Full Bloom (Janet Evanovich's Full Series #5)

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The temperature’s on “sizzle” again in Beaumont, South Carolina, where peach trees are in season and ripe for the picking. So is its newest entrepreneur, Annie Fortenberry, who has inherited her grandmother’s B&B (and its eccentric handyman Erdle Thorney). According to a local psychic she also inherited a spirit from its glory days as a brothel—not the kind of publicity the Peach Tree Bed & Breakfast needs if it’s hosting millionaire Max Holt’s upcoming ...

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Overview

Dear listener,

The temperature’s on “sizzle” again in Beaumont, South Carolina, where peach trees are in season and ripe for the picking. So is its newest entrepreneur, Annie Fortenberry, who has inherited her grandmother’s B&B (and its eccentric handyman Erdle Thorney). According to a local psychic she also inherited a spirit from its glory days as a brothel—not the kind of publicity the Peach Tree Bed & Breakfast needs if it’s hosting millionaire Max Holt’s upcoming wedding! If rumors of a naughty, prank-playing ghost aren’t stressful enough, a mysterious man has arrived with an eye on Annie and her master suite. Wes Bridges is all leather and denim, sporting a two-day beard, straddling a Harley, and sending the B&B’s testosterone level through the roof. Annie’s cool demeanor may be dropping as fast as Wes’s jeans, but leave it to her missing ex-husband to dampen the passion! Turns out someone has done him in, and all evidence points to Annie! Wrapped up in a murder plot, Annie must find the killer, save her own neck, and get back to where she was—wrapped up in Wes’s strong loving arms…

We guarantee that you’re going to have as much fun listening to Full Bloom as we had writing it! (Even if we were surprised by the ending!) And you won’t want to miss the hair-raising shenanigans when Fleas, the hound dog, meets the most cantankerous, snooty, bad-tempered, twenty-two-pound orange cat…

Janet & Charlotte

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Publishers Weekly
Set in Beaumont, S.C., the fifth installment in Evanovich's Full series (after 2004's Full Blast) gets off to a raucous start. When photographer Wes Bridges comes looking for a room at Annie Fortenberry's B&B, a former bordello that's supposedly haunted, Annie mistakes him for her drunken handyman and hits poor Wes on the head with her rolling pin. Hilarity ensues as Annie and her cast of eccentric boarders provide first aid to Wes in the form of a local veterinarian who specializes in livestock tranquilizers. The comedy gives way to murky mystery when the police locate the body of Annie's philandering husband, Charles, who disappeared three years earlier, and arrest Annie for his murder. The romance between Wes and Annie heats up the sheets, even as the list of suspects grows. Unfortunately, the plot flattens out, and even boarder Destiny's efforts to provide the B&B's ghost with therapy fail to rekindle the novel's earlier humor. While readers will be amused by the wacky first few chapters, the mystery never reaches the intensity of Evanovich's Stephanie Plum novels, and fans will likely be disappointed with this less than stellar entry. (Apr.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Both of these novels feature spirited women, appealing men, and a rollicking plot. In Manhunt, which is more complex than some in the genre, Alaskan pilot Michael Casey is well drawn, and although it may strain credulity to believe that Wall Street whiz Alexandra Scott would trade her life in Manhattan for a business and home in Alaska (sight unseen), Evanovich makes it plausible. C.J. Critt narrates with great spirit and strength and a facility for defining characters; she's having such a good time that the listener can't help but be drawn into the story and want to stride into the Alaskan wilderness. Full Bloom is part of a series loosely connected by a town and earlier characters who show up in minor roles. Here, Annie Fortenberry is running a B&B in the home an ancestor ran as a brothel. Wes Bridges checks in just before Annie's husband, who disappeared three years before, is found buried on the property. It seems Wes is not just a photographer but also a P.I. There is more peril here than in the earlier book (Full Blast), a cast of eccentrics, and a resolution with unexpected twists. Lorelei King narrates with a smooth, wry voice that captures the mood, the sexy moments, and the farcical aspects of the story. Her rendition of minor characters is fully formed and adds to the humor. Both books are recommended for Evanovich fans.-Melody A. Moxley, Rowan P.L., Salisbury, NC Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
From the Publisher

