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Looking to get lucky?

Stephanie Plum is back between-the-numbers and she’s looking to get lucky in an Atlantic City hotel room, in a Winnebago, and with a brown-eyed stud who has stolen her heart.

Stephanie Plum has a way of attracting danger, lunatics, oddballs, bad luck . . . and mystery men. And no one is more mysterious than the unmentionable Diesel. He’s back and hot on the trail of a little man in green pants who’s lost a giant bag of ...

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Overview

Looking to get lucky?

Stephanie Plum is back between-the-numbers and she’s looking to get lucky in an Atlantic City hotel room, in a Winnebago, and with a brown-eyed stud who has stolen her heart.

Stephanie Plum has a way of attracting danger, lunatics, oddballs, bad luck . . . and mystery men. And no one is more mysterious than the unmentionable Diesel. He’s back and hot on the trail of a little man in green pants who’s lost a giant bag of money. Problem is, the money isn’t exactly lost. Stephanie’s Grandma Mazur has found it, and like any good Jersey senior citizen, she’s hightailed it in a Winnebago to Atlantic City and hit the slots. With Lula and Connie in tow, Stephanie attempts to bring Grandma home, but the luck of the Irish is rubbing off on everyone: Lula’s found a job modeling plus-size lingerie. Connie’s found a guy. Diesel’s found Stephanie. And Stephanie has found herself in over her head with a caper involving thrice-stolen money, a racehorse, a car chase, and a bad case of hives.

Plum Lucky is an all-you-can-eat buffet of thrills, chills, shrimp cocktail, plus-size underwear, and scorching hot men. It’s a between-the-numbers treat no Evanovich fan will want to miss!

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
Praise for Janet Evanovich:

“Stephanie Plum is a bounty hunter with a great sense of humor that balances out her attitude and worse luck...like Dorothy Parker with a lousy job and a Jersey accent.”—Time

“Chutzpah and sheer comic inventiveness…in addition to good fun, the Evanovich/Plum books serve as a nice antidote to everything in pop fiction today.”

The Washington Post

“Evanovich is possibly the only mystery writer whose extreme humor can turn what should be serious moments into boisterously funny scenes....Evanovich makes comedy into a kind of art.”

South Florida Sun-Sentinel

Praise for Lorelei King:

“King keeps up with the fast pace of this story as well as cameos by all the eccentrics in the Plum cast, and creates astounding tension by capturing the cross-fire sarcasm of Diesel and Stephanie.” —AudioFile on Plum Lovin’

“Lorelei King once again displays her impeccable versatility as she portrays a dozen characters, not only sexy, savvy 30-year-old Plum, but also Plum’s two loves—mysterious Ranger and tough Vice cop Joe Morelli.” —AudioFile on Twelve Sharp

Winner of the Earphones award for truly exceptional presentations

"This spunky little book is packed with great characters, fast-paced actioni, and a good deal of humor...Narrator Lorelei King does a terrific job creating memorable voices for all the characters, and she excels at keeping conversations moving. King also has excellent diction and pacing, revving up the action as we move toward the book's fiery conclusion. Evanovich fans will be happy that Plum has returned, and she'll hook many new readers to her stories." - AudioFile

Publishers Weekly

In bestseller Evanovich's breezy third holiday novella (after Plum Lovin'), Stephanie Plum's kooky Grandma Mazur finds a duffle full of money on the street and hightails it to Atlantic City. When Stephanie learns that the money was stolen from Delvina, a notorious Trenton mobster, she and her friend Lula head off in pursuit. In Atlantic City, the Jersey bounty hunter discovers she's not the only one after Grandma after meeting Snuggy, an ex-jockey who originally stole the money and is convinced he's a leprechaun. With her on-again off-again boyfriend Morelli tied up with a murder case and the sexy Ranger otherwise occupied, Stephanie turns to the mysterious Diesel for help. As she tries to keep Grandma safe and fend off the advances of Diesel amid the slot machines and craps tables, Stephanie realizes she may be in over her head. With her trademark wit, cast of eccentric side characters and hilariously absurd plot twists, Evanovich treats her fans to a delightful miniadventure sure to whet their appetites for the next full-length Plum escapade. (Jan.)

