It All Began in Monte Carlo [NOOK Book]

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Beach reading suspense from the New York Times bestselling author of There’s Something About St. Tropez

Sunny Alvarez and Mac Reilly always seem to find trouble in the south of France. This time, all the trouble began in Monte Carlo.

Sunny’s relationship with Mac is in jeopardy and Monte Carlo beckons. Soon Sunny is pulled into a web of intrigue involving a series of robberies of high-end jewelry stores. Then there’s her wanna-be-new-friend, ...

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Overview


Beach reading suspense from the New York Times bestselling author of There’s Something About St. Tropez

Sunny Alvarez and Mac Reilly always seem to find trouble in the south of France. This time, all the trouble began in Monte Carlo.

Sunny’s relationship with Mac is in jeopardy and Monte Carlo beckons. Soon Sunny is pulled into a web of intrigue involving a series of robberies of high-end jewelry stores. Then there’s her wanna-be-new-friend, who turns out to be a sociopath, involved in the sale of sex and in blackmail. Plus there’s Sunny’s old friend, movie star Allie Ray, who owns a vineyard in France and who comes to help sort Sunny out, while at the same time sorting out the life and appearance of her old friend, Pru Holster, with a makeover that not only changes her dowdy overweight appearance, but changes Pru into an amateur detective. If Sunny doesn’t untangle this plot, she might end up an unwitting accomplice to theft, blackmail and even murder. When Mac shows up, he’s ready to do anything to get Sunny back, not the least of which is to solve the crimes and save her life.


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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
At the start of Adler’s bubbly thriller, the follow-up to There’s Something About St. Tropez, Sunny Alvarez boards a Christmas Eve flight from L.A. to Paris, along with her pet Chihuahua, angry that her fiancé, PI Mac Reilly of TV’s Mac Reilly’s Malibu Mysteries, has once again postponed their wedding. On the plane, Sunny meets Eddie Johanssen (aka “Prince Charming”), who suggests another destination: Monte Carlo’s Grand Hotel. After arriving alone in Monte Carlo, Sunny improbably befriends an aging Lithuanian prostitute, Kitty Ratte, who hangs out in the Grand Hotel bar—and turns out to be a psychopath. Sunny is thrilled when both Eddie and Mac show up, but the jealous Kitty soon creates trouble. Mac ends up investigating a series of jewelry store heists, while clueless Sunny, in another unlikely twist, takes a jewelry courier job for an enigmatic Indian woman. The gorgeous locale and Sunny and Mac’s romantic give-and-take more than compensate for the less than credible plot. (July)
From the Publisher
“As bright and breezy as a sun-drenched Riviera beach, Adler’s taut romantic mystery thrums with palpable tension.” —Booklist

“Lush surroundings, heady shopping sprees, and over-the-top romance makes It All Began in Monte Carlo a summer treat.” —People magazine

Kirkus Reviews
Another frothy adventure in the South of France, Adler's follow-up to There's Something About St. Tropez (2009). In this third of a series begun with Those Malibu Nights (2008), reality-TV detective Mac Reilly and his perennial fiancee, sleek Latina stunner Sunny Alvarez, return. In a huge hissy after Mac postpones their nuptials yet again, Sunny boards a Christmas Eve flight from Los Angeles to Paris with her cranky Chihuahua. In first class, she encounters Eddie, a handsome CEO who sympathizes with her distress, and recommends, instead of frigid Paris, Monte Carlo-he even books her hotel room from his laptop. (He'll later follow her there.) In Monte Carlo, Sunny is spotted by superannuated (and aptly-named) Baltic Eurotrash predator Kitty Ratte. Kitty, constantly looking to exploit the vulnerabilities of the young, rich and beautiful to salve her own bitterness at being none of the above, almost befriends Sunny before being shortstopped by Sunny's movie-star BFF, Allie. While the women await Mac's contrite appearance, a crime spree is in progress: In Paris and Monte Carlo, ritzy jewelry emporiums specializing in rare diamonds have been ripped off in spectacular heists. Each time, one robber targeted the youngest and prettiest store employee. The assailant pistol-whipped her Parisian victim, shattering her cheekbone. In Monte Carlo, a young mother died after being shot in the face. Upon arriving in France, Mac is drawn into the robbery-murder investigation. Kitty finds her mark in Eddie and somehow ensnares him in a laughably inept blackmail scheme. Maha, gorgeous Indian slum-dweller turned world-renowned jewelry designer, recruits Sunny (she's back with Mac, but still determined to reassert her independence) to courier gems back to Mumbai. The whodunit is so transparent that Adler's real agenda shines through-demonstrating that the young, rich and beautiful are more deserving than the old, ugly and disadvantaged. Although her acerbic prose is a welcome diversion, Adler's tell-don't-show moralizing may have unintended consequences: Readers might sympathize more with Kitty than with her smugly entitled jet-setter nemeses. Agent: Anne Sibbald/Janklow & Nesbit
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429900171
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 5/24/2011
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 299,745
  • File size: 432 KB

