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Hot Six (Stephanie Plum Series #6)
     

Hot Six (Stephanie Plum Series #6)

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by Janet Evanovich
 

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Bounty hunter Stephanie Plum and Trenton vice cop Joe Morelli join forces to find the madman killer who shot and barbecued the youngest son of international black-market arms dealer Alexander Ramos.

Carlos Manoso, street name Ranger, is caught on video just minutes before the crime occurs. He's at the scene, he's with the victim, and he's the number-one

Overview

Bounty hunter Stephanie Plum and Trenton vice cop Joe Morelli join forces to find the madman killer who shot and barbecued the youngest son of international black-market arms dealer Alexander Ramos.

Carlos Manoso, street name Ranger, is caught on video just minutes before the crime occurs. He's at the scene, he's with the victim, and he's the number-one suspect. Ranger is former special forces turned soldier of fortune. He has a blue-chip stock portfolio and no known address. He moves in mysterious circles. He's Stephanie's mentor--the man who taught her everything she knows about fugitive apprehension. And he's more than her friend.

Now he's the hunted and Stephanie's the hunter, and it's time for her to test her skills against the master. But if she does catch him...what then? Can she bring herself to turn him in?

Plus there are other things keeping Stephanie awake at night. Her maternal grandmother has set up housekeeping in Stephanie's apartment, a homicidal maniac has selected Stephanie as his next victim, her love life is in the toilet, she's adopted a dog with an eating disorder, and she can't button the top snap on her Levi's.

Experience the world of Plum--in Janet Evanovich's new thriller. It's surreal, it's frenetic, it's incendiary. Hot Six. It's the best yet.

Editorial Reviews

bn.com
The Barnes & Noble Review
New Jersey's wackiest bounty hunter is on the trail of a whole new batch of "skips," and that means fans of Janet Evanovich's Stephanie Plum series are in for a treat. Uppermost on the minds of readers of High Five is the question of just whom Stephanie slept with last time around, Ranger or Morelli. Well, the answers to that and a whole slew of new questions are provided in the next installment in the series, Hot Six. And hot it is, a sizzling miasma of flaming cars, blistering looks, scorching comments, and fiery kisses.

This time out, Stephanie has one of the meanest skips she's ever tried to bring in, a brutal bully who killed his wife. His intense hatred for women easily extends to Stephanie, who barely escapes with her life several times. Her survival is dependent in part on help from Lula, that larger-than-life ex-prostitute turned file clerk, who, as usual, is carrying a mini-arsenal she's all too eager to use. Stephanie's job is made twice as hard by the fact that her usual backup from Ranger isn't there. In fact, Ranger is the leading suspect in a murder case and has skipped bail. Knowing Ranger won't be found if he doesn't want to be, Stephanie lets her nemesis, Joyce Barnhardt, take the case.

It turns out that Stephanie doesn't need to find Ranger; he finds her. And this honor earns Stephanie two determined tails who follow her everywhere she goes: Joyce Barnhardt, and two henchmen named Mitchell and Habib who are working for some unknown boss. At first Mitchell and Habib seem to be a pair of bumbling fools who are more annoying than anything. But before this case is solved, they will demonstrate their true acumen in a very frightening way.

Just when Stephanie thinks her life can't get any worse, she finds herself with an unexpected roommate: Grandma Mazur, who has moved in on the heels of a major disagreement with Stephanie's father. About the same time, Stephanie asks for a favor from one of the detectives on the police force, and in exchange he asks her to watch his dog while he's out of town. The only problem is, he never goes out of town. Nor does he return for the dog. So on top of Grandma Mazur, Stephanie now has yet another roommate: a large, smelly dog named Bob with a penchant for chewing everything in sight and howling like a banshee whenever he's left alone.

Between bringing in her own skips, trying hard to keep Joyce away from hers, doing some side work at Ranger's request, and bumping into Morelli (though never in the way either of them is hoping for), Stephanie's life couldn't get much more bizarre. Or could it? There's still this ongoing confusion between the men in her life, both of whom are vying for her company and attention. And of course, there are the requisite fires, explosions, and sundry vehicles that suffer inexplicable damage -- except for the monstrous old powder-blue Buick, which seems to be indestructible. But even the Buick may come to suffer if Grandma Mazur succeeds in her quest to get a driver's license and hit (perhaps literally) the road.

