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

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

by Susan McBride

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The fourth fun installment in the Debutante Dropout series finds ex-debutante Andy Kendricks following a cold lead into a hot Dallas strip club.

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 "gentlemen'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 may end up with a lot more broken than just her heart.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780062319890
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 01/21/2014
Series: Debutante Dropout Series , #4
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 153,505
File size: 541 KB

About the Author

Susan McBride is the USA Today bestselling author of Blue Blood and the Debutante Dropout Mysteries that include The Good Girl's Guide to MurderThe Lone Star Lonely Hearts ClubNight of the Living Deb, Too Pretty to Die, and Say Yes to the Death. She also writes the bestselling River Road Mysteries and has penned three women’s fiction titles: The Truth About Love and LightningLittle Black Dress, and The Cougar Club. She chronicled her bout with breast cancer in the short memoir, In the Pink: How I Met the Perfect (Younger) Man, Survived Breast Cancer, and Found True Happiness After Forty. She lives in St. Louis, Missouri, with her husband and daughter.

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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.


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."


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?


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Night of the Living Deb (Debutante Dropout Series #4) 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 24 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Brian Malone is one of the best young defense attorneys in the city. Brian is at 'The Men's Club' (a bordello) treating his soon-to-be-married friend to a final wild night out. Brian hates the place and can hardly wait to leave. His interest perks up, though, when he spies a lady he knows and tries to catch up with her in the back of the club. That is the last anyone knows about Brian's where-abouts. =============== At the same time, Andrea 'Andy' Kendricks is too busy to think about her boyfriend, Brian. Seems Brian's colleague and ex-girlfriend, Allie Price, has dragged Andy to a Chippendales' show. Andy is busy imagining what her mother, Cissy Blevins Kendricks, the Dallas society maven extraordinaire, would think should she find out where her daughter was. Shortly thereafter Andy finds out that Brian is missing. His friend claims that Brian ditched him and ran out of the club with one of the dancers. Allie may believe that, but Andy did not! ================== Andy must put aside her mean spirited thoughts about Allie and team up with 'the Blond Menace' to figure out what is going on. ==================== ***** Author Susan McBride has become one of my favorite mystery writers ever! Her characters are always so well developed and totally believable. How could I not adore Andy, the main character? She is perky, sassy, and often hilarious! This mystery will keep you on the edge of your seat AND laughing uproariously. Stellar! *****
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I did not buy this series thinking i was getting the next great classic. I was just looking for an easy read for a change. Nothing to write home about. Cheap read. Enjoy what you pay for.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Don't care for heroine. Too immature for my taste. I've read other three and she seems to be getting more jealous, pouty, petty, and childish. Rather ruins the story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a rich girl and it is silly to wear paint splatter clothes and think she is rebelling buying cheap furniture and fast foods. I buy at walmarts and cook from scratch and get good buys from local auctions and used/antique stores. HER attitude has just become too annoying.if the shoes cost so much why dont they ever fit and why does every new dress disappear never to be worn again?
CBH More than 1 year ago
If you lost your boyfriend (you are a woman) when he attended a bachelor party for a friend that was held at a strip joint, how would you feel? That's what happened to rich girl Andy Kendricks when Brian Malone failed to appear after that questionable night. Oh Andy might understand to some degree why he went to such a place but where and why did he disappear without a clue? Brian had been seen running out of the back door of the strip club with one of the strippers and he was immediately suspected to be the culprit in the disappearance. Possibly the worst part is that Andy attended a similar type of place where males were "on display" and had one wrapped around her neck! This the very same night Brian was attending his bachelor party. The search for Brian involved his ex-wife, Andy's mother and her new boyfriend, and several neighbors that always had to "butt in" when anything appeared not completely normal. When Brian's car was found with the strippers dead body in the trunk, the police came in to play and many became a suspect. The two investigating cops, nick-named Starsky and Hutch, placed much pressure on all of them, being sure one of them killed the stripper. The entire scene became murky when one of the clients who was represented by the firm for whom Brian was an attorney became involved in the investigation. Andy's mothers boyfriend, Stephen, offered his assistance to help Andy find her old boyfriend since she did love him and knew he couldn't have killed the stripper, despite what the police think. A strange ransom was demanded. This brought the family together to plan as best they could to end this mess of a puzzle while not losing the money and getting Brian back in one piece-alive! A very entertaining story containing many humorous parts that allow you to laugh while questioning who did what to who! Good story Susan.