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In this tart and hilarious "between-the-numbers" Stephanie Plum novel from bestseller Evanovich (Twelve Sharp), the Jersey bond enforcement agent, who already has two guys in her life (cop Joe Morelli and bounty hunter Ranger), reconnects with Diesel, a third heartthrob. Diesel offers Stephanie a deal: if he lets her find Annie Hart, a relationship coach who's become a big-ticket bond on Stephanie's Most Wanted List after fleeing a charge for a robbery she didn't commit, then Stephanie can do Annie a big favor by playing Cupid for a number of Annie's lovelorn clients, including a shy butcher, a desperate vet, an overworked single mom, a 30-something virgin and the marriage-phobic fellow who just happens to be Stephanie's pregnant sister's boyfriend. Diesel and Stephanie's short but sweet adventure ends on a teasing note that will leave fans hungry for the next juicy Plum-a-thon. (Jan.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
On a very special St. Patrick's Day, Stephanie Plum's grandmother, Grandma Mazur, sees a rainbow, finds a sack full of money-lots of money-and drags her granddaughter into another wild and wooly adventure. Ex-jockey Snuggy O'Conner, ne Zigmond Kulakowski, likes his former mount Douglas Iron Man III a lot. So when Doug develops a sore leg, and his owner plans to retire him from the stud farm to the glue factory, Snuggy bundles Doug into a horse trailer, drives off with him and hijacks $890,000 from Trenton mobster Lou Delvina's headquarters to finance Doug's vet bill. While Snuggy's giving Delvina's goons the slip, however, Grandma Mazur discovers the money. Convinced she has as much right to the swag as anyone else, she takes charge of it, buys herself a used RV and hires three-foot-tall computer geek Randy Briggs to drive her to Atlantic City, a town that really knows how to treat senior citizens. Lickety-split, Stephanie (Lean Mean Thirteen, 2007, etc.) and her no-nonsense colleague Diesel catch up with her grandma. So do Delvina and his troops, who take charge of both Grandma Mazur and Doug-you can't have too many hostages-and set the stage for a hundred more swaps, quips and pratfalls. The plot, much of it echoing the equally preposterous Motor Mouth (2006), is as familiar as the characters. But nobody reads Evanovich for plots or characters, and the frantic, anything-for-a-laugh jokes are brand new and nonstop.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781427202666
  • Publisher: Macmillan Audio
  • Publication date: 1/8/2008
  • Series: Stephanie Plum Series
  • Format: CD
  • Edition description: Unabridged
  • Sales rank: 996,127
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 5.80 (h) x 0.80 (d)

Meet the Author

Janet  Evanovich

Janet Evanovich is the #1 bestselling author of the Stephanie Plum books, including Lean Mean Thirteen. She lives in New Hampshire and Florida.

 

LORELEI KING has recorded over 200 audiobooks, including several titles from Janet Evanovich’s bestselling Stephanie Plum series and Darynda Jones’s Charley Davidson series.  Her many awards include the 2008 Audie Award for Female Solo Narration for Tallgrass by Sandra Dallas, the Radio Times performer of the Year for The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood, and AudioFile Earphones Awards for Eleven on Top and Twelve Sharp, both by Janet Evanovich.  AudioFile also deemed her one of the "Best Voices of 2008."

 

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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Plum Lovin'


By Janet Evanovich

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2007 Evanovich, Inc.
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-312-30634-2