With the usual collection of wacky characters, both old and new, Hot Six makes for a fun adventure that is equal parts suspense and hilarity. Evanovich trained her writing muscles by churning out sizzling romances for several years before she switched her focus to a dark comedy featuring a wisecracking Jersey girl who went from selling department store underwear to bringing in bail skippers. Neither Trenton, New Jersey, nor the mystery genre has been quite the same since. The fun just doesn't get any better than this. (Beth Amos)

Beth Amos is the author of several mainstream suspense thrillers, including Second Sight, Eyes of Night, and Cold White Fury. She lives in Wisconsin and is at work on her next novel.

Jill M. Smith
Janet Evanovich has a gift for delivering unabashed humor and intriguing suspense. This is one remarkable series that just keeps improving with age!
Romantic Times
Barnes & Noble Guide to New Fiction
In this mystery featuring Stephanie Plum, readers follow as she teams up with vice cop Joe Morelli to find the missing bounty hunter, Ranger, but Stephanie's real concern is her Grandma -- who moves in with her after a fight with Stephanie's Dad.
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Sexy, smart-talking New Jersey bounty hunter Stephanie Plum returns for her sixth wildly amusing mystery (after 1999's High Five). Determination and contacts (she's grown up with half the cops and crooks in Trenton) compensate for Steph's poor aim with a gun, bad luck with cars and soft-hearted approach to her job (one bail jumper evades her four times). The police are after her mentor, the mysterious Ranger, wanted for killing drug and gun dealer Homer Ramos. Claiming he's innocent, Ranger persuades Steph to help him keep an eye on the Ramos clan. Steph teams up with her lover, vice cop Joe Morelli, then strikes out on her own when she realizes neither Joe nor Ranger will share information with her. When Mafia thugs get involved, she barely avoids kidnapping and torture. Meanwhile, there's her love life to deal with. Can she be physically attracted to Ranger and be in love with Joe? Evanovich spins all these threads, plus more, into a lunatic tapestry of nonstop action peopled by wacky characters straight out of a 1930s screwball comedy: Steph's Grandma Mazur, 80 years old, with the world view of a teenage punk; Mooner and Dougie, two lovable but zonked-out stolen goods dealers who have a closeout sale before going to jail; Habib and Mitchell, mobsters who follow Steph when Mitchell's wife doesn't need the car for kids' soccer games; and Steph's co-worker and pal, Lula, a gun-toting ex-prostitute always ready for an adventure. Evanovich just keeps getting better. (June) Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.|
Library Journal
Fans of Stephanie Plum Jersey girl and bounty hunter will be happy to find out just whom Stephanie spent the night with, as it was left to one's imagination at the end of the preceding book, High Five. In this adventure, Stephanie learns that her friend and mentor, Carlos "Ranger" Manoso, is being sought for murder. Can Ranger be guilty? Stephanie helps to chase down a murderer and contend with two inept thugs, not to mention her growing attraction to one of the men in her life. Our heroine meets with the usual car-related misfortunes how many cars has this lady had destroyed? and the usual cast of colorful characters. The action is fast, and the dialog is sharp and flavored with Evanovich's broad humor. There's plenty of sexual banter and suspense to carry the listener along. C.J. Critt does a good job of giving each character a distinct personality; her voice paints pictures. Those who want an action-packed mystery laced with some steamy romance will love this audio. It's pure fun to enter Stephanie's universe, and who can't use an escape now and then? Go ahead, six is your lucky number. Nancy Paul, Brandon P.L., WI Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Samantha Miller
Realism takes a backseat to humor in this series, but the snappy one–liners and oddball characters will have readers coming back for more.
People Magazine
Kirkus Reviews
"I have so many dilemmas," says Stephanie Plum—Trenton's most adorable, least reliable bond enforcement agent—"I can't even remember them all." And no question about it, they do come in bunches in this sixth venture into bounty-hunting ineptitude. There's the dilemma of the heart, for instance. Steph can't decide which of the two hunks in her life, each abrim with testosterone, turns her on faster. Is it the sexy policeman, Joe Morelli, the guy she's known all her life, the guy who succeeded in taking her teenage virginity without even trying? Or the enigmatic Ricardo Carlo Manoso, a.k.a. Ranger, the bounty-hunting mentor she can't say no to, though he only half asks? Nor can she decide what to do about the Ramos dilemma, derived from a family of hard cases who want to kill her, mostly because, unlike most of Steph's prey, they prefer fight to flight. Then there's the pimple dilemma (it's right in the middle of her chin! Should she squeeze or wait?); the Grandma Mazur dilemma (she's suddenly Steph's roommate); the big, slobbering dog dilemma (a love-hate relationship worthy of a deeply confused heroine); the suicidal-girl-on-the-bridge dilemma; the . . . well, you get the idea. The essential thing is that the day this Jersey tomato decides to diarize, Bridget Jones had better look to her laurels. Steph and company make for another helping of energetic entertainment (High Five)—a savory Plum pudding for her growing army of fans.
From the Publisher