"Two very powerful authors who are both extremely skilled at creating books bursting with action, adventure and amusement, have paired up to create another fast-paced, wacky novel filled with eccentric characters and southern ambience."-The Road to Romance on Full Tilt

"A truly delightful madcap mix...a fun, funny, and exhilarating romp."-Romantic Times Top Pick on Full House

"An uproarious, amusing novel."-Midwest Book Review on Full Speed

"A fast and furious and totally hilarious romantic caper."-Old Book Barn Gazette on Full Tilt

"Number one New York Times bestselling authors Janet Evanovich and Charlotte Hughes have teamed up to create a wonderful duo in FULL SPEED...the sparks between Max and Jamie just fly! After reading the prologue, this was one book I could not put down until I had finished reading to the last page. It was thoroughly enjoyable."-RomanceJunkies on Full Speed

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781441808219
  • Publisher: Brilliance Audio
  • Publication date: 9/30/2009
  • Series: Janet Evanovich's Full Series , #5
  • Format: CD
  • Edition description: Abridged, 4 CDs, 4 hrs.
  • Sales rank: 899,142
  • Product dimensions: 5.00 (w) x 5.40 (h) x 0.40 (d)

Meet the Author

Janet  Evanovich

Janet Evanovich is the #1 bestselling author of the Stephanie Plum novels, twelve romance novels, the Alexandra Barnaby novels, and How I Write: Secrets of a Bestselling Author. She lives in Florida.

Charlotte Hughes was raised in the South, the oldest and only daughter of three children. She is the author of the novels What Looks Like Crazy and High Anxiety. She lives in Beaufort, South Carolina.

Biography

When plucky Stephanie Plum lost her job as a lingerie buyer, she had little other choice than to take a position working for her cousin Vinnie's bail-bonds office where she'd spend her days and nights hunting down fugitives, solving mysteries, and falling ass-backwards into adventure. Come to think of it, Ms. Plum has more than a little in common with her creator Janet Evanovich.

Much like the panty-pushing Plum, Evanovich once made her trade in erotica as a romance novelist for the trashy Bantam series "Loveswept." Tiring of the genre and finding herself increasingly fixated on crime, mystery, and the kind of adventures she came to love through comic books like Uncle Scrooge, she decided to ditch steamy stories in favor of off-the-wall humor and feats of daring. As Evanovich said on her website, "after twelve romance novels I ran out of sexual positions and decided to move into the mystery genre."

The resulting Stephanie Plum Mysteries reflect Evanovich's love for comics, toys, shoe-shopping, Cheez Doodles, and beer. Evanovich also created a memorable character that shares many of the author's distinctive traits, such as her self-effacing, dirty-minded wit. The Plum Mysteries, while often rambling and thin on plot, are never anything less than entertaining, hilarious, and refreshing in every way.

Stephanie Plum made her debut in 1994's One For the Money, in which she tracked down Joe Morelli, an ex-cop and murder suspect who'd also been guilty of taking Stephanie's virginity when she was 18. The novel's sly mix of sexiness and childlike playfulness made for a sort of young adult novel for adults.

Since then, the red-hot bounty hunter and a crew of misfits that includes retired hooker Lula, aging bail-jumper Eddie Decooch, and Plum's own hipster granny have romped their way "through the numbers," establishing Evanovich as one of the best and most inventive writers of "Strong Woman" mysteries and guaranteeing her a place on the New York Times bestseller list.

In 2004, Evanovich introduced a smart, savvy new series featuring Alexander "Barney" Barnaby, a sexy Baltimore car mechanic, NASCAR nut, and amateur sleuth with her own posse of delightful eccentrics. She's not Plum, but she's definitely a peach. Hey, what else would you expect from a Janet Evanovich heroine?

Good To Know

Evanovich's motorcycle-riding daughter Alex has created an online comic about her hamster called "Batster," which her mother proudly displays on her web site. With episodes like "Batster vs. Beerzilla," it's clear that wackiness runs in the Evanovich genes.

If you think the Stephanie Plum novels are zany, wait till you hear about what Evanovich was writing before she started getting published. As she explains on her web site, "The first story [I ever wrote] was about the pornographic adventures of a fairy who lived in a second rate fairy forest in Pennsylvania."