Chapter One

Men are like shoes. Some fit better than others. And sometimes you go out shopping and there's nothing you like. And then, as luck would have it, the next week you find two that are perfect, but you don't have the money to buy both. I was currently in just such a position ... not with shoes, but with men. And this morning it got worse.
A while ago, a guy named Diesel showed up in my kitchen. Poof, he was there. Like magic. And then days later, poof, he was gone. Now, without warning, he was once again standing in front of me.
"Surprise," he said. "I'm back."
He was imposing at just over six feet. Built solid with broad shoulders and deep-set, assessing brown eyes. He looked like he could seriously kick ass and not break a sweat. He had a lot of wavy, sandy blond hair cut short and fierce blond eyebrows. I placed his age at late twenties, early thirties. I knew very little about his background. Clearly he'd been lucky with the gene pool. He was a nice-looking guy, with perfect white teeth and a smile that made a woman get all warm inside.
It was a cold February morning, and he'd dropped into my apartment wearing a multicolored scarf wrapped around his neck, a black wool peacoat, a washed-out three-button thermal knit shirt, faded jeans, beat-up boots, and his usual bad attitude. I knew that a muscular, athletic body was under the coat. I wasn't sure if there was anything good buried under the attitude.
My name is Stephanie Plum. I'm average height and average weight and have an average vocabulary for someone living in Jersey. I have shoulder-length brown hair that is curly or wavy, depending on the humidity. My eyes are blue. My heritage is Hungarian and Italian. My family is dysfunctional in a normal sort of way. There are a bunch of things I'd like to do with my life, but right now I'm happy to put one foot in front of the other and button my jeans without having a roll of fat hang over the waistband.
I work as a bond enforcement agent for my cousin Vinnie, and my success at the job has more to do with luck and tenacity than with skill. I live in a budget apartment on the outskirts of Trenton, and my only roommate is a hamster named Rex. So I felt understandably threatened by having this big guy suddenly appear in my kitchen.
"I hate when you just show up in front of me," I said. "Can't you ring my doorbell like a normal person?"
"First off, I'm not exactly normal. And second, you should be happy I didn't walk into your bathroom when you were wet and naked." He flashed me the killer smile. "Although I wouldn't have minded finding you wet and naked."
"In your dreams."
"Yeah," Diesel said. "It's happened."
He stuck his head in my refrigerator and rooted around. Not a lot in there, but he found one last bottle of beer and some slices of American cheese. He ate the cheese and chugged the beer. "Are you still seeing that cop?"
"Joe Morelli. Yep."
"What about the guy behind door number two?"
"Ranger? Yeah, I'm still working with Ranger." Ranger was my bounty hunter mentor and more. Problem was, the more part wasn't clearly defined.
I heard a snort and a questioning woof from the vicinity of my bedroom.
"What's that?" Diesel asked.
"Morelli's working double shifts, and I'm taking care of his dog, Bob."
There was the sound of dog feet running, and Bob rounded a corner and slid to a stop on the kitchen linoleum. He was a big-footed, shaggy, orange-haired beast with floppy ears and happy brown eyes. Probably golden retriever, but he'd never win best of breed. He sat his ass down on Diesel's boot and wagged his tail at him.
Diesel absently fondled Bob's head, and Bob drooled a little on Diesel's pant leg, hoping for a scrap of cheese.
"Is this visit social or professional?" I asked Diesel.
"Professional. I'm looking for a guy named Bernie Beaner. I need to shut him down."
If I'm to believe Diesel, there are people on this planet who have abilities that go beyond what would be considered normal human limitations. These people aren't exactly superheroes. It's more that they're ordinary souls with the freakish ability to levitate a cow or slow-pitch a lightning bolt. Some are good and some are bad. Diesel tracks the bad. The alternative explanation for Diesel is that he's a wacko.
"What's Beaner's problem?" I asked.
Diesel dropped a small leftover chunk of cheese into Rex's cage and gave another chunk to Bob. "Gone off the edge. His marriage went into the shitter, and he blamed it on another Unmentionable. Now he's out to get her."
"Unmentionable?"
"That's what we call ourselves. It sounds better than freak of nature."
Only marginally.
Bob was pushing against Diesel, trying to get him to give up more cheese. Bob was about ninety pounds of rangy dog, and Diesel was two hundred of hard muscle. It would take a lot more than Bob to bulldoze Diesel around my kitchen.
"And you're in my apartment, why?" I asked Diesel.
"I need help."
"No. No, no, no, no, no."
"You have no choice, sweetie pie. The woman Beaner's looking for is on your most-wanted list. And she's in my custody. If you want your big-ticket bond, you have to help me."
"That's horrible. That's blackmail or bribery or something."
"Yeah. Deal with it."