“Actress Mazar has just the right sassy streetwise accent to fit the first-person voice of Evanovich's hero, Stephanie Plum. Mazar sounds poised yet real in her role as the New Jersey-based bounty hunter. She gamely throws herself into the dramatic ‘bits' along the way, playing out the dialogue scenes with relish.” —Publishers Weekly

“Steph and company make for another helping of energetic entertainment--a savory Plum pudding for her growing army of fans.” —Kirkus Reviews

“A lunatic tapestry of nonstop action peopled by wacky characters straight out of a 1930s screwball comedy...Evanovich just keeps getting better.” —Publisher's Weekly

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781429971454
Publisher:
St. Martin's Press
Publication date:
04/01/2010
Series:
Stephanie Plum Series , #6
Sold by:
Macmillan
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
304
Sales rank:
11,761
File size:
285 KB

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Hot Six


By Janet Evanovich

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 1994 Evanovich, Inc.
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-7145-4


CHAPTER 1

FIVE MONTHS LATER ...

Carol Zabo was standing on the outermost guardrail on the bridge spanning the Delaware between Trenton, New Jersey, and Morrisville, Pennsylvania. She was holding a regulation-size yellow fire brick in the palm of her right hand, with about four feet of clothesline stretched between the brick and her ankle. On the side of the bridge in big letters was the slogan "Trenton Makes and the World Takes." And Carol was apparently tired of the world taking whatever it was she was making, because she was getting ready to jump into the Delaware and let the brick do its work.

I was standing about ten feet from Carol, trying to talk her off the guardrail. Cars were rolling past us, some slowing up to gawk, and some cutting in and out of the gawkers, giving Carol the finger because she was disturbing the flow.

"Listen, Carol," I said, "it's eight-thirty in the morning, and it's starting to snow. I'm freezing my ass off. Make up your mind about jumping, because I have to tinkle, and I need a cup of coffee."

Truth is, I didn't for a minute think she'd jump. For one thing, she was wearing a four-hundred-dollar jacket from Wilson Leather. You just don't jump off a bridge in a four-hundred-dollar jacket. It isn't done. The jacket would get ruined. Carol was from the Chambersburg section of Trenton, just like me, and in the Burg you gave the jacket to your sister, then you jumped off the bridge.

"Hey, you listen, Stephanie Plum," Carol said, teeth chattering. "Nobody sent you an engraved invitation to this party."

I'd gone to high school with Carol. She'd been a cheerleader, and I'd been a baton twirler. Now she was married to Lubie Zabo and wanted to kill herself. If I was married to Lubie I'd want to kill myself too, but that wasn't Carol's reason for standing on the guardrail, holding a brick on a rope. Carol had shoplifted some crotchless bikinis from the Frederick's of Hollywood store at the mall. It wasn't that Carol couldn't afford the panties, it was that she wanted them to spice up her love life and was too embarrassed to take them to the register. In her haste to make a getaway, she'd rear-ended Brian Simon's plainclothes cop car and had left the scene. Brian had been in the car at the time, and had chased her down and thrown her into the pokey.