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Cute, but personally I think the mother Cissy should have been the theme character rather than her sniveling daughter. At least Cissy has style and makes things happen. Nothing much to like about Andy who has accomplished nothing in her life but disparages everyone who is successful--just a whiney self-centered trust fund baby with a massive superiority complex. Thinking about it now even Allie would have been preferable as the main character. Read this book if you must just don't expect anything from the dropout deb--she's only there for the bad jokes. I really just want to give the book 2 1/2 stars.
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rosesSG More than 1 year ago
light, funny keeps you wanting to read to the end
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No real mystery & the story jumps all over the place.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
It¿s an ironic tradition that has the soon-to-be-married celebrating with strippers right before the wedding, and it¿s not surprising that these events often result in the loss of members of the wedding party. In Susan McBride¿s fourth Debutante Dropout Mystery Night of the Living Deb, it¿s not the groom but his best friend who disappears, leaving his girlfriend Andy Kendricks distraught and seeking answers in some of the seediest strip joints Dallas has to offer. After her own rather inglorious moment at a Chippendale¿s show ends with her being photographed by her boyfriend¿s ex¿s cell phone, Andy¿s ready to be forgiving for any misdeeds Brian might have committed after being forced to take the groom to a strip club. But when Brian goes missing after last beomg seen in pursuit of a big-busted dancer, her trust is tested as she faces a nightmare with the best situation being that he¿s shacked up with a silicone dancer, and the worst too horrible to imagine. Teaming up with Brian¿s ex and fellow attorney Allie Price, Andy hunts down ¿Trayla Trash¿ looking for answers and soon ends up seeing a side of Dallas that would have her mother quaking in her Prada pumps. Once again McBride has written a hilarious mystery that has the reader cheering for Andy as she sinks to one of the lowest points in her life. While a little darker in tone than the previous novels in this series, the odd-couple pairing of Andy and Allie brings a wonderful humor and wackiness to the story. Andy¿s mother Cissie again proves herself to be than just an elitist socialite, and her love for Andy wins out over their mother-daughter battles. This is a witty, highly entertaining series that continues to entertain and leaves readers eager for more Andy Kendricks adventures.
harstan More than 1 year ago
In Dallas, defense attorney Brian Malone accompanies his friend Matty Karas, a groom to 'The Men's Club' bordello as his engaged buddy wants a lap dance before he says I do. Bored with the ¿Stepford Strippers¿, Brian cannot wait to leave so he can sit on the lap of his girlfriend Debutante Dropout Andrea 'Andy' Kendricks, Brian is stunned to recognize one of the dancers. He goes over to see her, but suddenly goes down the proverbial ¿rabbit hole¿. No one has seen him since. While Brian vanishes, his former girlfriend and legal partner Allie Price takes a reluctant Andy to see the Chippendales perform. As she watches the hunks show off their wares while performing, Andy pictures her socially correct upper class mother, Cissy having cardiac arrest for her daughter breaking the upper crust rules again by attending this show. Not long afterward Matty tells Andy that Brian dumped him at The Men¿s Club to leave with one of strippers Andy knows her Brian too well to believe that though Allie insists otherwise. However, Allie'the Blond Menace' and the Debutant Dropout investigate with both knowing that she will be the one to boast I told you so. --- The fourth debutant dropout mystery (see THE LONE STAR LONELY HEARTS CLUB) is a delightful humoresque amateur sleuth tale starring enemy combatants teaming up to learn what happened and why to the missing Brian. Readers will enjoy the Blond Menace¿s assessment that Brian ran off with a hooker vs. the loyal Andy insisting he must have been abducted. Fans of the series will enjoy this lively entry that starts with the club celebration and never slows down until the end when the heroine kicks herself with her pinching Manolos. --- Harriet Klausner
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Then lets go to the one we were at
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The other o.j. is impostering me