"Who's the woman?" I asked Diesel.
"Annie Hart."
"You've gotta be kidding. Vinnie's on a rant over her. I spent all day yesterday looking for her. She's wanted for armed robbery and assault with a deadly weapon."
"It's all bogus ... not that either of us gives a rat's ass." Diesel was systematically going through my cupboards looking for food, and Bob was sticking close. "Anyway, bottom line is I've got her tucked away until I can sort things out with crazy Bernie."
"Bernie is the ... um, Unmentionable who's after Annie?"
"Yeah. Problem is, Annie's one of those crusader types. Takes her job real serious. Says it's her calling. So, the only way I could get Annie to stay hidden was to promise her I'd take over her caseload. I suck at the kind of stuff she does, so I'm passing it off to you."
"And what do I get out of this?"
"You get Annie. As soon as I take care of Bernie, I'll turn Annie over to you."
"I don't see where this is a big favor to me. If I don't help you, Annie will come out of hiding, I'll snag her, and my job will be done."
Diesel had his thumbs hooked into his jeans pockets; his eyes were locked onto mine, his expression was serious. "What'll it take? I need help with this, and everyone has a price. What's yours? How about twenty bucks when you close a case?"
"A hundred, and nothing illegal or life-threatening."
"Deal," Diesel said.
Here's the sad truth, I had nothing better to do. And I needed money. The bonds office was beyond slow. I had one FTA to hunt down, and Diesel had her locked away.
"Just exactly what am I supposed to do?" I asked him. "Annie's bond agreement lists her occupation as a relationship expert."
Diesel gave a bark of laughter. "Relationship expert. I guess that could cover it."
"I don't even know what that means! What the heck is a relationship expert?"
Diesel had dropped a battered leather knapsack onto my counter when he popped into my kitchen. He went to the knapsack, removed a large yellow envelope, and handed it over to me. "It's all in this envelope."
I opened the envelope and pulled out a bunch of folders crammed with photographs and handwritten pages.
"She's got a condensed version for you clipped to the top folder," Diesel said. "Got everything prioritized. Says you better hustle because Valentine's Day is coming up fast."
"And?"
"Personally, I don't get turned on by Valentine's Day, with the sappy cards and creepy cupids and the hearts-and-flowers routine. But Annie is to Valentine's Day what Santa Claus is to Christmas. She makes it happen. Of course, Annie operates on a smaller scale. It's not like she's got ten thousand elves working for her."
Diesel was a really sexy-looking guy, but I thought he might be one step away from permanent residence at the funny farm. "I still don't get my role in this."
"I just handed you five open files. It's up to you to make sure those five people have a good Valentine's Day."
Oh boy.
"Listen, I know it's lame," Diesel said, "but I'm stuck with it. And now you're stuck with it. And I'm going to have a power shortage if I don't get breakfast. So find me a diner. Then I'm going to do my thing and look for Bernie, and you're going to do your thing and work your way down Annie's list."
I clipped a leash onto Bob's collar and the three of us walked down the stairs and out to my car. I was driving a yellow Ford Escape that was good for hauling felons and Bob dogs.
"Does Bob go everywhere?" Diesel wanted to know.
"Pretty much. If I leave him at home, he gets lonely and eats the furniture."
Forty minutes later, Diesel was finishing up a mountain of scrambled eggs, bacon, pancakes, home fries, and sourdough toast with jam ... all smothered in maple syrup.
I'd ordered a similar breakfast but had to give up about a third of the way through. I pushed my plate away and asked that the food be put in a to-go box. I drank my coffee and thumbed through the first file. Charlene Klinger. Age forty-two. Divorced. Four children, ages seven, eight, ten, and twelve. Worked for the DMV. There was an unflattering snapshot of her squinting into the sun. She was wearing sneakers and slacks and a sweater than didn't do a lot to hide the fact that she was about twenty pounds overweight. Her face was pleasant enough. No makeup. Not a lot of hairstyle going on. Short brown hair pushed behind her ears. The smile looked tense, like she was making an effort, but she had bigger fish to fry than to pose for the picture.
There were four more pages in Charlene's file. Harvey Nolen, Brian Seabeam, Lonnie Brownowski, Steven Klein, reject had been written in red magic marker across each page. A sticky note had been attached to the back of the file. There's someone for everyone, the note read. I supposed this was Annie giving herself a pep talk. And a second sticky note below the first. Find charlene's true love. A mission statement.
I blew out a sigh and closed the file.
"Hey, it could be worse," Diesel said. "You could be hunting down a skip who thinks it's open season on bounty hunters. Unless you really piss her off, Charlene probably won't shoot at you."
"I don't know where to begin."
Diesel stood and threw some money on the table. "You'll figure it out. I'll check in with you later."