My cousin Vinnie, president and sole proprietor of Vincent Plum Bail Bonds, had written Carol's getout-of-jail ticket. If Carol didn't show up for her court date, Vinnie would forfeit the walking money — unless he could retrieve Carol's body in a timely manner.

This is where I come in. I'm a bond enforcement agent, which is a fancy term for bounty hunter, and I retrieve bodies for Vinnie. Preferably live and unharmed. Vinnie had spotted Carol on his way in to work this morning and had dispatched me to rescue her — or, if rescue wasn't possible, to eyeball the precise spot where she splashed down. Vinnie was worried if he'd be out his bond money if Carol jumped into the river, and the divers and cops with grappling hooks couldn't find her water-logged corpse.

"This is really a bad way to do it," I said to Carol. "You're going to look awful when they find you. Think about it — your hair's gonna be a wreck."

She rolled her eyes up as if she could see on the top of her head. "Shit, I never thought of that," she said. "I just had it highlighted, too. I got it foiled."

The snow was coming down in big wet blobs. I was wearing hiking boots with thick Vibram soles, but the cold was seeping through to my feet all the same. Carol was more dressy in funky ankle boots, a little black dress, and the excellent jacket. Somehow the brick seemed too casual for the rest of the outfit. And the dress reminded me of a dress I had hanging in my own closet. I'd only worn the dress for a matter of minutes before it had been dropped to the floor and kicked aside ... the opening statement in an exhaustive night with the man of my dreams. Well, one of the men, anyway. Funny how people see clothes differently. I wore the dress, hoping to get a man in my bed. And Carol chose it to jump off a bridge. Now in my opinion, jumping off a bridge in a dress is a bad decision. If I was going to jump off a bridge I'd wear slacks. Carol was going to look like an idiot with her skirt up around her ears and her pantyhose hanging out. "So what does Lubie think of the highlights?" I asked.

"Lubie likes the highlights," Carol said. "Only he wants me to grow it longer. He says long hair is the style now."

Personally, I wouldn't put a lot of stock in the fashion sense of a man who got his nickname by bragging about his sexual expertise with a grease gun. But hey, that's just me. "So tell me again why you're up here on the guardrail."

"Because I'd rather die than go to jail."

"I told you, you're not going to jail. And if you do, it won't be for very long."

"A day is too long! An hour is too long! They make you take off all your clothes, and then they make you bend over so they can look for smuggled weapons. And you have to go to the bathroom in front of everyone. There's no, you know, privacy. I saw a special on television."

Okay, so now I understood a little bit better. I'd kill myself before I'd do any of those things, too.

"Maybe you won't have to go to jail," I said. "I know Brian Simon. I could talk to him. Maybe I could get him to drop the charges."

Carol's face brightened. "Really? Would you do that for me?"

"Sure. I can't guarantee anything, but I can give it a shot."

"And if he won't drop the charges, I'll still have a chance to kill myself."

"Exactly."


I PACKED CAROL and the brick off in her car, and then I drove over to the 7-Eleven for coffee and a box of glazed chocolate doughnuts. I figured I deserved the doughnuts, since I'd done such a good job of saving Carol's life.

I took the doughnuts and coffee to Vinnie's storefront office on Hamilton Avenue. I didn't want to run the risk of eating all the doughnuts myself. And I was hoping Vinnie would have more work for me. As a bond enforcement agent I only get paid if I bring somebody in. And at the moment I was clean out of wayward bondees.

"Damn, skippy," Lula said from behind the file cabinets. "Here come doughnuts walking through the door."

At five feet five inches, weighing in at a little over two hundred pounds, Lula is something of a doughnut expert. She was in monochromatic mode this week, with hair, skin, and lip gloss all the color of cocoa. The skin color is permanent, but the hair changes weekly.

