Out of bail skippers and rent money, Stephanie Plum throws caution to the wind and follows in the entrepreneurial bootsteps of Super Bounty Hunter, Ranger, engaging in morally correct and marginally legal enterprises. So, a scumball blows himself to smithereens on her first day of policing a crack house and the sheik she was chauffeuring stole the limo. But hey, nobody's perfect! Anyway, Stephanie has other things on her mind. Her mother wants her to find Uncle Fred who's missing after arguing with his garbage company; homicidal rapist Benito Ramirez is back, quoting scripture and stalking Stephanie; vice cop Joe Morelli has a box of condoms with Stephanie's name on it; and Stephanie's afraid Ranger has his finger on her trigger. The whole gang's here for mirth and mayhem in Janet Evanovich's High Five. Read at your own risk in public places.
About 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.
Hometown:Hanover, New Hampshire
Date of Birth:April 22, 1943
Place of Birth:South River, New Jersey
Education:B.A., Douglass College, 1965
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By Janet Evanovich
St. Martin's PressCopyright © 1999 Evanovich, Inc.
All rights reserved.
When I was a little girl I used to dress Barbie up without underpants. On the outside, she'd look like the perfect lady. Tasteful plastic heels, tailored suit. But underneath, she was naked. I'm a bail enforcement agent now — also known as a fugitive apprehension agent, also known as a bounty hunter. I bring 'em back dead or alive. At least I try. And being a bail enforcement agent is sort of like being bare-bottom Barbie. It's about having a secret. And it's about wearing a lot of bravado on the outside when you're really operating without underpants. Okay, maybe it's not like that for all enforcement agents, but I frequently feel like my privates are alfresco. Figuratively speaking, of course.
At the moment I wasn't feeling nearly so vulnerable. What I was feeling at the moment was desperate. My rent was due, and Trenton had run out of scofflaws. I had my hands palms down on Connie Rosolli's desk, my feet planted wide, and hard as I tried, I couldn't keep my voice from sounding like it was coming out of Minnie Mouse. "What do you mean, there are no FTAs? There are always FTAs."
"Sorry," Connie said. "We've got lots of bonds posted, but nobody's jumping. Must have something to do with the moon."
FTA is short for failure to appear for a court date. Going FTA is a definite no-no in the criminal justice system, but that doesn't usually stop people from doing it.
Connie slid a manila folder over to me. "This is the only FTA I've got, and it's not worth much."
Connie is the office manager for Vincent Plum Bail Bonds. She's a couple of years older than me, which puts her in her early thirties. She wears her hair teased high. She takes grief from no one. And if breasts were money, Connie'd be Bill Gates.
"Vinnie's overjoyed," Connie said. "He's making money by the fistful. No bounty hunters to pay. No forfeited bonds. Last time I saw Vinnie in a mood like this was when Madame Zaretsky was arrested for pandering and sodomy and put her trained dog up as collateral for her bond."
I cringed at the mental image this produced because not only is Vincent Plum my employer, he's also my cousin. I blackmailed him into taking me on as an apprehension agent at a low moment in my life and have come to sort of like the job ... most of the time. That doesn't mean I have any illusions about Vinnie. For the most part, Vinnie is an okay bondsman. But privately, Vinnie is a boil on the backside of my family tree.
As a bail bondsman Vinnie gives the court a cash bond as a securement that the accused will return for trial. If the accused takes a hike, Vinnie forfeits his money. Since this isn't an appealing prospect to Vinnie, he sends me out to find the accused and drag him back into the system. My fee is 10 percent of the bond, and I only collect it if I'm successful.
I flipped the folder open and read the bond agreement. "Randy Briggs. Arrested for carrying concealed. Failed to appear at his court hearing." The bond amount was seven hundred dollars. That meant I'd get seventy. Not a lot of money for risking my life by going after someone who was known to carry.
"I don't know," I said to Connie, "this guy carries a knife."
Connie looked at her copy of Briggs' arrest sheet. "It says here it was a small knife, and it wasn't sharp."
"That isn't small!"
"Nobody else will take this," Connie said. "Ranger doesn't take anything under ten grand."
Ranger is my mentor and a world-class tracker. Ranger also never seems to be in dire need of rent money. Ranger has other sources of income.