Meet the Author


ELIZABETH ADLER is the internationally acclaimed author of twenty-four novels. She lives in Palm Springs, California.
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Chapter 1
Los Angeles. Christmas Eve.
 
Sunny Alvarez boarded the Air France flight to Paris. It had taken all her precious air miles and a great deal of money but if she was going to be unhappy she was going to do it first class. In style. And alone.
She wore no makeup, not even her trademark brave red lipstick. Tinted frameless glasses helped disguise her eyes, swollen from crying. Tall, slender with a fall of dark hair that swung over her face, she looked younger than her thirty-six years and somehow vulnerable. She wore narrow jeans stuffed into tall black sheepskin UGGs, a black cashmere turtleneck, a black peacoat that she now flung off and handed to the waiting steward, before flinging herself into the comfortable leather seat that could be made to recline, so that later she might sleep stretched out full length. If she could ever find “sleep” again. The flight was a long one. Eleven hours.
Eleven hours without Mac Reilly.
Her fiancé was TV’s famous detective with his own program, Mac Reilly’s Malibu Mysteries, handsome in his own slightly worn, casual, confident, way. . . . No dammit! Mac was more than that. He was sexy, good looking, blue eyes that looked into hers with passion when he made love to her—No! Change that to when they made love together. Because making love with Mac Reilly, the feel of his hands on her body, the way his skin smoothed under her own hands, the way her own skin seemed to melt under his, the electric shock his lips on hers always gave her, hot-wiring her, sending tremors through her until all she could think about was sex, sex with him . . .
She had met Mac at a press party for his TV show. He’d told her he’d noticed her across the room. “How could I miss you, in that outfit?” was what he had actually said.
She had on a black turtleneck and a tiny white mini skirt and her tough-girl motorcycle boots because she’d ridden there on her Harley. Mac tapped her on her shoulder and she found herself looking at this rugged guy in jeans and a T-shirt, whose deep blue eyes were taking her in like she was the best thing he had seen all night.
He asked her name, she’d said she knew his. Neither was drinking because they were driving, but both had that elated feeling of being on another planet where even the noise of the party seemed suddenly muted. Later Mac told her he noticed her clunky boots first, and she told him she’d noticed his muscular arms and had wanted to be wrapped in them right there and then, she didn’t care who saw.
Of course they were total opposites: Mac, dragged up by his bootstraps from the streets of Boston and the Miami crime scene to the Private Eye and TV personality he now was. And she, the half-Latina wild child brought up on a ranch, beautiful and brainy and ditzy, but with a business degree from Wharton and the determination to be her own woman.
It had been, as they’d told each other so often since, love at first sight. Eyes across the room—or maybe a bit closer.
And that was the way it was. And had been. Until now.
Stop it! Sunny sat up straight in her airline chair, pushed back her long dark hair, skewered it in a ponytail and accepted the glass of champagne the steward was offering her.
She stared at the glass in her hand, not really seeing it. She was Mac’s fiancée no longer. They had been together four years and were to have been married next month but he’d changed his plans yet again. Mac had also agreed they would get married last year, and a couple of times preceding that. Every time it got close something else came up. Another mystery he simply had to take on. He couldn’t say no. Except, it seemed, to Sunny.
This time was the last straw, she had even bought the dress—cream—white didn’t look so good in winter. And lace, although she was not usually a lace girl. Sleek, fitted to her rather good body, because even though she said it herself, it was a good body. A great body, Mac had always said that.
Sunny stuck out her long legs in the comfy sheepskin knee-high UGG boots, staring at them, but again not seeing them. She was seeing the heart-shaped pink diamond engagement ring she had left on Mac’s pillow, with a little note telling him goodbye. I’m leaving your life, she had written. There is no room for me, only for your work. Good luck. She had signed it simply with the initial S.
A whine came from the Vuitton dog carrier. She looked at the small Chihuahua, peering mournfully out. Tesoro weighed all of three pounds. “A fiend on four paws,” Mac called her, and he was right, the Chihuahua had sunk her teeth, and her claws, into Mac many a time, as well as intimidating Mac’s own dog, the one-eyed, three-legged ragamuffin he adored and whose life Mac had saved, and who went by the name of Pirate. It was Tesoro’s feud with Pirate that had kept Mac and Sunny from living together, though now Sunny thought maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing. Leaving a home they had shared, Mac’s funky little cottage on the shore in Malibu, would have been twice as hard.
They braced for takeoff. She strapped Tesoro in her carrier into an adjacent seat, leaned back, felt the thrust as the plane lifted off. It was over. She was gone.
A tear trickled down her cheek. She was on her way to Paris. Alone.
 