Lula does filing for Vinnie, and she helps me out when I need backup. Since I'm not the world's best bounty hunter, and Lula isn't the world's best backup, it's more often than not like the amateur-hour version of The Best of "Cops" Bloopers.

"Are those chocolate doughnuts?" Lula asked. "Connie and me were just thinking we needed some chocolate doughnuts, weren't we, Connie?"

Connie Rosolli is Vinnie's office manager. She was at her desk, in the middle of the room, examining her mustache in a mirror. "I'm thinking of having more electrolysis," she said. "What do you think?"

"I think it's a good thing," Lula told her, helping herself to a doughnut. "Because you're starting to look like Groucho Marx, again."

I sipped my coffee and fingered through some files Connie had on her desk. "Anything new come in?"

The door to Vinnie's inner office slammed open, and Vinnie stuck his head out. "Fuckin' A, we got something new ... and it's all yours."

Lula screwed her mouth up to the side. And Connie did a nose wrinkle.

I had a bad feeling in my stomach. Usually I had to beg for jobs and here Vinnie was, having saved something for me. "What's going on?" I asked.

"It's Ranger," Connie said. "He's in the wind. Won't respond to his pager."

"The schmuck didn't show up for his court date yesterday," Vinnie said. "He's FTA."

"FTA" is bounty-hunter-speak for "failure to appear." Usually I'm happy to hear someone has failed to appear, because it means I get to earn money by coaxing them back into the system. In this case, there was no money to be had, because if Ranger didn't want to be found, he wasn't going to be found. End of discussion.

Ranger is a bounty hunter, like me. Only Ranger is good. He's close to my age, give or take a few years; he's Cuban-American; and I'm pretty sure he only kills bad guys. Two weeks ago some idiot rookie cop arrested Ranger on carrying concealed without a license. Every other cop in Trenton knows Ranger and knows he carries concealed, and they're perfectly happy to have it that way. But no one told the new guy. So Ranger was busted and scheduled to go before the judge yesterday for a slap on the wrist. In the meantime, Vinnie sprung Ranger with a nice chunk of money, and now Vinnie was feeling lonely, high off the ground, out there on a limb all by himself. First Carol. Now Ranger. Not a good way to start a Tuesday.

"There's something wrong with this picture," I said. It made my heart feel leaden in my chest, because there were people out there who wouldn't mind seeing Ranger disappear forever. And his disappearance would make a very large hole in my life.

"It's not like Ranger to ignore his court date. Or to ignore his page."

Lula and Connie exchanged glances.

"You know that big fire they had downtown on Sunday?" Connie said. "Turns out the building is owned by Alexander Ramos."

Alexander Ramos deals guns, regulating the flow of black market arms from his summer compound on the Jersey shore and his winter fortress in Athens. Two of his three adult sons live in the United States, one in Santa Barbara, the other in Hunterdon County. The third son lives in Rio. None of this is privileged information. The Ramos family has made the cover of Newsweek four times. People have speculated for years that Ranger has ties to Ramos, but the exact nature of those ties has always been unknown. Ranger is a master of keeping things unknown.

"And?" I asked.

"And when they could finally go through the building yesterday they found Ramos's youngest son, Homer, barbecued in a third-floor office. Besides being toasted, he also had a large bullet hole in his head."

"And?"

"And Ranger's wanted for questioning. The police were here just a few minutes ago, looking for him."

"Why do they want Ranger?"

Connie did a palms-up.

"Anyway, he's skipped," Vinnie said, "and you're gonna bring him in."

My voice involuntarily rose an octave. "What, are you crazy? I'm not going after Ranger!"

"That's the beauty of it," Vinnie said. "You don't have to go after him. He'll come to you. He's got a thing for you."

"No! No way. Forget it."

"Fine," Vinnie said, "you don't want the job, I'll put Joyce on it."

Joyce Barnhardt is my archenemy. Ordinarily, I'd eat dirt before I'd give anything up to Joyce. In this case, Joyce could take it. Let her spend her time spinning her wheels, looking for the invisible man.

"So what else have you got?" I asked Connie.

"Two minors and a real stinker." She passed three folders over to me. "Since Ranger isn't available I'm going to have to give the stinker to you."