I looked at the photo attached to Briggs' file. Briggs didn't look so bad. In his forties, narrow-faced and balding, Caucasian. Job description was listed as self-employed computer programmer.
I gave a sigh of resignation and stuffed the folder into my shoulder bag. "I'll go talk to him."
"Probably he just forgot," Connie said. "Probably this is a piece of cake."
I gave her my yeah, right look and left. It was Monday morning and traffic was humming past Vinnie's storefront office. The October sky was as blue as sky gets in New Jersey, and the air felt crisp and lacking in hydrocarbons. It was nice for a change, but it kind of took all the sport out of breathing.
A new red Firebird slid to curbside behind my '53 Buick. Lula got out of the car and stood hands on hips, shaking her head. "Girl, you still driving that pimpmobile?"
Lula did filing for Vinnie and knew all about pimpmobiles firsthand since in a former life she'd been a 'ho. She's what is gently referred to as a big woman, weighing in at a little over two hundred pounds, standing fivefoot- five, looking like most of her weight's muscle. This week her hair was dyed orange and came off very autumn with her dark brown skin.
"This is a classic car," I told Lula. Like we both knew I really gave a fig about classic cars. I was driving The Beast because my Honda had caught fire and burned to a cinder, and I didn't have any money to replace it. So here I was, borrowing my uncle Sandor's gas-guzzling behemoth ... again.
"Problem is, you aren't living up to your earning potential," Lula said. "We only got chickenshit cases these days. What you need is to have a serial killer or a homicidal rapist jump bail. Those boys are worth something."
"Yeah, I'd sure like to get a case like that." Big fib. If Vinnie ever gave me a homicidal rapist to chase down I'd quit and get a job selling shoes.
Lula marched into the office, and I slid behind the wheel and reread the Briggs file. Randy Briggs had given the same address for home and work. Cloverleaf Apartments on Grand Avenue. It wasn't far from the office. Maybe a mile. I pulled into traffic, made an illegal U-turn at the intersection, and followed Hamilton to Grand.
The Cloverleaf Apartments building was two blocks down Grand. It was redbrick-faced and strictly utilitarian. Three stories. A front and a back entrance. Small lot to the rear. No ornamentation. Aluminum-framed windows that were popular in the fifties and looked cheesy now.
I parked in the lot and walked into the small lobby. There was an elevator to one side and stairs to the other. The elevator looked claustrophobic and unreliable, so I took the stairs to the second floor. Briggs was 2B. I stood outside his door for a moment, listening. Nothing drifted out. No television. No talking. I pressed the doorbell and stood to the side, so I wasn't visible through the security peephole.
Randy Briggs opened his door and stuck his head out. "Yeah?"
He looked exactly like his photo, with sandy blond hair that was neatly combed, cut short. He was unbearded, unblemished. Dressed in clean khakis and a button-down shirt. Just like I'd expected from his file ... except he was only three feet tall. Randy Briggs was vertically challenged.
"Oh, shit," I said, looking down at him.
"What's the matter?" he said. "You never see a short person before?"
"Only on television." '
"Guess this is your lucky day."
I handed him my business card. "I represent Vincent Plum Bail Bonds. You've missed your court date, and we'd appreciate it if you'd reschedule."
"No," Briggs said.
"No. I'm not going to reschedule. No. I'm not going to court. It was a bogus arrest."
"The way our system works is that you're supposed to tell that to the judge."
"Fine. Go get the judge."
"The judge doesn't do house calls."
"Listen, I got a lot of work to do," Briggs said, closing his door. "I gotta go."
"Hold it!" I said. "You can't just ignore an order to appear in court."
"You don't understand. I'm appointed by the court and Vincent Plum to bring you in."
"Oh, yeah? How do you expect to do that? You going to shoot me? You can't shoot an unarmed man." He stuck his hands out.
"You gonna cuff me? You think you can drag me out of my apartment and down the hall without looking like an idiot? Big bad bounty hunter picking on a little person. And that's what we're called, Toots. Not midget, not dwarf, not a freaking Munchkin. Little person. Get it?"
My pager went off at my waist. I looked down to check the read-out and slam. Briggs closed and locked his door.
"Loser," he called from inside.
Well, that didn't go as smoothly as I'd hoped. I had a choice now. I could break down his door and beat the bejeezus out of him, or I could answer my mother's page. Neither was especially appealing, but I decided on my mother.