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    1. Also Known As:
      Steffie Hall
    2. Hometown:
      Hanover, New Hampshire
    1. Date of Birth:
      April 22, 1943
    2. Place of Birth:
      South River, New Jersey
    1. Education:
      B.A., Douglass College, 1965
    2. Website:

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Full Bloom
By Janet Evanovich Brilliance Audio

Copyright © 2005 Janet Evanovich
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9781593359430


Chapter One

Destiny Moultrie's long black hair hung like a silk curtain on either side of her face as she gazed down at the dainty palm she held, studying each line and crease carefully. "You're going to meet a tall, dark, and handsome man-"

Annie Fortenberry snatched her hand away. "Oh no, you don't. You're not saddling me with a ... a man!"

Destiny arched one brow. "You don't like men? They come in handy on cold winter mornings."

The petite woman sitting across the antique Pennsylvania farm table, which seated twelve, nodded, and a thick strand of copper hair fell across her forehead. She raked it back, and it disappeared into the tousled mop that barely grazed her shoulders and gave her a girlish look, even at thirty. "You're right," she said. "On cold winter mornings when you don't want to leave your warm bed and haul the trash to the street. That's the only thing a man is good for."

"Then I probably shouldn't tell you the rest. The really good stuff."

"Good stuff?" Annie's green eyes registered interest. She could use some really good stuff in her life. She offered her hand once again.

"It says the sex will be dy-nuh-mite!"

Annie reclaimed her palm and looked at it. "Where does it say that? You made that up."

"The Divine Love Goddess nevermakes up stuff."

Annie glanced up and noted the serious expression on Destiny's face. Despite the early hour, the woman's makeup had been artfully applied, emphasizing deep-set indigo eyes and high cheekbones. Annie wondered how long it took Destiny to achieve that look. Her own makeup regimen took all of three minutes, beginning with a light foundation to tone down her freckles and ending with a quick swipe of her mascara wand. "Hmm," she said, taking care to hide the doubt in her voice, even though her friend Jamie Swift had claimed Destiny was the real thing. "Very interesting."

Destiny suddenly sneezed. "Uh-oh. I can tell I'm close. I always start sneezing when I'm on to something."

"Good sex, huh?" Annie said. "Jeez, I might have to reconsider. As long as I'm not stuck with him for the rest of my life," she added, wishing she were really more sophisticated and open to casual sex. Instead she followed Dear Abby's advice that couples should be in love before crawling between the sheets together. Abby obviously didn't have this hormonal thing going on that made Annie think about sex a lot.

Destiny sneezed again. "Wow, that was a big one. Either I'm right on-target or I've got a cold. There was a draft in my bedroom last night."

Annie stood and hurried to the kitchen counter, where she kept a box of tissues. She plucked several and handed them to Destiny, who dabbed her nose. "I'm sorry you became chilled last night," Annie said. "It has been so warm this winter that I haven't bothered to turn on the heat."

Which was true. Beaumont was experiencing record-high temperatures for February, and it wouldn't be long before everything was in full bloom. New shoots had already begun pushing their way up through the dirt, and Annie had spied teeny buds on the large peach tree out front. But the old antebellum mansion-turned-bed and breakfast nestled between massive, centuries-old live oaks permitted little sunlight. That, combined with the West Indian coral stones from which the house had been built, kept it a good ten degrees cooler inside than out.

Destiny propped her elbows on the table. In the next chair, an aging overweight tabby cat named Peaches uncurled and stretched before dropping to the floor with a thud. She walked over to her empty food dish, stared for a moment, and then turned to Annie as if to say, What's with it?

"The, um, draft in my room last night had nothing to do with the temperature," Destiny said. "There's a spirit in this house."

"Oh yeah?" Annie cocked one eyebrow.

"A ghost," Destiny said. "A dead person, in this case a woman, who for some reason is still hanging around."

Annie didn't know how to respond, so she said nothing.

Destiny shrugged. "It happens to me all the time. Dead people latch on to me like flies to molasses."

Peaches made a guttural sound deep in her throat and gave Annie what she referred to as the evil eye. The cat raised her paw and whacked the plastic dish hard. It skidded across the floor and hit the wall.