I flipped the top file open. Morris Munson. Arrested for vehicular manslaughter. "Could be worse," I said. "Could be a homicidal rapist."

"You didn't read down far enough," Connie said. "After this guy ran over the victim, who just happened to be his ex-wife, he beat her with a tire iron, raped her, and tried to set her on fire. He was charged with vehicular manslaughter because according to the M.E. she was already dead when he took the tire iron to her. He had her soaked in gasoline and was trying to get his Bic to work when a blue-andwhite happened to drive by."

Little black dots danced in front of my eyes. I sat down hard on the fake-leather couch and put my head between my legs.

"You okay?" Lula asked.

"Probably it's just low blood sugar," I said. Probably it's my job.

"It could be worse," Connie said. "It says here he wasn't armed. Just bring your gun along, and I'm sure you'll be fine."

"I can't believe they let him out on bail!"

"Go figure," Connie said. "Guess they didn't have any more room at the inn."

I looked up at Vinnie, who was still standing in the doorway to his private office. "You wrote bail on this maniac?"

"Hey, I'm not a judge. I'm a businessman. He didn't have any priors," Vinnie said. "And he has a good job working at the button factory. Homeowner."

"And now he's gone."

"Didn't show up for his court date," Connie said. "I called the button factory, and they said last they saw him was Wednesday."

"Have they heard from him at all? Did he call in sick?"

"No. Nothing. I called his home number and got his machine."

I glanced at the other two files. Lenny Dale, missing in action, charged with domestic violence. And Walter "Moon Man" Dunphy, wanted for drunk and disorderly and urinating in a public place.

I tucked the three folders into my shoulder bag and stood. "Page me if you hear anything on Ranger."

"Last chance," Vinnie said. "I swear I'll give his file to Joyce."

I took a doughnut from the box, gave the box over to Lula, and left. It was March and the snowstorm was having a hard time working itself up into anything serious. There was some slush on the street, and a layer of ice had accumulated on my windshield and my passenger-side windows. There was a large blurry object behind the window. I squinted through the ice. The blurry object was Joe Morelli.

Most women would have an orgasm on the spot to find Morelli sitting in their car. He had that effect. I'd known Morelli for most of my life, and I almost never had an on-the-spot orgasm, anymore. I needed at least four minutes.

He was wearing boots and jeans and a black fleece jacket. The tails of a red plaid flannel shirt hung under the jacket. Under the flannel shirt he wore a black T-shirt and a .40-caliber Glock. His eyes were the color of aged whiskey and his body was a testament to good Italian genes and hard work at the gym. He had a reputation for living fast, and the reputation was well deserved but dated. Morelli focused his energy on his job now.

I slid behind the wheel, turned the key in the ignition, and cranked up the defroster. I was driving a sixyear-old blue Honda Civic that was perfectly good transportation but didn't enhance my fantasy life. Hard to be Xena, Warrior Princess, in a six-year-old Civic.

"So," I said to Morelli, "what's up?"

"You going after Ranger?"

"Nope. Not me. No siree. No way."

He raised his eyebrows.

"I'm not magic," I said. Sending me after Ranger would be like sending the chicken out to hunt down the fox.

Morelli was slouched against the door. "I need to talk to him."

"Are you investigating the fire?"

"No. This is something else."

"Something else that's related to the fire? Like the hole in Homer Ramos's head?"

Morelli grinned. "You ask a lot of questions."

"Yeah, but I'm not getting any answers. Why isn't Ranger answering his page? What's his involvement here?"

"He had a late-night meeting with Ramos. They were caught on a lobby security camera. The building is locked up at night, but Ramos had a key. He arrived first, waited ten minutes for Ranger, then opened the door for him. The two of them crossed the lobby and took the elevator to the third floor. Thirty-five minutes later Ranger left alone. And ten minutes after that, the fire alarm went off. Forty-eight hours' worth of tape has been run, and according to the tape no one else was in the building with Ranger and Ramos."