My parents live in a residential pocket of Trenton nicknamed the Burg. No one ever really leaves the Burg. You can relocate in Antarctica, but if you were born and raised in the Burg you're a Burger for life. Houses are small and obsessively neat. Televisions are large and loud. Lots are narrow. Families are extended. There are no pooper-scooper laws in the Burg. If your dog does his business on someone else's lawn, the next morning the doodoo will be on your front porch. Life is simple in the Burg.
I put the Buick into gear, rolled out of the apartment building lot, headed for Hamilton, and followed Hamilton to St. Francis Hospital. My parents live a couple blocks behind St. Francis on Roosevelt Street. Their house is a duplex built at a time when families needed only one bathroom and dishes were washed by hand.
My mother was at the door when I pulled to the curb. My grandmother Mazur stood elbow to elbow with my mother. They were short, slim women with facial features that suggested Mongol ancestors ... probably in the form of crazed marauders.
"Thank goodness you're here," my mother said, eyeing me as I got out of the car and walked toward her. "What are those shoes? They look like work boots."
"Betty Szajak and Emma Getz and me went to that male dancer place last week," Grandma said, "and they had some men parading around, looking like construction workers, wearing boots just like those. Then next thing you knew they ripped their clothes off and all they had left was those boots and these little silky black baggie things that their ding-dongs jiggled around in."
My mother pressed her lips together and made the sign of the cross. "You didn't tell me about this," she said to my grandmother.
"Guess it slipped my mind. Betty and Emma and me were going to bingo at the church, but it turned out there wasn't any bingo on account of the Knights of Columbus was holding some to-do there. So we decided to check out the men at that new club downtown." Grandma gave me an elbow. "I put a fiver right in one of those baggies!"
"Jesus H. Christ," my father said, rattling his paper in the living room.
Grandma Mazur came to live with my parents several years ago when my grandpa Mazur went to the big poker game in the sky. My mother accepts this as a daughter's obligation. My father has taken to reading Guns & Ammo.
"So what's up?" I asked. "Why did you page me?"
"We need a detective," Grandma said.
My mother rolled her eyes and ushered me into the kitchen. "Have a cookie," she said, setting the cookie jar on the small Formica-topped kitchen table. "Can I get you a glass of milk? Some lunch?"
I lifted the lid on the cookie jar and looked inside. Chocolate chip. My favorite.
"Tell her," Grandma said to my mother, giving her a poke in the side. "Wait until you hear this," she said to me. "This is a good one."
I raised my eyebrows at my mother.
"We have a family problem," my mother said. "Your uncle Fred is missing. He went out to the store and hasn't come home yet."
"When did he go out?"
I paused with a cookie halfway to my mouth. "It's Monday!"
"Isn't this a pip?" Grandma said. "I bet he was beamed up by aliens."
Uncle Fred is married to my grandma Mazur's first cousin Mabel. If I had to guess his age I'd have to say somewhere between seventy and infinity. Once people start to stoop and wrinkle they all look alike to me. Uncle Fred was someone I saw at weddings and funerals and once in a while at Giovichinni's Meat Market, ordering a quarter pound of olive loaf. Eddie Such, the butcher, would have the olive loaf on the scale and Uncle Fred would say, "You've got the olive loaf on a piece of waxed paper. How much does that piece of waxed paper weigh? You're not gonna charge me for that waxed paper, are you? I want some money off for the waxed paper."
I shoved the cookie into my mouth. "Have you filed a missing persons report with the police?"
"Mabel did that first thing," my mother said.
"And they haven't found him."
I went to the refrigerator and poured out a glass of milk for myself. "What about the car? Did they find the car?"
"The car was in the Grand Union parking lot. It was all locked up nice and neat."
"He was never right after that stroke he had in ninety-five," Grandma said. "I don't think his elevator went all the way to the top anymore, if you know what I mean. He could have just wandered off like one of those Alzheimer's people. Anybody think to check the cereal aisle in the supermarket? Maybe he's just standing there 'cause he can't make up his mind."
My father mumbled something from the living room about my grandmother's elevator, and my mother slid my father a dirty look through the kitchen wall.
I thought it was too weird. Uncle Fred was missing. This sort of thing just didn't happen in our family. "Did anybody go out to look for him?"
"Ronald and Walter. They covered all the neighborhoods around the Grand Union, but nobody's seen him."