"Wait," I said. "About Annie Hart-"
"Later," Diesel said. And in three strides he was across the room and at the door. By the time I got to the lot, Diesel was nowhere to be seen. Fortunately, he hadn't commandeered my car. It was still in its parking space, Bob looking at me through the back window, somehow understanding that the Styrofoam box in my hand contained food for him.
The bail bonds office is a small storefront affair on Hamilton Avenue, just a ten-minute drive from the diner. I parked at the curb and pushed my way through the front door. Connie Rosolli, the office manager, looked up when I entered. Connie is a couple years older than me, a couple pounds heavier, a couple inches shorter, a lot more Italian, and consistently has a better manicure.
"You must be tuned in to the cosmic loop this morning," Connie said. "I was just about to call you. Vinnie's bananas over Annie Hart."
Vinnie's ferret face appeared in the doorway of his inner office. "Well?" he asked me.
"Well what?"
"Tell me you've got her locked up nice and neat. Tell me you've got a body receipt."
"I've got a lead," I told Vinnie.
"Only a lead?" Vinnie clapped his hands to his head. "You're killing me!"
Lula was on the faux leather couch, reading a magazine. "We should be so lucky," Lula said.
Lula is a 180-pound black woman crammed into a five-foot, five-inch body. At the moment, she was wearing a red skin-tight spandex T-shirt that said kiss my ass in iridescent gold lettering, jeans with rhinestones marching down side seams that looked like they might burst apart at any minute, and four-inch high-heeled boots. Lula does the office filing when she's in the mood, and she rides shotgun for me when I need backup.
"What's the lineup look like?" I asked Connie.
"Nothing new. Annie Hart is the only big bond in the wind. It's always slow at this time of the year. All the serious crackheads killed themselves over Christmas, and it's too cold for the hookers and pushers to stand on the street corners. The only good crime we've got going on is gang shooting, and those idiots get held without bond."
"It's so slow Vinnie's going on a cruise," Lula said.
"Yeah, and the cruise isn't cheap," Vinnie said. "So get your ass out there and find Annie Hart. I'm not running a goddamn charity here. I take a hit on Hart's bond, and I'll have to fake a stroke and cash in my cruise insurance. And Lucille wouldn't like that."
Lucille is Vinnie's wife. Her father is Harry the Hammer, and while Harry might understand about the need for the occasional illicit nooner, he definitely wouldn't be happy to see Lucille get stiffed on the cruise.
"It's one of them champagne Valentine's Day cruises," Vinnie said. "Lucille's got her bags packed already. She thinks this is going to rejuvenate our marriage."
"Only way it'll rejuvenate your marriage is if Lucille brings handcuffs and a whip and Mary's little lamb," Lula said.
"So sue me," Vinnie said. "I've got eclectic tastes."
We all did a lot of eye rolling.
"I'm out of here," I told Connie. "I'll be on my cell if you need me."
"I'm going with you," Lula said, grabbing her Prada knockoff shoulder bag. "I'm feeling lucky today. I bet I could find Annie Hart right off."
"Thanks," I said to Lula, "but I can handle it."
"The hell," Lula said. "Suppose you gotta go into some cranky neighborhood, and you need some muscle. That would be me. Or suppose you need to make a doughnut choice at that new place on State Street. That would be me, too."
I cut my eyes to Lula. "So what you're saying is that you want to test-drive the new doughnut shop on State?"
"Yeah," Lula said. "But only if you need a doughnut real bad."
Fifteen minutes later, I cruised away from Donut Delish and headed for the DMV.
"I can't believe you're not eating any of these doughnuts," Lula said, a bag of doughnuts resting on her lap. "These are first class. Look at this one with the pink and yellow sprinkles on it. It's just about the happiest doughnut I ever saw."
"I had a huge late breakfast. I'm stuffed."
"Yeah, but we're talking about primo doughnuts here."
Bob was in the cargo area of the Escape. His head was over the backseat, and he was panting in our direction.
"That dog could use a breath mint," Lula said.
"Try a doughnut."
Lula flipped Bob a doughnut. Bob caught the doughnut midair and settled down to enjoy it.
"Where the heck are we going?" Lula wanted to know. "I thought we were going after Annie Hart. Don't she live in North Trenton?"
"It's complicated. I had to make a deal. Annie Hart is inaccessible until I wrap up her caseload."
"Are you shitting me? And what's that mean anyways? Does that mean you're taking on her customers? Personally, I can't see you doing that. I read her file. She said she was a relationship expert, and I figured that's code for 'ho."
"It's not like that. It's more like matchmaking. First person on my list is Charlene Klinger. She's forty-two and divorced, and we need to find her true love."
"Oh boy, true love. That's a bitch. You sure she wouldn't be satisfied if we just found her some nasty sweaty sex? I got a couple names in my book for that one."
"I'm pretty sure it has to be true love."
(Continues...)



