's hand unconsciously went to his ear with the six piercings. "Chicks dig it."
"Yeah," Lula said, "they probably all want to borrow your earrings."
"Getting back to the problem at hand," I said, "I need to park Mario, or Zook, or whoever the heck he is. Ranger wants to talk to me about working a job for him."
"Oh boy," Lula said.
"A real job," I told her.
"Sure," Lula said. "I knew that. What kind of job?"
"I don't know."
"Oh boy," Lula said.
Carlos Manoso is my age, but his life experience is worlds away. He's of Cuban heritage and has family in Newark and Miami. He's dark-skinned, dark-eyed, and his hair is dark brown and currently cut too short for a ponytail but long enough to fall across his forehead when he's sleeping or otherwise occupied in bed. He's got a lot of muscle in all the right places and a killer smile that is rarely seen. His street name is Ranger, a leftover from his time in Special Forces.
When I started working for Vincent Plum Bail Bonds, Ranger was doing mostly bounty hunter work and was my mentor. He's now co-owner of a security company with branches in Boston, Atlanta, and Miami. He wears only black, he smells like Bulgari Green shower gel, he's extremely private, and he eats healthy food. I'd be tempted to say he isn't a lot of fun, but he has his moments. And on those rare occasions when we've been intimate . . . WOW.
Rangeman Security is on a side street in center city Trenton. It's housed in an inconspicuous seven-story brick building, the name visible only on a small plaque above the door buzzer. The seventh floor is Ranger's private apartment. Two more floors are dedicated to housing Rangeman employees, one floor is occupied by the property manager and his wife, Ella, the fifth floor is control central, and the remaining two floors are conference rooms, first-floor reception, and private offices. There are two levels below ground and I've never gotten the personal tour, but I imagine dungeons and armories and Ranger's personal tailor toiling away.
I key-fobbed my way into the underground garage and parked next to Ranger's black Porsche Turbo. I took the elevator to the fifth floor, waved hello to the guys at the monitoring stations, and walked across the room to Ranger's office. The door was open, and Ranger was at his desk, talking on a headset. His eyes went to me, he wrapped up his conversation and removed the headset.
"Babe," he said.
Babe covered a lot of ground with Ranger. It could be good, bad, amused, or filled with desire. Today it was hello.
I sat in the chair across from his desk. "What's up?"
"I need a date," Ranger said.
"Is date synonymous with sex?"
"No. It's synonymous with business, but I could throw some sex in as a bonus if you're interested."
This got a smile from me. I wasn't interested for a bunch of complicated reasons, not the least of which was Joe Morelli. Still, it was nice to know the offer was on the table. "What's the business?"
"I've been asked to provide security for Brenda."
"The Brenda? The singer?"
"Yes. She'll be in town for three days doing a concert, some media, and a charity fund-raiser. I'm supposed to keep her dry and drug-free and out of harm's way. If I assign one of my men to her, she'll eat him alive and spit him out in front of the press. So I'm taking the watch, and I need someone riding shotgun."
"What about Tank?"
Tank is Ranger's next in command, and he's the guy Ranger trusts to watch his back. Tank's called Tank because that's what he is. He's seven feet of muscle packed into a six-foot, four-inch, no-neck body. Tank is also Lula's current boyfriend.
"Brenda's management team has requested security be invisible at public functions, and it's hard to hide Tank," Ranger said. "Tank and Hal will work shifts standing guard at Brenda's hotel. When she's at large, we'll take over. She can pass us off as traveling companions, and you can go into the ladies' room with her and make sure she doesn't test-drive mushrooms."
"Doesn't she have her own bodyguard?"
"He slipped and broke his ankle getting off the plane last night. They've shipped him back to California."
"I'm surprised you're taking this on."
"I'm doing it as a favor for Lew Pepper, the concert promoter." Ranger passed a sheet of paper to me. "This is Brenda's public appearance schedule. We need to be at her hotel a half hour ahead. And we're on call. If she leaves her room, we're there."
I looked at the schedule and chewed on my lower lip. Morelli wasn't going to be happy to have me spending this much time with Ranger. And Brenda was a car crash. Like Cher and Madonna, she didn't use a last name. Just Brenda. She was sixty-one years old. She'd been married eight times. She could crack walnuts with her ass muscles. And she was rumored to be mean as a snake. I couldn't remember her last album, but I knew she had a cabaret act going. Baby-sitting Brenda had "nightmare" written all over it.