Excerpted from It All Began in Monte Carlo by Elizabeth Adler.
Copyright  2010 by Elizabeth Adler.
Published in 2010 by St. Martin's Press.
All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher.
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It All Began In Monte Carlo


By Elizabeth Adler

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2010 Elizabeth Adler
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780312385156

Chapter 1
Los Angeles. Christmas Eve.
 
Sunny Alvarez boarded the Air France flight to Paris. It had taken all her precious air miles and a great deal of money but if she was going to be unhappy she was going to do it first class. In style. And alone.
She wore no makeup, not even her trademark brave red lipstick. Tinted frameless glasses helped disguise her eyes, swollen from crying. Tall, slender with a fall of dark hair that swung over her face, she looked younger than her thirty-six years and somehow vulnerable. She wore narrow jeans stuffed into tall black sheepskin UGGs, a black cashmere turtleneck, a black peacoat that she now flung off and handed to the waiting steward, before flinging herself into the comfortable leather seat that could be made to recline, so that later she might sleep stretched out full length. If she could ever find “sleep” again. The flight was a long one. Eleven hours.
Eleven hours without Mac Reilly.
Her fiancé was TV’s famous detective with his own program, Mac Reilly’s Malibu Mysteries, handsome in his own slightly worn, casual, confident, way. . . . No dammit! Mac was more than that. He was sexy, good looking, blue eyes that looked into hers with passion when he made love to her—No! Change that to when they made love together. Because making love with Mac Reilly, the feel of his hands on her body, the way his skin smoothed under her own hands, the way her own skin seemed to melt under his, the electric shock his lips on hers always gave her, hot-wiring her, sending tremors through her until all she could think about was sex, sex with him . . .
She had met Mac at a press party for his TV show. He’d told her he’d noticed her across the room. “How could I miss you, in that outfit?” was what he had actually said.
She had on a black turtleneck and a tiny white mini skirt and her tough-girl motorcycle boots because she’d ridden there on her Harley. Mac tapped her on her shoulder and she found herself looking at this rugged guy in jeans and a T-shirt, whose deep blue eyes were taking her in like she was the best thing he had seen all night.
He asked her name, she’d said she knew his. Neither was drinking because they were driving, but both had that elated feeling of being on another planet where even the noise of the party seemed suddenly muted. Later Mac told her he noticed her clunky boots first, and she told him she’d noticed his muscular arms and had wanted to be wrapped in them right there and then, she didn’t care who saw.
Of course they were total opposites: Mac, dragged up by his bootstraps from the streets of Boston and the Miami crime scene to the Private Eye and TV personality he now was. And she, the half-Latina wild child brought up on a ranch, beautiful and brainy and ditzy, but with a business degree from Wharton and the determination to be her own woman.
It had been, as they’d told each other so often since, love at first sight. Eyes across the room—or maybe a bit closer.
And that was the way it was. And had been. Until now.
Stop it! Sunny sat up straight in her airline chair, pushed back her long dark hair, skewered it in a ponytail and accepted the glass of champagne the steward was offering her.