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    Oh how I enjoyed laughing as I listened to this book

    Sometimes I just need to get away from all the stress of my life. Listening to Plum Lucky as I drove to and from work was like taking a little getaway in the middle of the work week. The plot was so creative,and the characters so quirky, that I did not want it to end. I had only two problems with the book. It was too short, and there was no mention of her pet hamster, Rex. I was worried that something had happened to him.

    5 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 4, 2009

    Plain stupid.

    This book seemed almost like it was written by a scatterbrained, middle school aged cheerleader. I think this book (and the others like it) feel as if Evanovich is trying too hard at the "madcap-I-Love-Lucy" style of characterization of Stephanie Plum. In fact, having just finished "Finger Lickin' Fifteen", I fear that even her numbered series is headed the same way. Very formulaic and silly. It's a shame, too, because the numbered series was a great one, up until the last 2, maybe 3 books.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 4, 2010

    Enjoyable, but not as good as the regular Plum novels.

    Rather contrived and without the charm of the "numbers" books. Still, it is at times laugh-out-loud funny and is an enjoyable story.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 13, 2008

    Very disappointed

    I read this book because I always read Plum books. However, it was a struggle to finish, the plot was a little too ridiculous. Evanovich should stick to the number novels and not waste time writing quick reads like this.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 31, 2008

    A reviewer

    Now we all know the 'between the series' books are short and don't neseccarily move the story along, but they have at least been somewhat entertaining. This one just seems to be a plot she has used before that she dropped a leprechaun into. I wanted to like it, I just couldn't. Very disappointing.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 16, 2012

    Jack Evanovich

    No one hates on my cousin!!! I love you Janet!!!

    2 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 16, 2009

    I Also Recommend:

    I really enjoyed Plum Lucky.

    With Grandma Mazur, Diesel, and Lulu, and throw in an RV and a casino, this book was laugh out loud funny, as are most of the author's books. I enjoyed this so much, I couldn't believe I was on the last pages, I couldn't put it down.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 12, 2010

    more from this reviewer

    Funny

    Better than typical Evanovich

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 6, 2009

    Silly

    This was a ridiculous book. It was like reading a Mickey Spillane novel. I really disliked it. It was very easy reading though!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 27, 2008

    Plum Poor

    Evanovich has run out of fresh ideas for this series. How many times can you recycle exploding cars and animal humor. It is time to hang it up.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 26, 2008

    Yawn, Snnooooooze

    Can Janet write anything but the same old, same old? Grandma was the only refreshing character here in this lastest book. Otherwise, its pure formaula, uninspired writing. Good for mindless, predictable, minldy entertaining reading. Please Janet, let's move these characters to new adventures that don't involve cars being destroyed and typical mishaps with captures.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 26, 2008

    A reviewer

    This book was not up to par with the others. It appeared to be written for a 12 year old. I wish I could get a refund.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 13, 2014

    To all Mustangs

    Hey

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 23, 2014

    G

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  • Posted February 21, 2014

    Fun Reading

    The Stephanie Plum series are so easy to read and quite funny! The same characters (family friends lovers) are in each book, so you get to know and love them.If you know anything about living in New Jersey, you will love this book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 31, 2014

    A plum but a little short for money but borrowed

    Love plum but a little confused with the odds and ends of her try outs for new series is diesel the same one in spin off?

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  • Posted January 23, 2014

    A nice short story. A little shallower then I prefer.

    Well enough written, however the heroine's heroes, not one, but 2 mind you, are super human beyond belief. One should have been enough in so short a story

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 21, 2014

    Not under $2.98

    Nooked again

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 3, 2014

    Awesome

    Typical Stephanie Plum - keeps you laughing and you can't put it down.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 6, 2013

    Entertaining as hell!

    This is the first book I've read in the Between the Numbers series and just like the other books in the Stephanie Plum series, it was entertaining as hell! The cast of characters are funny, whip-smart, and lovable as can be. Looooved this book!

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