"Ten minutes is a long time. Give him three more to ride the elevator or take the stairs. Why didn't the alarm go off sooner, if Ranger started the fire?"

"No smoke detector in the office where Ramos was found. The door was closed, and the smoke detector was in the hall."

"Ranger isn't stupid. He wouldn't let himself get caught on videotape if he was going to kill someone."

"It was a hidden camera." Morelli eyed my doughnut. "You going to eat that?"

I broke the doughnut in half and gave him a piece. I popped the other into my mouth. "Was an accelerant used?"

"Small amount of lighter fluid."

"You think Ranger did it?"

"Hard to say with Ranger."

"Connie said Ramos was shot."

"Nine millimeter."

"So you think Ranger is hiding from the police?"


(Continues...)

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Meet the Author

Janet Evanovich is the author of the Stephanie Plum books, including One for the Money and Sizzling Sixteen, and the Diesel&Tucker series, including Wicked Appetite. Janet studied painting at Douglass College, but that art form never quite fit, and she soon moved on to writing stories. She didn't have instant success: she collected a big box of rejection letters. As she puts it, "When the box was full I burned the whole damn thing, crammed myself into pantyhose and went to work for a temp agency." But after a few months of secretarial work, she managed to sell her first novel for $2,000. She immediately quit her job and started working full-time as a writer. After a dozen romance novels, she switched to mystery, and created Stephanie Plum. The rest is history. Janet's favorite exercise is shopping, and her drug of choice is Cheeze Doodles. She and her husband live in New Hampshire, in house with a view of the Connecticut River Valley.
Janet Evanovich is the author of the Stephanie Plum books, including One for the Money and Sizzling Sixteen, and the Diesel&Tucker series, including Wicked Appetite. Janet studied painting at Douglass College, but that art form never quite fit, and she soon moved on to writing stories. She didn’t have instant success: she collected a big box of rejection letters. As she puts it, “When the box was full I burned the whole damn thing, crammed myself into pantyhose and went to work for a temp agency.” But after a few months of secretarial work, she managed to sell her first novel for $2,000. She immediately quit her job and started working full-time as a writer. After a dozen romance novels, she switched to mystery, and created Stephanie Plum. The rest is history. Janet’s favorite exercise is shopping, and her drug of choice is Cheeze Doodles.

Brief Biography

Hometown:
Hanover, New Hampshire
Date of Birth:
April 22, 1943
Place of Birth:
South River, New Jersey
Education:
B.A., Douglass College, 1965
Website:
http://www.evanovich.com