Ronald and Walter were Fred's sons. And probably they'd enlisted their kids to help, too.
"We figure you're just the person to take a crack at this," Grandma said, "on account of that's what you do ... you find people."
"I find criminals."
"Your aunt Mabel would be grateful if you'd look for Fred," my mother said. "Maybe you could just go over and talk to her and see what you think."
"She needs a detective," I said. "I'm not a detective."
"Mabel asked for you. She said she didn't want this going out of the family."
My internal radar dish started to hum. "Is there something you're not telling me?"
"What's to tell?" my mother said. "A man wandered off from his car."
I drank my milk and rinsed the glass. "Okay, I'll go talk to Aunt Mabel. But I'm not promising anything."
Uncle Fred and Aunt Mabel live on Baker Street, on the fringe of the Burg, three blocks over from my parents. Their ten-year-old Pontiac station wagon was parked at the curb and just about spanned the length of their rowhouse. They've lived in the rowhouse for as long as I can remember, raising two children, entertaining five grandchildren, and annoying the hell out of each other for over fifty years.
Aunt Mabel answered my knock on her door. She was a rounder, softer version of Grandma Mazur. Her white hair was perfectly permed. She was dressed in yellow polyester slacks and a matching floral blouse. Her earrings were large clip-ons, her lipstick was a bright red, and her eyebrows were brown crayon.
"Well, isn't this nice," Aunt Mabel said. "Come into the kitchen. I got a coffee cake from Giovichinni today. It's the good kind, with the almonds."
Certain proprieties were observed in the Burg. No matter that your husband was kidnapped by aliens, visitors were offered coffee cake.
I followed after Aunt Mabel and waited while she cut the cake. She poured out coffee and sat opposite me at the kitchen table.
"I suppose your mother told you about your uncle Fred," she said. "Fifty-two years of marriage, and poof, he's gone."
"Did Uncle Fred have any medical problems?"
"The man was healthy as a horse."
"How about his stroke?"
"Well, yes, but everybody has a stroke once in a while. And that stroke didn't slow him down any. Most of the time he remembered things no one else would remember. Like that business with the garbage. Who would remember a thing like that? Who would even care about it? Such a fuss over nothing."
I knew I was going to regret asking, but I felt compelled. "What about the garbage?"
Mabel helped herself to a piece of coffee cake. "Last month there was a new driver on the garbage truck, and he skipped over our house. It only happened once, but would my husband forget a thing like that? No. Fred never forgot anything. Especially if it had to do with money. So at the end of the month Fred wanted two dollars back on account of we pay quarterly, you see, and Fred had already paid for the missed day."
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On Monday, July 26th, barnesandnoble.com welcomed Janet Evanovich to discuss HIGH FIVE.
Moderator: Welcome to the Auditorium, Janet Evanovich! We're so thrilled to have you back with us once again to chat, and to congratulate you on your latest, HIGH FIVE. How are you this evening?
Janet Evanovich: I'm great. Happy to be on -- sorry I was late. I had a goof up getting onboard. Howdy everyone.
Andy from Hoboken, NJ: Why do you think Jersey girls get such a bad rep? Do you think Stephanie Plum is working to give them back a good name?
Janet Evanovich: I always thought Jersey girls had a good rep. Of course that's probably because I'm a Jersey girl. I think Steph is definitely getting the word out there.
Irene from Houston, TX: I know that the title for your new book came from your readers' submissions to your web site -- how did you choose it? Were there any good runners-up you liked but couldn't use?
Janet Evanovich: For the past couple years we've been having a Name the Book contest. Readers can submit entries (as many as they like) on my web site (www.evanovich.com) or by snail mail. The contest to name book six will be over September 1st. Last year there were 1,700 titles suggested, and approximately 4,000 played.
Susan from Greensboro, NC: In the Stephanie Plum series, do you have any characters who have taken on a life of their own due to reader popularity? Or are all of your characters, plot lines, et cetera planned out way in advance?
Janet Evanovich: I love to hear from my readers and perhaps am sometimes swayed by their opinions -- but for the most part I go with my own instincts. I write one book at a time and don't usually think ahead more than that.
Kathy from Evansville: How do we submit a title for the new book?