"Your cat is hungry," Destiny said.

"She has already eaten," Annie replied. "Just ignore her."

"You've never seen the spirit?" Destiny asked.

"I don't believe in ghosts."

"I'll bet you've felt her presence. A sudden drop in temperature or a feeling of being watched?"

Annie's look was noncommittal, but she remembered instances, a brush of cool air against her arms or the back of her neck, guests complaining of missing items that usually showed up in unexpected places at a later date, plus sounds in the night. "I think you have to be open to that sort of thing," she said. "I'm not."

Destiny didn't look convinced, but she didn't push. "So, do you want me to finish your reading? Find out if you're going to enjoy the Big O anytime soon? Or multiples thereof," she added.

"Multiples?"

"I don't like to brag, but my own personal record is five." "Holy crap!"

"He was young and good-looking, and we had this chemical thing going. Not to mention the fact he was slow handed, and pushed all the right buttons, if you get my drift."

"Sounds like a keeper to me." Annie hadn't had her buttons pushed in a long time.

"Which is why I married him." Destiny sighed. "It didn't work out." Annie knew Destiny had been married five times but was currently single. Until a couple of months ago, the woman had enjoyed a hot-and-heavy romance with a hunk named Sam, but she'd pulled back when he began using the M word. Destiny had no desire to marry anytime soon.

"So why did you divorce this guy if he was so good in the sack?"

"You still have to be able to talk to a man at the breakfast table, and he wasn't very bright. As time went on, my passion dwindled."

Annie hadn't felt passionate about anything since Jiffy Peanut Butter came out with a reduced-fat variety. "That's too bad," she said.

Peaches began swatting the cabinet door where her food was stored. "That's it," Annie said, getting up from the table. She picked up the cat and lugged all twenty-two pounds of feline and fur to the back door. Peaches hissed. "Go catch a mouse," Annie said, and put her out. "That cat has one goal in her life, and it's to drive me crazy."

"She's uneasy because of the spirit. Cats sense these things."

Annie shook her head. "She's always been snooty and difficult, but my grandmother adored her. Unfortunately, the cat has never liked me."

"She needs to meet a nice tomcat."

"Too late. She's been spayed."

"That explains her sour moods. A good roll in the hay works wonders."

"Well, the only male I'm looking for at the moment is my worthless handyman, Erdle Thorney," Annie said, "but I don't have to be psychic to know that he's laid up drunk somewhere. Wait till I get my hands on him. I'm going to hog-tie him and kick butt."

"Some people like being tied up," Destiny said, studying her nails, "or so I've heard."

Annie grinned. "I don't think we're talking about the same thing." She couldn't help but like the quick-witted, free-spirited woman who had become something of a celebrity since starting her column in the Beaumont Gazette less than a year ago. Destiny used her psychic powers to give people, mostly the lonely-hearted, guidance and direction. She stood out in a crowd in her outrageous clothes, which included leather, fake fur in an assortment of colors, and plunging necklines that emphasized perfect oversize breasts. Annie would have given her grandmother's sterling silver to know if they were the product of good genes or a boob job.

"If this Erdle person isn't doing his work, why do you keep him?"

"I sort of inherited him, as well as that crazy cat, after my grandmother died. He lives upstairs in the carriage house out back. He's supposed to do the yard work and repairs around here in exchange for free room and board. I hate to fire him, because he's worked here since I was a kid. He knows there is going to be a big wedding here in two weeks, and that I want everything to be perfect."

"I wouldn't worry about it," Destiny said. "Jamie says your parties and weddings are beautiful. I think it's amazing you're able to provide all that and run a bed-and-breakfast."

Annie smiled at the compliment. "I do a lot of juggling, but I enjoy it. This wedding will be special to me since I've known Jamie for so long. We met shortly after she took over the Gazette. After her father died," Annie added, remembering how Jamie had struggled for years to keep it afloat before taking on a silent partner. That partner had been none other than multimillionaire investor, technological genius, and philanthropist Max Holt. In less than a year they had turned the Beaumont Gazette into a top-notch newspaper and watched subscriptions triple.

In their spare time they had cleaned up town corruption, avoided being killed by hit men and a crazed swamp dweller, and brought down two top Mafiosi.