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Hot Six (Stephanie Plum Series #6) 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 541 reviews.
Cristina Haynes More than 1 year ago
Janet Evanovich is one if the best authors there is. She definatly knows how to get you on the edge of your seat. She keeps the tension going with the crazy action Stephanie Plum deals with on a daily basis. If you're in for some acion, I suggest you read this book.
Eaglesgirl05 More than 1 year ago
Jenet did it again this book was Funny, kept my attention the whole time I never wanted to put it down. I was laughing throughout the book. If you haven't picked up on e of Janet Evanoviche's Books please do they are worth the while.
risuena More than 1 year ago
So I immediately got this book to find out who's behind the door. Boy, can the author write sexual tension or what. I really got a kick out of grandma, and Mooner turned out to be a nice addition, a comforting support. But the whole Ranger fiasco reminded me of the first book, an introduction to Joe Morelli. I thought she would develop Ranger's relationship with Stephanie in a more original way. The crime wasn't as thrilling this time, but it's worth reading for the humor and romance.
Lindsie More than 1 year ago
Another awesome book! Hot six is jam packed with action, comedy, and a little romance. These books never get boring! Another hit for Evanovich. A+++
Kelianna More than 1 year ago
Fun series of books. Got hooked when I saw they had a movie out. I checked out the book first. Glad I did. The books were definitly more entertaining. I do however have Debbie Reynolds forever in my mind as Grandma!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This series is delightful with interesting and colorful characters and a good sense of humor all while solving a mystery.
Booker61 More than 1 year ago
I get so engrossed in these books I have trouble putting them down. I reread them because they are that good. I almost have the whole series
DAA81 More than 1 year ago
Hot Six is a book that kept me turning the pages. It is about a murder where Stephanie Plum who works for a bail bondsmen tries to help out her friend. It has twists and turns throughout the story but the best part is it kept me laughing. Who ever heard of a bounty hunter (Stephanie) doesn't carry a gun or even know how to use it? Stephanie encounters numerous obstacles along the way which makes the story even funnier. It is a quick and funny read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I LOVE Stephanie and all of her adventures.. Laugh out loud funny... I am wondering if anyone knows about the Nook Books the # of pages in the More Plums in one where you get 4,5 & 6 they only had 200 pages each,however I see that the paperbacks have 300+ pages. I hope I am not missing anything. Please advise..
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I absolutely loved this book. I was literally laughing out loud and finding myself sharing stories about Bob the dog with friends and family. And of course there's no shortage of plum's love life. Great quick read and my fav thus far.
romantic-mystery-buff More than 1 year ago
Again another keep you guessing;laughable antics; with a splash of romance from two very different studs book in the series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I am so addicted to see what Stephanie gets into next and if she ever hooks up with Ranger. My vote is for Joe.
joanna rose More than 1 year ago
all of the stephanie plum books are easy and fun reads. can't wait for the next one. ... summer 2011
Guest More than 1 year ago
'Hot Six' was a blast to read! It was hilarious! At parts I was laughing so hard, I started to cry. This is a great book and series to read!
Anonymous 5 months ago
Entertaining , intriguing , endearing , and hilarious !
ThePolyBlog 8 months ago
BOTTOM-LINE: Plum vs. Ranger…talk about a mismatch . PLOT OR PREMISE: Plum's got her latest assignment, no problem. She just has to bring in Ranger, a suspect in the death of a wanna-be gangster, the son of an arms dealer. . WHAT I LIKED: As with most things Plum, there's a lot going on … Grandma has moved in, she gets stuck babysitting a wild dog, and there's a killer running around who likes Stephanie. Plus we get to see an old high school pal, Moon Man, who is frequently fun since the elevator doesn't all the way to the top floors. . WHAT I DIDN'T LIKE: The whole sub-story with gun-runners and missing money, and Ranger being "wanted" gets a little ridiculous after awhile. . DISCLOSURE: I received no compensation, not even a free copy, in exchange for this review. I am not personal friends with the author, nor do I follow her on social media.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
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It was boring but the others were good
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have never been disappointed in her writings. I only hope she continues writing. Grandma Mazur is such a fun person. Ms. Evanovichs imagination is wonderful.
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Not for everyone but if you like mysteries with lots of quirky humor it is a nice change from more serious books of this type. I got hooked after reading the first one on vacation. They are light and funny but still incorporate a good storyline. A little romance thrown in doesn't hurt either.
SallyPinkReviews More than 1 year ago
Stephanie Plum is back with a new crew of helpers and old favorites in "Hot Six." Fellow bounty hunter, Ranger, is accused of killing dastardly Homer Ramos, and skips bail. Steph turns down Vinnie's request to find Ranger, but that's where the trouble begins. Everyone thinks Stephanie can find Ranger. Arturo Stolle has two men trail her. Joyce trails her. Dougie and Mooner sell goods of questionable origin and Steph's stuck with a dog named Bob. The cherry on the top? Grandma Mazur comes to live with her.  Ranger pulls Stephanie into the action when he asks her to do surveillance on Hannibal Ramos' house. Unknown to her, she witnesses several important clues that could wrap up the police case, but can she put them together before she starts getting shot at again? The writing is crisp and clever. The pacing is spot on, giving the reader a chance to breath before picking up again.  The characters shine. Stephanie's at her best when she listens to her intuition. Lula's loyalty warms the soul. Joe does his level best to deal with his frustration. All the characters expose their faults along with their strengths and that's what ultimately makes "Hot Six" resonate with readers.   The novel is a cozy mystery with a zig here and a zag there that keeps the readers on the edge of their seat wondering what will happen next. "Hot Six" is full of excitement, action, and laughter. 
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