Janet Evanovich: Go to my web site! www.evanovich.com
Thumper from Indianapolis, IN: Hello. I love your Stephanie Plum novels. Is it getting harder to keep coming up with fresh ideas and storylines?
Janet Evanovich: The ideas are easy. I have tons of ideas and storylines. It's writing the whole darn book that's hard!
Lura from Tampa, FL: So will Rex ever get a girlfriend? Maybe Morelli could get a girl hamster? Seems a pity for Rex to spend his entire life in the soup can...more or less!
Janet Evanovich: Listen, I've had hamsters and I know what happens when you put two of them together!
Stephanie Jackson from NYC: I loved HIGH FIVE! When will book six be finished? This series is great.
Janet Evanovich: I'm about half done with six. It should be out in the stores next year at about this time.
Kelly Goldberg from Saint Petersburg, FL: Another question: Is there some way that we will see Stephanie's mother break out of her role? Nursing school, maybe?
Janet Evanovich: Anything's possible. Although I don't have plans for Mom to break out just yet.
Blinkie from Raleigh, NC: I've noticed that other authors' fans ask them highly intelligent questions like "Mr. X, please expound upon your protagonist's motivations before/during/after the reconstructive surgery that was necessitated by the freakish Zamboni accident," and your fans generally end up asking "Yo, Janet, how's it hangin'?" Does it bother you that we tend to think of you as more of a buddy (at least those who frequent your web site, anyway) than as some famous, inaccessible personality?
Janet Evanovich: I wouldn't have it any other way -- and I've got your number, Blink. Nice to see you.
Donna Morelli from Pittsburgh: Hi, Janet. Love your books! I read a short story featuring Steph in an anthology recently. Will there be any more short-story Stephs? If so, how soon? Need something to tide me over to book six!
Janet Evanovich: I'd love to do another short story but am behind schedule right now. The [one for the] Mary Higgins Clark anthology was the only short story I've ever written.
Leslie Armstrong from Little Rock, AR: Hi, Janet! I just want to say I love your books -- and I wasn't a reader until I read one of your books, and now I am hooked! And the question I have is, will Morelli and Stephanie ever get married? Please keep on writing these books...they are the best!
Janet Evanovich: Ever is a long time -- so maybe someday Steph and Joe will tie the knot, but I don't see it happening in the near future. That's not to say they couldn't live in sin for a while!
Freckles from Maryland: Mine is more along the lines of a comment than a question. Thanks for such an enjoyable read. Grandma Mazur and Lula are priceless. I haven't laughed this hard in a long time. Waiting impatiently for SIX. By the way, tell Alex kudos on the web site.
Janet Evanovich: Thanks. Alex will be pleased.
Marybeth from Wisconsin: Hello, Janet! Are you going to give Stephanie's dad a big juicy role in book six? He really deserves a break! I just love him! No more stun guns for him, please!
Janet Evanovich: Marybeth, great to see you here! The Cheetos were eaten in the car, and the flower was beautiful. Thanks again. Hope the sod is doing well. Steph's dad will have a larger role sometime soon. Not sure yet if it'll be in book six.
Fred from here: Do you like plums?
Janet Evanovich: Plums pay the mortgage.
Moderator: What is the worst job you've ever had, and why was it so bad?
Janet Evanovich: I worked at a chemical plant one summer while I was in college and had to deliver the mail by running across a gridded catwalk that hung over huge vats of formaldehyde. That ran close competition with the half a day I spent selling used cars.
Jeannie from Marshfield, MA: Hi, Janet. Hope you're having a great time on the tour. I was wondering if you start each book knowing where the story is going. Do you use outlines or formulas? Or is it just an embarkment on the La-La Land train? Also, would you ever consider teaching a mystery-writing course?
Janet Evanovich: Before beginning the actual writing of a book, I make a timeline for myself. The timeline is a sequence of events, and gives me a beginning, middle, and end, and provides me with a sort of road map for the book.
Dawn from Geneva: What are some of your favorite books and authors?
Janet Evanovich: My favorite books and authors change daily. Lately I've been on a Regency Romance thing -- enjoying Amanda Quick and Mary Jo Putney. Also, I like Nora Roberts, Robert Parker, Bob Crais, Michael Connelly.... And I like Uncle Scrooge comics.
Pamela from New York City: I love Pop-Tarts; have you ever eaten them yourself?