"Babe," Ranger said, reading my thoughts. "I don't ask a lot of favors."
I blew out a sigh, folded the paper, and put it in my jeans pocket. "Looks like the fund-raiser is tonight. Meet and greet at five-thirty. I'll meet you in her hotel lobby at five."
Zook was in the land of Minionfire when I rolled into the bonds office. Connie was working on the computer at her desk, and Lula was packing up, getting ready to leave.
"I gotta get home and beautify," Lula said. "Tank's coming over to night. This here's the third time this week I'll see him. I think this is getting serious. I wouldn't be surprised if he was gonna pop the question."
"What question are you thinking about?" Connie asked.
"The big question. The M question. He probably would already have asked the M question, except he's so shy. I been thinking I might help him along with it. Make it easy on him. Maybe I need to get him liquored up first, so he's nice and relaxed. And maybe I'll stop at the jewelry district on the way home and get an engagement ring, so he don't have to do a lot of shopping. You know how men hate shopping."
"How're we doing with Loretta's bond?" I asked Connie.
Connie slid a glance at Zook, bent over his laptop, and then looked back at me. The silent communication was no luck so far. Hard to get someone to post a couple thousand dollars in bond when the last person to post bond for Loretta ended up forfeiting their money.
Lula had her bag on her shoulder and her car keys in her hand. "What'd Ranger want with you?"
"He's running security for Brenda for the next three days, and he wants me to ride shotgun."
Morelli lived halfway between my apartment at the edge of Trenton proper and my parents' house in the Burg. It was a modest two-story row house on a quiet street in a stable blue-collar neighborhood. Living room, dining room, kitchen, and powder room on the first floor. Three small bedrooms and bath upstairs. So far as I know, he'd never eaten in the dining room. Morelli ate breakfast at the small table in the kitchen, lunch at the sink, and dinner in front of the television in the living room. There was a single-car garage at the back of the property, accessible by a rutted alley, but Morelli almost always parked his SUV at the curb in front of the house. The backyard was narrow and strictly utilitarian, only used by Morelli's dog, Bob.
I parked and looked over at Zook. "You know Joe Morelli, right?"
"That's what I hear." Zook studied the house. "I thought it would be bigger. It's all my uncle talks about since he got out of prison. He said it was supposed to go to him, but Morelli swindled him out of it."
"Hard to believe of Morelli," I said.
"I thought he was supposed to be the big, bad, tough cop and lady-killer. What's he want with this dorkopolis?"
In the beginning, I struggled with that one, too. I saw Morelli in a cool condo with a big-screen television and a kick-ass sound system and maybe a pinball machine in his living room. Turns out Morelli was tired of sailing that ship. Morelli went into Rose's house with an open mind, and the house and Morelli took stock of each other and adapted. The house gave up some of its stuffiness, and Morelli dialed down his wild side.
I pulled the key from the ignition, got out of the car, and walked to the front door with Zook trailing after me.
"This is so lame," Zook said, dragging his feet. "I can't believe my mother tried to rob a stupid booze shack."
I didn't know what to say to him. I didn't want to make out like armed robbery was okay, but at the same time, I didn't want to be gloom and doom. "Sometimes good people do dumb things," I said. "If you hang in there with your mom, it'll all work out . . . eventually. Step back when I open the door, or Morelli's dog will knock you over."
I unlocked the door, and there was a woof and the sound of dog feet galloping toward us from the kitchen. Bob appeared, ears flapping, tongue out, slobber flying in all directions. He hurtled past us, leaped off the small porch, went straight to the nearest tree, and lifted his leg.
Zook went wide-eyed. "What kind of dog is he?"
"We're not sure, but we think he's mostly Golden Retriever. His name is Bob."
Bob peed for what seemed like half an hour and trotted back into the house. I closed the door after him and checked the time. Four o'clock. Morelli's shift ended at four. It would take him thirty minutes to drive home. I had to be dressed and at the hotel by five. The hotel was thirty minutes from my apartment at this time of night. It wasn't going to work.
Zook looked around Morelli's living room. "Can I go wireless here?"
"I don't know. Morelli's computer is upstairs in his office, but I've seen him work down here as well."
Zook pulled his laptop out of his backpack. "I'll figure it out."
"That's great, because I have to go. Morelli should be home any minute now. I'm going to trust you to stay here and wait for him and not get into trouble."