Despite it all, Max and Jamie had fallen in love and had chosen Annie's home in which to be married. Max and Jamie preferred small and simple to the pomp and fuss of a celebrity wedding that would create a media circus. Which was why the wedding was so hush-hush; even the guests had been sworn to secrecy. Annie hoped they were able to pull it off. She was determined to give Max and Jamie a wedding they would remember for the rest of their lives.

Only ...

A storm had passed through several nights before, littering the yard with leaves and branches, and Erdle was AWOL.

The rain had seeped through the ballroom windows where Max and Jamie's wedding dinner was to be held, damaging the wood floors and drawing attention to the fact that the floors desperately needed sanding.

And Annie had little spare time on her hands, what with cleaning and cooking three meals a day for her full-time tenants and preparing for a luncheon, a baby shower, and a dinner party all scheduled for that week. Not that she was complaining; that's what kept her bills paid.

Annie's tenant, Theenie Gaither, came down the back stairs. She wore a simple blue housedress, ankle socks, and white sneakers. Her short blue-gray hair, which she had washed and styled once a week at Susie Q's Cut and Curl, had been sprayed so heavily that tornado winds would have snatched her head off her shoulders before mussing her hairdo. "Good morning," she said in a light, fruity-textured voice. She glanced at Destiny, and Theenie's smile faltered briefly as she took in her breasts. "Do we have a new guest?"

Annie introduced the women. "Destiny will be staying with us for a while," she said. "There was a fire in her apartment building late last night, and the residents were forced to evacuate until a building inspector checks it out."

"They think it was faulty wiring," Destiny said. "My landlord is so cheap he won't do anything to the building unless he's forced."

"Oh my," Theenie said, looking at Annie. "Is the wiring okay here?"

"Yes, Theenie," Annie said, knowing the woman tended to fret over every little thing. "Guess what?" she said, hoping to redirect Theenie's thoughts before she found something else to worry about. "Destiny works for the Beaumont Gazette. She's the Divine Love Goddess Adviser."

Theenie looked impressed. "I thought I recognized your name. I read your column every day." She headed toward the automatic coffeemaker, where Annie had already set out her favorite mug. "I assume Destiny knows about you-know-what," she said, glancing at Annie, who nodded in response.

"I think it's very romantic that Max and Jamie are going to be married on Valentine's Day," Destiny said.

Theenie gave a shiver of delight. "We're all so excited! I can't wait until I'm allowed to tell my friends at the beauty parlor. They will be so envious. And Jamie is going to be a beautiful bride."

"Jamie's the one who told me about this place," Destiny said, "and I'm glad she did. It's so ..." Destiny paused as if trying to come up with the right word. "Unique," she finally said.

Annie laughed. "Outlandish would better describe it," she said, "but it was my grandmother's dying wish that I not sell it or make cosmetic changes." She gave an eye roll.

"I wouldn't change it, either," Destiny said. "I think it's quaint."

"It grows on you after a while," Theenie said. She carried her mug to the table and sat next to Destiny. "No offense, but are you really psychic? I mean, there are a lot of phonies out there." "I'm the real enchilada," Destiny proudly stated.

"Oh my! Wait until Lovelle finds out. She lives here, too, but she's in New York City visiting her daughter." Theenie leaned closer. "But then you probably already know that," she said in a hushed voice. "I'll bet you even know what street her daughter lives on." She didn't give Destiny a chance to reply. "Tell me, do you sense anything strange going on in this house?"

Destiny opened her mouth to respond but was cut off when Annie bolted from her chair. "I just heard a car pull into the driveway," she said. "I'll bet it's Erdle." She raced to the window. "Yep! Boy, is he in trouble!" She opened a drawer and pulled out a large rolling pin.

"Uh-oh," Theenie said.

Annie threw open the door. "Wait till I get my hands on that man!"

Theenie jumped from her chair with the agility of a woman half her age. "Now, hold on, Annie," she said. "Let's not do anything rash."

But Annie was already gone.

Wes Bridges parked his Harley in front of the massive three-story antebellum mansion and stared at it for a full minute before he thought to cut his engine. "Damn!" he said, climbing from his bike. "Now that's something you don't see every day."