Janet Evanovich: I had to skip to this question! Yes, of course. Doesn't everyone eat Pop Tarts?
Donna Bayer from Sayreville, NJ: Hi, Janet! Do you have any idea how many books will be in the series?
Janet Evanovich: Hey, Sayreville! My husband's from Sayreville. I imagine I'll be writing this series from my grave. No plans to stop anytime soon.
Doris from Murfreesboro, TN: Hi, Janet. I really loved the ending to book five. But I noticed that a few people were upset. Did you expect this reaction? Did it bother you? It did me.
Janet Evanovich: Takes a lot to bother me! I thought the ending was fun. I like the idea that the reader can participate. In fact, all of the endings have been sort of up in the air. This was the first time people really noticed.
Jane from hhgraphics: I am a new reader and just starting book three. Love all the characters; being from back east, they seem very much real. I have heard you have a movie deal with TriStar. How much input will you have, and if you could pick the cast, whom would your ideal players be?
Janet Evanovich: I sold all rights to TriStar and expect they'll do a great job. I probably won't have much input when it comes to casting, which is fine since I haven't a clue whom I'd want to play Stephanie!
Jani from Rhode Island: Did you base Ranger on a real person? He sure fits the mold of 'special forces' or Navy Seal types!
Janet Evanovich: Ranger is strictly fictional. He's the superhero in the book.
Gerald from Old Westbury, NY: Stephanie has a knack for getting into binds and improvising her way out. How do you come up with the obstacles she faces in each book? Do you plot them out before you write, or do you write Stephanie into corners and watch what happens from there? Thank you.
Janet Evanovich: I pretty much know where I'm going ahead of time. But sometimes ahead of time isn't so far ahead.
Suzi from MA: I understand you were an art major in college. What made you decide to set aside your paints and brushes and pursue writing instead?
Janet Evanovich: I started to break out from the pigment. Also, I realized I loved the audience and wanted to be able to reach more people.
Debby from Tunnel Hill, GA: Love all your books, especially the recent way you've kept us all dangling. How much of Stephanie is you?
Janet Evanovich: Stephanie and I share a lot of the same history. (I learned to drive on the '53 Buick!) And I've given her some of my embarrassing moments. Mostly, Stephanie and I react the same way. We both eat junk food and think the ideal exercise is shopping.
Blinkie from Raleigh, NC: (Third try, either you'll get this or Tom Clancy's mailbox is getting full.) In a previous chat, you mentioned that some "stand-alone" books might be in our future. Could you tell us if they'll be mysteries, humor, et cetera?
Janet Evanovich: They'll definitely be funny. And probably they'll have a strong adventure element.
Jeannie from Marshfield, MA: Janet, FOUR TO SCORE had some pretty hot and heavy hoochy-coochy scenes. Does your son read your books, and what does he think about his Mum writing scenes like those?
Janet Evanovich: My webmaster daughter (Alex) and my son (Peter) both help edit my books. After reading my romance novels for five years, they're not too shocked by the hoochy-coochy scenes in FOUR.
Belly from Bangor, ME: I read in an article in USA Today that at the time you were writing romance, you knew 42 adjectives to describe a nipple! I had no idea there were so many! Could you give us some of your favorites?
Janet Evanovich: Rubbery, raisiny, turgid, puny, bogus, flatulent -- I could go on forever.
Kelly Goldberg from Saint Petersburg, FL: Please tell me it is Ranger at the door. Joe is cute and sexy, but he's had 20-some years to get his act together. As Lula says about Ranger, "He's the shit." I can't tell you how much I love these fun, crazy characters and, especially, their nonconformist roles and lives.
Janet Evanovich: Thanks. And good try, but no cigar.
Alana and Elyse from San Diego, CA: My daughter and I just purchased a Russian Dwarf hamster and named him Rex in honor of you know who! Book five was great, laughed till I hurt. Glad to hear book six is almost finished.
Janet Evanovich: Angus is a Russian Dwarf too!
Rhonda from Tulsa, OK: I really get a kick out of all the recurring characters in your books, but Grandma Mazur is probably my favorite -- after Stephanie and Morelli. Grandma is a hoot! She reminds me of my own granny (with whom I was almost arrested once during an illicit fireworks shootin' spree). Is she based on a real person? Do you have a similar relationship with your own grandmother?