"Sure," Zook said.
I called Morelli on his cell. "Where are you?"
"I just turned onto Hamilton."
"We're at your house. Unfortunately, I have a job at five, and I have to go home first to change, so I'm going to leave Zook here alone for a few minutes."
"You'll see. And just a suggestion, but you might want to put the Kojak light on the top of your car and step on the gas."
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JANET EVANOVICH is the #1 bestselling author of the Stephanie Plum novels, including Lean Mean Thirteen. She lives in New Hampshire and Florida.
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- B.A., Douglass College, 1965
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Took me a week to read. I usually read the books in the series in a day or two. Couldn't get into it at all. Very few LOL moments. Little suspense. No tension with the Ranger/Morelli situation. Nothing exciting about this one. The series seems to be going downhill. Too bad. It was one of my favorites.
I have read these books for years and have turned many friends into fellow Plum lovers. The writing since #11 has been uninspired in whole with some redeemable moments scattered throughout. I've stopped purchasing the books and just wait for my turn at the library.
Janet Evanovich did not live up to the high expectations she has set with the precious Plum books. The chemistry between the charecters is a thing of the past. Ranger was hardly seen and Morelli was trying to remember if he slept with his cousin the whole book. I thought these books were set in Jersey not Alabama. Lula and Tank, while providing a bit of comis relief had an extremely far fetched storyline, even moreso than usual. The whole engagement thing seemed very out of the blue. Over all Fearless Fourteen was a sad disappointment when compared with previous efforts. Evanovich needs to bring back the spark and witty conversation that we have come to expect. Especially between Ranger and Stephanie.
After reading Fearless Fourteen I am "fearful" to read #15. Stephanie is losing her zip and Janet's humor and characters are sub par. JANET!!!! WHAT HAPPENED?!!!!!!
I didn't laugh out loud once during this whole book... Maybe a chuckle here or there. And it's not because I didn't get the jokes. I've read all the Stephanie Plum numbers books and loved them all until I got to number 13. Then the writing took a nose dive. This one wasn't as lame as 13, and I actually liked the storyline. It's just that the jokes weren't funny and were way too predictable. Characters were flat. Even Stephanie wasn't the same. I'll still read whatever new one comes out. I still enjoy them. I'm just saying in my opinion the quality of the writing has declined.
This series began with so much promise. Plum has no experience and no money, but she is spunky and tenacious and willing to do anything to get her man. There are funny moments sure, but the base of the story is Stephanie learning the bounty hunter ropes. Why has the series turned into stupid story lines, ridiculous characters, and this unbelievable 3 way relationsip between Stephanie/Ranger/Morelli that NEVER gets resolved???? Are we destined for a number 99? Please Evanovich, these stories are getting out of control. Bring back some of the class and integrity from the original books or I am going to quit reading them.
Fearless 14 was a big disappointment. The previous books were wonderful ~ clever, funny,& Stephanie had great sexual tension with Joe and Ranger. 14 lacked all of that for me. I would like to see Stephanie grow in her career...why hasn't Ranger 'or Joe, for that matter' taught her some tricks of the trade besides just shooting a gun? It seems JE could create humerous situations with this, then move on to showing her growth in her job. JE has created two great, smart guys that care for Stephanie so Steph has to have some intelligence...it would be nice to have that brought out in the stories. No doubt it must be difficult to continually come up with clever plotlines for the characters and to expand the character's personalities, and it sadly shows in this book. This is my favorite series so I'm hoping 15 is better.
I really feel as if Janet is taking her readers for granted. Aside from a few madcap moments, this book had no plot, no real character depth, no real suspense. And I loved this series.
As others have written I was very disappointed by 14. There wasn't much of a 'mystery' that keeps you wondering. There wasn't much of grandma and her antics ... usually her dialog makes me LOL. There wasn't much Ranger or Joe in the romance department. I finished the book without even realizing it was over ... it left me sitting there going 'that was it??'
I agree with the majority of reviewers that this was a disappointing read. I have really enjoyed this series, but it seems to have fizzled. I actually left the book on my nightstand for 3 or 4 nights with a bookmark tucked in the middle of the final chapter. I finally got motivated to finish it, because I picked up a new book I wanted to start. I also noticed that the language seemed more 'colorful' than usual-maybe for shock-value, but it just seemed unnecessary. Overall, very disappointing and certainly not worth the hardback copy price.
