Night of the Living Deb (Debutante Dropout Series #4)

Night of the Living Deb (Debutante Dropout Series #4)

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by Susan McBride
     
 

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Renegade rich girl Andy Kendricks isn't the belle of any Dallas ball—and that's just the way the debutante dropout likes it! She's got a good life and a great man: her defense attorney boyfriend, Brian Malone. Brian's such a straight arrow that he had to be dragged kicking and screaming to a close friend's bachelor party at a

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Renegade rich girl Andy Kendricks isn't the belle of any Dallas ball—and that's just the way the debutante dropout likes it! She's got a good life and a great man: her defense attorney boyfriend, Brian Malone. Brian's such a straight arrow that he had to be dragged kicking and screaming to a close friend's bachelor party at a sleazy local "gentleman's club."

So why is the groom-to-be saying that Brian left the bacchanal arm-in-arm with "the hottest body in the Lone Star State?" And what was that hot body doing stone-cold dead in the trunk of Brian's car? And where is Brian anyway? The cops are looking for Andy's allegedly unfaithful/possibly homicidal beau who hasn't been seen since the party. But Andy can't believe her upstanding lover is a murdering fool, and she's determined to prove it—though she might end up with a lot more broken than just her heart.

Editorial Reviews

Sauce Magazine (St. Louis)
“A very witty and clever mystery...I, for one, can’t wait for the next installment.”
Mystery Scene
“A fast-paced, humorous debut with a likeable heroine.”
Charlaine Harris
“Andrea Kendricks...is a treasure.”
Romantic TimesBOOKclub
"A totally fun ride...McBride has created a fresh new voice that fans of the genre undoubtedly will enjoy."
Kathy Samuels
“[A] fast-paced and engrossing tale of murder and romance.”
(5 stars) - HuntressReviews.com
"Absolutely wonderful! Highly recommended."
Elaine Viets
“Light and frothy as a latte, THE GOOD GIRL’S GUIDE TO MURDER is one sweet mystery.”
for The Mystery Bookstore (Omaha) - Sally Fellows
"Wonderful and fascinating...[S]it back and let Andy take you on a fascinating trip through Chanel-land."
Mary Neal
“[A] sharp, witty, totally enjoyable book. Thumbs up for a great read!”
Nancy Martin
“Susan McBride’s Debutante Dropout Mysteries are as fun and fizzy as champagne.”
Tess Gerritsen
“Susan McBride kept me laughing all the way through this delicious romp of a mystery.”
Thomas Perry
“Susan McBride has an engaging new heroine in Andrea Kendricks.”
Jerrilyn Farmer
“All mystery readers should applaud!”
Carolyn Tillery
“BLUE BLOOD is delightful, witty and oh-so-proper (not!). Susan McBride has Dallas society on its designer-clad toes!”
John Westermann
“BLUE BLOOD is a wry, dead-on social commentary masquerading as a can’t-put-it-down mystery. Highly recommended....”
Sarah Strohmeyer
“BLUE BLOOD has it all--suspense, humor, friendship, snobbery and televangelists...BLUE BLOOD is positively gripping.”
(St. Louis) - Sauce Magazine
"A very witty and clever mystery...I, for one, can’t wait for the next installment."
K. Blair for HuntressReviews.com (5 stars)
“Absolutely wonderful! Highly recommended.”
Sally Fellows for The Mystery Bookstore (Omaha)
“Wonderful and fascinating...[S]it back and let Andy take you on a fascinating trip through Chanel-land.”
Dallas Morning News
“[A] funny, eccentric bunch of characters.”
Monterey County Post
“Off to a smashing start...keeps the reader smiling.”
Wichita Eagle
“McBride has created a delightfully wacky amateur detective in BLUE BLOOD. The writing is fresh, funny, and entertaining.”
Romantic Times
“Funny, compelling like a good soap opera and boasts an extremely likeable heroine.”
Romantic Times BOOKclub
“A totally fun ride...McBride has created a fresh new voice that fans of the genre undoubtedly will enjoy.”

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780060845551
Publisher:
HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
01/30/2007
Series:
Debutante Dropout Series, #4
Pages:
352
Sales rank:
872,107
Product dimensions:
4.18(w) x 6.75(h) x 0.88(d)

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Night of the Living Deb

A Debutante Dropout Mystery
By Susan McBride

HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2007 Susan McBride
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780060845551

Chapter One

"Lordy, Lordy, come to mama, sweet cheeks! Rub a little sweat on me! Shake that bonbon till you break it!"

I cringed at the screaming woman who stood but a foot to my right inside the packed hotel ballroom. Colored spotlights danced across the faces fixed ahead at the stage a dozen rows in front of me, where well-oiled male dancers gyrated and ripped off what little clothing they had on to start with. It was the first time I'd ever seen men in uniform with tear-away pants and jackets. Did any branch of the military actually wear G-strings? It was certainly one way to inspire shock and awe.

"Hey, sweet meat, over here! Gimme some lovin'!"

For Pete's sake.

The woman howled like a twelve-year-old at a Backstreet Boys concert, and she was old enough to be somebody's mother. No, more like somebody's grandmother, I decided, taking in the white hair upswept in the bouffant 'do and the cavernous lines that pleated her face (not to mention the Stride Rite tennis shoes).