She stared at the glass in her hand, not really seeing it. She was Mac’s fiancée no longer. They had been together four years and were to have been married next month but he’d changed his plans yet again. Mac had also agreed they would get married last year, and a couple of times preceding that. Every time it got close something else came up. Another mystery he simply had to take on. He couldn’t say no. Except, it seemed, to Sunny.
This time was the last straw, she had even bought the dress—cream—white didn’t look so good in winter. And lace, although she was not usually a lace girl. Sleek, fitted to her rather good body, because even though she said it herself, it was a good body. A great body, Mac had always said that.
Sunny stuck out her long legs in the comfy sheepskin knee-high UGG boots, staring at them, but again not seeing them. She was seeing the heart-shaped pink diamond engagement ring she had left on Mac’s pillow, with a little note telling him goodbye. I’m leaving your life, she had written. There is no room for me, only for your work. Good luck. She had signed it simply with the initial S.
A whine came from the Vuitton dog carrier. She looked at the small Chihuahua, peering mournfully out. Tesoro weighed all of three pounds. “A fiend on four paws,” Mac called her, and he was right, the Chihuahua had sunk her teeth, and her claws, into Mac many a time, as well as intimidating Mac’s own dog, the one-eyed, three-legged ragamuffin he adored and whose life Mac had saved, and who went by the name of Pirate. It was Tesoro’s feud with Pirate that had kept Mac and Sunny from living together, though now Sunny thought maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing. Leaving a home they had shared, Mac’s funky little cottage on the shore in Malibu, would have been twice as hard.
They braced for takeoff. She strapped Tesoro in her carrier into an adjacent seat, leaned back, felt the thrust as the plane lifted off. It was over. She was gone.
A tear trickled down her cheek. She was on her way to Paris. Alone.
 
Excerpted from It All Began in Monte Carlo by Elizabeth Adler.
Copyright  2010 by Elizabeth Adler.
Published in 2010 by St. Martin's Press.
All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher.

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  • Posted June 8, 2010

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    Elizabeth Adler provides her fans with a charming lighthearted frolic

    Outraged when IV star and private investigator Mac Reilly delays their wedding for another case, Sunny Alvarez leaves behind her engagement ring. She flies first class from Los Angeles to Paris with Tesoro as her companion. On the plane, Sunny meets "Prince Charming" Aka Eddie and heads to Monte Carlo.

    The crew arrives to help Sunny deal with what and who she wants in her life. Movie star Allie Ray, makeover Pru Holster, and Kitty the sociopath are joined by Eddie in offering assistance to Sunny. Mac follows his beloved Sunny to Monte Carlo hoping to save his relationship with the woman he loves.

    Although the plot is thin, the return to Europe (see One of Those Malibu Nights and There's Something About St. Tropez), fans will enjoy the latest relationship spin between Mac of Malibu Mysteries and Sunny. He begs for another chance in between solving a few cases and saving her life. Elizabeth Adler provides her fans with a charming lighthearted frolic as It All Began in Malibu before moving to Monte Caro.

    Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted February 23, 2011

    It All Began in Monte Carlo - very enjoyable

    I am a long time and loyal fan of Elizabeth Adler. As I usually do before reading any book, I have pored over the reviews of "It All Began in Monte Carlo." I noticed that several of the reviewers of this book prudishly made some negative comments about the character named Kitty Ratte. Well, those comments piqued my interest, and I couldn't wait to read this book.