Fearless is clearly not the best book in the series and unfortunately is consistant with recent Plum novels and novellas. The storylines are underdeveloped and the dialogue is rushed. The only aspect I enjoyed was the banter between Joe and Stephanie which signals the potential end to the long overdrawn triangle finally!. I do sense that the author's writing is stagnant compared with her early work and feel this is attributable to appeasing her fan base which is split between Joe and Ranger. If Plum is to recapture its splendor, the author must ignore complying to the whims of her fanbase and focus on quality writing similar to the first few novels in the series that won her accolades from fans and critics alike. Here's hoping 15 doesn't fall flat.
Found the book boring..What happened to grandma's antics...Tired of reading how ranger smells..Duh duh ..Also was shocked about lula she was also boring..Will i pay for book 16...Probably not..Plum mysterys are begining to be has been...Reading the same thing over & over again
I have read all of her Stephanie Plum books, this one just wasn't as good as her others at all. I usually read her books in about 2 days, but with this one, I am on my 4th day. Her others are just so funny I usually laugh my way through and really enjoy reading them, this one is just so disapointing, if she has a number 15, I hope it is better than this.I wish I would have saved my money on this book. I kept on waiting for the laughs, but just didn't happen.
I didn't like this book at all. I've never been in that group of fans who think Stephanie should get better at her job or 'grow up' and settle down but enough is enough. In previous books Stephanie's job as a bounty hunter had her chasing after legitimate bad guys like murders and rapists. Now she's going after suicidal single moms, old naked guys, and a woman with a monkey and not having much success at it because she refuses to try. The past two books she's let people go with a shrug and an eyeroll because she didn't see the point, unlike before when she would give it her all and prevail in the end even if she made a few mistakes along the way. The author used to try harder at writing these books too but I couldn't see any effort at all in this one. Everything that set this series apart from the dozens of other copycat cozy mysteries with love triangles was missing. None of the characters had any personality, not even Stephanie Plum. In book 9 Stephanie was still afraid of guns but managed to save herself with one in the end. Now she's hiding in Morellia's house because she's too sc-sc-scared to toss a set of keys into the street. What kind of heroine is this? Lula and Tank were pitiful and pathetic. So very sad. The budding relationship between Ranger and Stephanie is all but snuffed out with no explanation or reason. Stephanie and Morelli have settled into a very dull and boring routine neither want to commit to but are resigned to because they're from the same neighborhood. Huh?? Also without explanation or reason. Nothing in this book was interesting in the least and the monkey was stupid and annoying. Where I come from, growing up means taking responsibility for your actions, not avoiding responsibility by not doing anything. The author either has other ideas or just doesn't care. New readers, don't start with this one. The previous books are better and funnier. Oldies, you can skip this book and not miss anything but a lot of confusion and disappointment.
I just started reading this series last summer and couldn't wait for the fourteenth book to come out. I will usually read one in a couple days. I have drug this book out for weeks because it was just awful and I could never get really in to it. I kept waiting and anxiously hoping it would get better. It didn't !!! It makes me so sad and I certainly hope that if we have to wait an entire year for another one that it is worth the wait.
I am a huge Evanovich fan and always wait with anticipation for her next book. This one was okay but, I found myself asking 'when will her sister and family enter the picture'?, What happened to Vinnie? There were obvious differences in this book. LOL moments were few. All in all it was still entertaining. I won't give up on JE yet.
I own every book in the Plum series and have loved them all..but this one feels stale. Let's mix it up some more. I think putting Stephanie and Ranger together and exploring the myriad of entanglements that would happen in THAT relationship could be hilarious, romantic and sexy, and still keep some of the mystery man's secrets.
I've been a fan of this series for a long time, and I was extremely disappointed in this book, Fearless Fourteen. The writing, the pacing, the plot, the relationships all felt like a cheap knock-off instead of the real deal. Stephanie and Morelli bored me to tears it was embarrassing to read. I thought Lula looked desperate and Tank pathetic. The bad guy wasn't bad--he wasn't even there until the last 10 pages--and the humor wasn't funny. Stephanie's job title in this book is still that of 'bounty hunter' but since she hasn't done that job in several books, one could easily substitute it for 'astrophysicist or 'potted plant' and not miss a beat. I no longer empathize with Stephanie's financial situation because now she's just too lazy to work, unlike before when she tried her hardest and came up a little short sometimes. Maybe it would be best if she did marry Morelli and work for him, cooking his food, doing his laundry, spending a fair amount of time on her back like a good little housewife, since she apparently can't muster the energy to take responsibility for herself anymore. This Stephanie Plum may be new, but she most definitely is not improved. Stephanie, her series, and the author all seem to have done the same thing for so long that now they're in a rut and can't get out. This was once a series that left me feeling uplifted and optimistic whenever I finished the most recent book. Now I see it as a cautionary tale of what can happen to young women and authors alike when they're too lazy and apathetic to step outside the box and strive for something better than status quo.