I thought of my own mother, the ultradignified Cissy Blevins Kendricks, society maven extraordinaire, and knew she'd rather be caught dead than attend a Chippendales' show, waving dollar bills in the air to entice scantily clad male strippers over for a quick round of dirty dancing.

Though I'd pay through the nose to seesomething like that.

Heck, I'd kill to see it.

Since I, Andrea Blevins Kendricks, fruit of said dignified mother's loins, stood amongst the crazed crowd viewing the, um, scenery, I guess that made me something less than stand-up. Though I was here under duress, let me make that very clear.

As Enrique Iglesias crooned, "Let me be your hero, bay-bee," the assorted buffed bods trickled from the stage and into the throngs of berserk females, pausing only to bump and grind for tips.

"Bring it home to mama, sweet cheeks!" the liquored-up woman beside me hollered louder than Minnie Pearl yodeling "Howww-deeee!" at the Grand Ol' Opry.

I wanted to tell her to give it a rest.

But it was too late.

Sweet Cheeks was heading our way.

The sight put dear old Granny in a tizzy, and she gasped, "Oh, dear Lord, oh, dear, Lord," again and again, as if a witness to the Second Coming.

I considered sticking my fingers in my ears, until I felt a nudge, as the blonde on my left leaned over to yell, "Gird your loins, Chippie Virgin, 'cuz this one's on me."

If I hadn't already been gritting my teeth--I was dooming myself to porcelain veneers someday, wasn't I?--I would've started then.

"Thanks, but no thanks, Allie," I got out, loud enough to be heard above the music, only Allie wasn't paying the least attention. "Are you listening to me?" I tried again, but the witch (with a capital B) in the size two Seven jeans merely raised her arm higher and wagged more bills than poor old Grandma was offering.

Damn her for being so aggressive.

She was bound and determined to embarrass me.

I sunk down into the metal folding chair, hoping I'd disappear and wishing I'd refused Brian's suggestion that I go out with Allie tonight, help Allie show Eleanor--his friend Matty's fiancée--a fun night on the town, because Eleanor had only just moved to Dallas from Pittsburgh and didn't know anybody.

Well, anyone except Allie, apparently, who happened to be Brian's colleague at Abramawitz, Reynolds, Goldberg, and Hunt (aka ARGH), as well as his ex-girlfriend.

Not a combination I liked any better than pickles and peanut butter.

And it made me just about as nauseous.

Like a numskull, I'd let him talk me into it, mainly because Brian was out on the town himself, at a strip club "celebrating" with Matty.

What better way to even the score while he was ogling big-breasted strippers than by ogling, well, big-breasted strippers? 'Cuz these Chippies had pecs the size of Nebraska. Not to mention other bulging parts.

"Hey, Captain G-string, over here!" Allie yelled, even getting out an ear-splitting whistle, and I shrunk lower in my seat, shooting my deadliest evil-eyed stare at Blondie and her cohort, mousy little Eleanor from Pittsburgh, who had gotten into the act, standing on her chair and gesturing like an abandoned sailor on a raft, flagging down a passing ship.

Damn them both.

Aw, hell.

I saw the rows of women parting faster than Sharon Stone's knees in Basic Instinct, and suddenly there he was: a spray-tanned and oiled hunk with black hair to his shoulders, wearing what could only be described as a black satin slingshot.

As if in slow-mo, I watched Allie slip a couple bucks into the strap of his thong, her mouth forming the words, Give it to her good.

Gulp.

Before I'd blinked, the buffed body loomed over me, dark eyes seeking mine, a slim white smile spreading across the chiseled face, and I morphed into a dishrag.

This was definitely not what I'd signed on for.

I tried to stand up, but his hand landed firmly on my breastbone and eased me back down against the metal of the chair, as Enrique's warbly croon segued into a vintage ditty by the Gap Band, "Let's whip it, baby, let's whip it right, let's whip it baby, whip it all night."

Subtle.

He squatted in front of me, grabbed my legs and threw them across his shoulders, so that I straddled him. A move that surely would be frowned upon by Miss Manners, since we hadn't even been properly introduced.

"Grab my head," he demanded in Brooklynese that didn't go at all with his striking Asian features.

Instead of issuing a protest, as a good twenty-first-century feminist would, I did as he asked, not sure of any way out of this except through it. And maybe I'd have a good story to tell my grandchildren someday besides. You want to hear about the night your meemaw had a fling with a Chippendales' dancer?



Continues...

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Elaine Viets
“Light and frothy as a latte, THE GOOD GIRL’S GUIDE TO MURDER is one sweet mystery.”
Nancy Martin
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Charlaine Harris
“Andrea Kendricks...is a treasure.”
Sarah Strohmeyer
“BLUE BLOOD has it all—suspense, humor, friendship, snobbery and televangelists...BLUE BLOOD is positively gripping.”
Jerrilyn Farmer
“All mystery readers should applaud!”
Kathy Samuels
“[A] fast-paced and engrossing tale of murder and romance.”
Thomas Perry
“Susan McBride has an engaging new heroine in Andrea Kendricks.”
John Westermann
“BLUE BLOOD is a wry, dead-on social commentary masquerading as a can’t-put-it-down mystery. Highly recommended....”
Tess Gerritsen
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