    "Monte Carlo" did not disappoint. What Elizabeth Adler managed to accomplish with this book was two-fold. She wrote her usual cream-puffy, lovely type of romantic mystery novel, and also created a character (Kitty Ratte) so evil that she obviously conjured up strong emotions in some of her readers.

    As despicable as this character is, what Ms. Adler has done in inventing Kitty Ratte is to create a character that you'll be discussing long after you finish reading this book. Kudos to you, Ms. Adler!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 10, 2010

    Boring Story & Unlikeable Characters

    Being an avid Elizabeth Adler fan, it is disappointing to give a horrible review, but it was painful reading such tripe. I barely made it through to the end and debated whether to finish it. I really wished I hadn't trudged on to the last page and just toted the book to the library as a donation. Here's my issues with the book: It is not only getting tiresome as to the 'on & off again' marriage of the principle characters, Sunny & Mac, but are we to believe that these two people who are suppose to be sophisticated and above-average intelligence & talent and deeply in love cannot really make up their minds as to their future together??? And, is Sunny really so blindly naive, not only in her relationship with her "love of her life", needing the validation of another attractive man, but also in being so duped by an obviously coarse, vulgar opportunist as the scam-artist Kitty Ratte and then foisting that repulsive parasite onto her friends to boot? I truly did not enjoy reading about the minutiae of the Kitty Ratte's lewdness, the characterization could have been made in a page or two, not entire chapters of her depravity. Additionally, after detailing the crime scene victims, I was left wondering why the killer did such personal things to the victims - it never really was expounded on after pointing the reader to such finite details. Lastly, the outcome to the mastermind of the jewel heists was neither very tidy nor believable, much less swallowing Sunny's sympathy and regard for this person. It seemed the whole point of this book was for the shock value of the Kitty Ratte character in contrast to all the other 'beautiful people'. Mostly the focus of the book was on this character, somewhat on the development of the crime and very little in how it all works out. This book will undoubtedly be the last Sunny & Mac series I will read if others are published. It seems Ms. Adler is going for a grittier/porn feel rather than focus on plot & story. So, if one is looking for that, you may like this book. Personally, I like Elizabeth Adler books for the beautifully rich details of location and interesting stories.

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  • Posted September 2, 2010

    What went wrong, Ms. Adler?

    I usually love Elizabeth Adler's books & downloaded this without reading the sample. It was a struggle to get through. All of her other books have been a pleasure to read; adult characters sympathetically described in lovely settings with a thrilling & suspenseful plot. This book never met those criteria. This book felt like a pre teen novel. The locale, familiar characters & basic plot sounded terrific, however it never became a book I enjoyed. I thought that Sunny was too stupid for words & almost deserved to get into trouble. The dialogue was juvenile in too many places ( "ooh I love you Mac!!!) & many other inane exclamations uttered throughout the novel. I will use caution when buying her next book as I would only recommend this very superficial one to the under 13 crowd.

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  • Posted April 3, 2014

    this book is terrible! you don't invest in the characters it bou

    this book is terrible! you don't invest in the characters it bounces between too many character stories. and the story is just boring its a really stupid story i want to burn this book. 

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  • Posted February 23, 2011

    Bravo Elizabeth Adler for giving us another gift of you story telling

    Yet another wonderful book by Elizabeth Adler. Like the others this book reads so fast you are sad when it ends.
    Elizabeth Adlers books take you on a vacation far away from every day life. Each page has you walking through an adventure of anticipatory discovery while soaking up the wealth of her discription surroundings. To read Elizabeth Adler's book is too loose oneself in time with only one wish....that the book will never end. And when it does you are left thirsty for her next adventure in suspence and the romance we all love.
    It All Began In Monte Carlo is yet another example of Elizabeth Adler's majic with words and despcription, with story telling and a magnetism that sucks you in to the depths of her writing. Bravo Elizabeth Adler.

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