He took in the four-column portico, each fluted column adorned with plump gold cherubs. Lavishly carved dentil molding ran beneath the eaves, and wrought-iron balconies sprouted from every window, designed in curlicues and rosettes. The look was repeated in the fanlight of what appeared to be an extra room or attic gable that made up a partial fourth floor. Gray moss clung to the live oaks and shuddered in the breeze, and a large tree, currently bare, stood to one side. An elaborate fountain dominated the front yard, spilling water onto yet more cherubs, all naked, some performing what appeared to be sexual acts.

"Interesting," he said, noting a sign out front that read: The Peachtree Bed-and-Breakfast. Vacancy.

"Perfect," he said. Wes pulled off his helmet and took the walkway toward the house, admiring the expansive piazza, which looked as if it could accommodate at least one hundred guests. Antique wicker settees and rockers with fat floral cushions offered seating and a great view of the marsh and the bay beyond. Pots of pink and white geraniums softened the look of the coral stone exterior.

Wes paused at an ornate door and studied the solid brass knocker of a naked man and woman embracing. One side of Wes's mouth turned up. Beside the door, an iron plaque dated the house back to 1850. Instead of using the knocker, he rapped on the door and waited. He was about to knock again when he suddenly heard a man cry out several times. It seemed to be coming from the back of the house.

Wes cleared the front steps, rounded the house, and raced up the driveway, following the sounds of loud, anxious voices. He paused at a waist-high wrought-iron gate and stared as an attractive redhead in jeans and a long cotton shirt chased a disheveled middle-aged man across the yard, a rolling pin poised in her hand.

"Run, you lazy good-for-nothing drunk!" the woman yelled.

The man ducked behind one of several oaks shading the backyard. "Put that thing down, Miss Annie!" he cried. "You're liable to hurt somebody."

"Damn right!" she said.

"Please don't hit him," a gray-haired woman pleaded from the back steps of the house. Beside her, a woman with long black hair and large breasts cheered Miss Annie on.

"Give him what for, Annie," she said laughingly.

The redhead chased the frightened man around the tree several times. She slammed the rolling pin against the bark twice, missing the man by a good twelve inches. Nevertheless, he continued to duck and run. "Help!" he cried. "Somebody save me!"

"Oh, for the love of-" Wes leaped the fence and ran toward the two. "Lady, stop !" he shouted.



Continues...


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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 12, 2005

    Room at the Inn

    Full Bloom is about a wacky, sexy Bed and Breakfast in Beaumont SC. The owner, Annie Fortenberry is struggling after her husband left her, and preparing for the local hot couple's (and series favoririte's Max and Jamie's) wedding. But things go awry, and the house is haunted..and a mystery unfolds (I won't give it away, you will never guess). The best yet of the FULL Series, and as good as book five of the Plum series. Charlotte Hughes and Janet Evanovich have really hit their stride as co-authors. This one is a keeper, you won't want to lend it for fear you won't get it back.

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  • Posted May 31, 2013

    You must read

    Very funny

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 16, 2005

    I WANT THIS BOOK NOW PLEASE

    HEY, I LOVE THE SERRIES AND I HAVE BEEN WAITING 5 MOS FOR THIS BOOK AND I CAN'T STAND IT I WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENDS IN THE BOOK. IF I HAD TO RATE THIS SERRIES I WOULD RATE IT FROM A SCALE 1-10 STARS I WOULD GIVE IT A 12.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    SUPERB ROMANTIC MYSTERY

    In Beaumont, South Carolina, Annie Fortenberry is trying to prepare her historical mansion turned B&B into a wedding reception for her best friend Jamie Swift and millionaire Max Holt. Her handyman Erdle Torney who came with the place she inherited from her grandmother has failed to do his job so she loses her temper and goes after him with a rolling pin. Visitor Wes Bridges gets in the way and is knocked out............................ A gardener borrowed from her neighbor finds human skeletal remains in an isolated area where foliage has grown. The victim is Annie¿s spouse Charles who allegedly ran away several years ago. In fact, Wes is a private investigator working for Charles¿ mother to prove that Annie lost her temper and harmed her son. As the police suspect Annie as the killer, Wes believes she is innocent, but wonders if that is because he really likes her when she is not holding a rolling pin.......................... This amusing romantic who-done-it has the audience laughing from the moment Wes finds out how insane the Peach B&B is that is after he awakens from a bonking and swallowing a horse tranquilizer given by a retired vet. The story line gets even zanier, but never loses focus on the murder investigation handled by the cops and Wes separately. FULL BLOOM is a strong comedic romantic mystery that readers will want more plums from Janet Evanovich and Charlotte Hughes...................... Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 7, 2014