Janet Evanovich: Grandma Mazur is in part my Grandma Schneider, who was known to knock back a few Manhattans. And also my Aunt Lena, who spent many enjoyable hours at viewings.
Jean from La Habra, CA: Hi, Janet -- I enjoyed meeting you at Book Carnival in Orange, CA, and loved HIGH FIVE. I am a big fan of Grandma Mazur, and I was wondering if the grandmas in the Burg are really just like her.
Janet Evanovich: Jean -- nice to see you here. Not all grandmas in the Burg are like Grandma Mazur -- but there are a few.
Kelly from St. Pete: I was lucky enough to read one of your earlier books in romance, and I wondered if it is easier to write for a series/line or to go solo and write longer novels.
Janet Evanovich: I'm having fun with this series. When I was doing the little romance novels, I found I hated leaving the hero and heroine to start a new book.
Kelly from St. Pete: There are a lot of really great women authors today: you, Linda Howard, and many more in romance, suspense, and mystery. Do you feel that women in publishing and writing get the respect they deserve? Or do you still perceive the old romance and "women's fiction" prejudice?
Janet Evanovich: I see no prejudice toward women. In fact, I think it might be just the opposite. I think women are flourishing in fiction these days.
Kelly from Ft. Worth: Hi, Janet! I love your books...thanks for all the laughs. Do you have plans to bring back Sally Sweet in the future? Thanks.
Janet Evanovich: Sally will definitely return.
Moderator: Thank you so much for joining us tonight, Janet Evanovich! We'd all like to thank you for taking our questions -- it's been a lot of fun! Before you go, do you have any closing comments for your online audience?
Janet Evanovich: Just that everyone should come and visit me! www.evanovich.com. Night all. It was fun!
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
So for I have read every book in this series up until this book. It is rediculously good. I can not wait to read the whole series!
I take the bus to and from work everyday and ALWAYS have my nose stuck in a book. I read High Five first of all of Janet Evanovich's Stephanie Plum series and laughed all the way to work. People kept looking at me and a few even stopped me to see what I was reading. I have to say, of all of Janet's Plum series, Two for the Dough was my favorite with High Five coming in second.
I continue to read this series because it is a fun, easy read. The character development (both good and bad guys) throughout the series is great. A previous reviewer of the series commented that the plot is quite repetitive from book to book. It is true: bounty hunter is broke and hungy, bounty hunter gets trivial but humorous cases and also gets involved over her head in a more serious case where she is shot at or her car is blown up or apartment ransacked or set on fire. Bounty hunter has on and off again relationship and is toying with a second affair. Bounty hunter solves cases, eats and all ends well. Despite the same plot, the author writes with great wit and sense of humor that keeps me engaged in the series. I alternate these books with heavier reading.
Very good book , You will laugh your head off.
Love the story line. There is always adventure and lots of good laughter. I just chuckle as I read and love Stephanie's nature to find good in everything that is going on. It keeps you interested throughout the whole book.
very entertaining. mystery series, with a touch of romance, and laughable moments. i love the series.
Love them all
I like ms Plum's charactor
This series is phenomenal
Wish i could afford the whole set all at once!
Series was recommended by my doctor and I am so glad she did. Stephanie Plum is an accident waiting to happen in every situation. I laughed out loud when I read this book. Planning on reading the whole series.
I think this is the best yet!!!!
I always know when I begin a new book in the Stephanie Plum series that I will be highly entertained. I find myself laughing out loud every page or two! This series of books is a nice break from more serious reading. The books are short, the characters hilarious and interesting. I will continue to read each book in the series, as long as Janet Evanovich keeps writing them.
Oh I didnt once put this book down - Ive so fallen in love with Grandma and Lula and poor Steph! - Shes great - This is a series anyone who is light harted could fall in love with!
What a cliff-hanger ending! Ready to start #6!
Awesom, fast readiinng, great characters
The characters are so funny !! I have never read a book that makes me laugh out loud. I love mysteries and the Stephanie series are always hard to figure out. All the characters are great !! I have shared them with my sister & friends. So please keep them coming. Linda Beasley
Janet Evanovich did it again! Great read! Love the characters! Looking forward to the next book in the Stephanie Plum series.
This book will definitely have you laughing.
Great story little bummed that she left out the steamy parts or who Stephanie was with in the end. I'm guessing Ranger ?)