I was very disappointed in this book by Janet. Like one of the other readers said, it did not hold my attention. Most readers like suspense and romance. I would like to see a relationship with Ranger increase in the storyline. He always is there when she needs help, Ranger gives, Joe just takes, mostly sex. Stephanie and Ranger are hot and steamy when together, something that is simmering just below the surface. I would like it to surface and see where it could take them. Ranger accepts Steph just as she is not like Joe who wants her to be something she will never be able to live up to. She needs to fly. Fearless Fourteen was a disappointment to me, it took me a week to read, not a couple of days like the rest of them. Hopefully Finger Lickin Fifteen will change all the negative press and bring us back to the wonderful stories that Janet Evanovich can write.
I have read all the books. I use to love them. They were fresh and cute. But with the last few, including 14, the stories are getting old... too much of an attempt for cheap laughs with juvenile humor at the expense of any real story or character development. The last few books have been getting a lot of negative reviews so I know I am not the only one who thinks so. With Fourteen, it seemed like JE had no idea for a story what so ever. This one has NO plot. Often a scene would just end in a weird place or there would be dialogue inserted that served no purpose to the story. There was a lot of fill. The parts with Brenda, especially the business about her being a news anchor, were just stupid. I also did not like the Lulu/Tank storyline. And why is there never any mention of the best friend, the sister, or other characters from her life anymore. Instead we get Zook and too many others the reader does not care about.I was happy to see Joe take a bigger role in this one because he has really been in the background for a while. Also, I think it is refreshing to see Steph and Joe mature. To keep writing Steph as sloppy, using her mother to do her laundry, etc. [you know what I mean if you read the books] is unrealistic. I was tired of the lack of integrity on Steph's part in regard to Ranger too. I honestly think the book was an improvement on those issues. But over all, the story seems tired. If this was a first time author, I doubt this book would have been published. Janet is stringing this love triangle out to sell books and it is obvious she no longer has any idea what to write about. It is time for her to end it and write something fresh. And I hope she will allow Stephanie to end on a high note since there are so many fans following her story.
Total disappointment. Not once did I laugh as with the other 13. Had no problems putting the book down and picking up the next day. Normally I would have read in less than a day! If JE decides to write #14, I'll wait to borrow the book or sign out from my library, no sense in spending the money to own. #14 had no story line, no Grandma antics and not enough Ranger.
I discovered the Plum series with Book 11. I loved it so much I bought all of the previous books, read them within a week, and eagerly anticipated new releases. Book 12 was worth the wait, Book 13 was not so great and Book 14 sucked. I was so disappointed that I couldn't even finish it. I love to read, will read most anything printed, and for me not to finish a book is a huge indicator of how bad this book is. This book felt like JE now has a computer program where she enters some crazy names, how many times she wants certain characters to appear, and the computer does the rest. In her previous writings I could feel the emotions of the various characters - these characters seemed like cardboard cutouts.
This book was very disjointed and not up to Janet Evanovich's usual standards. There were several madcap adventures (including all scenes with the monkey) that seemed to be thrown in just for effect but not to actually advance the plot at all. The characters didn't ring true. Joe was blase about the possibility of being a father. Lula was tricking Tank into getting married. Grandma's presence was an afterthought to the action. While I have loved the series, if Janet has nothing left to add, she should wrap the series up and move on to a different character (perhaps Metro Girl).
I have read all the others and found them to be very enjoyable, entertaining, extremely funny and romantic. So, I can only assume, Janet let someone else write this one. Unlike the others, it was a slow read, not enough of the romance which is usually very good and entertaining. I was really disappointed in this one. All the strange characters 'Zook' and such were too much. Always love Lula and Grandma. Something was definately missing.
I was very disappointed in 14. Not very much about our favorite characters and it did not have the wonderful comedy the others had. I was so disappointed.