    Great series

    Love anything Janet Evanovich writes, this is a great series just make sure you read in order.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 17, 2005

    Great book

    This book was comical and sexy at the same time. It's a great book to kick back with on a rainy day.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 23, 2005

    A book full of zest and romance!

    A great book full of zest and romance that is twisted around in a sexy and intriguing way! A must read for all who love romance!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 23, 2005

    Has everything--including the kitchen sink

    Zany. Fun-filled. Sexy. The fifth in the Full series, Full Bloom is full of eye rolls and arched eyebrows to the extent that I began seeing mental pictures of Grouch Marx every time I read that someone either ¿gave an eye roll¿ or ¿did an eye roll¿ or ¿arched one brow¿ or ¿arched both brows.¿ All that was needed was a cigar and the Marx picture would¿ve been complete. Romantic comedy novels are generally not my genre, but I¿m adding more of them to my repertoire and getting used to the flavor. The list of characters in this story is long, perhaps too long, but there are the usual standouts. The main character, beautiful red-haired Annie Fortenberry; the hunky Wes Bridges; the lovable old neighbor, Doc; the soon-to-be-marrieds, Max and Jamie, whose approaching nuptials at Annie¿s B&B, a former bordello in its day, is one of the plotlines in the book. Add Theenie, Destiny, and Lovelle, Annie¿s wacky boarders at the B&B; a drunken, cranky handyman (well, he¿s not really so handy), Erdle; and Annie¿s devoted friend (and wanna be lover), Danny, and we have the basic set. Many other characters come and go and each adds his/her essence to the tale. The plot surrounds events at the B&B; primarily the preparations for Max and Jamie¿s wedding, and everyone¿s interest in getting Annie hitched again after the disappearance of her wayward husband three years previous. Annie is a major klutz, so there is a great deal of what approaches slapstick comedy involved in her every move. When hubby, Charles¿s, remains are found buried in Annie¿s backyard, the plot thickens, and Annie finds she is in deep doodoo. Oh, yes, I almost forget, there¿s also a ghost living in the B&B (for sure?). Yes, reader, this story does include the kitchen sink so enjoy the entertainment it provides. Carolyn Rowe Hill

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  • Posted January 11, 2014

    Nice quick read

    Lots of funny stuff going on. I kept reading to find out what would happen next.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 7, 2013

    Good story

    Light quick read, funny and romantic, perfect for a rainy evening, beach or a long flight



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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 18, 2013

    Good insight on how women see things

    Anne inherited the old bordello from her grandmother and turned it into a bed and breakfast. high jenks and love ensues.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 29, 2013

    Warriors den

    Warriors den

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 7, 2013

    jb

    Very much enjoyed fast read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 30, 2012

    First

    This is the first book I've read by Janet Evanovich. It will probably be the last. I bought it because the reviews were good and it sounded like it was very light hearted, yet there was mystery and romance. WRONG........not an entertaining story at all.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 19, 2012

    Love it Love It!

    Love this series, can't wait for the next book to come out!

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  • Posted October 13, 2012

    Fun Read

    Not too serious. What you expect from the author.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 10, 2012

    Highly Recommended

    great author, great series

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 26, 2012

    Highly recommend

    Janet's book are great, sexy, exciting, funny, hard to put down until the end. She always has you guessing what is going to happen next. I love everything about this series, other than having to wait for the next book to be available as an Ebook.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 15, 2011

    Too funny

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 28, 2010

    Ludicrous, Hilarious & worth reading

    The hilarious conversations between the spirits makes one laugh out loud. The spirit fight between Anne and the bedroom are delightful. The characters work well together and create a real sense of family. Sweet romance too. I do wish that real men were like Janet's stud muffins!

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