Visions of Sugar Plums (Stephanie Plum Between-the-Numbers #1)

Visions of Sugar Plums (Stephanie Plum Between-the-Numbers #1)

by Janet Evanovich

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ISBN-13: 9780312947040
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 10/30/2007
Series: Stephanie Plum Series
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 192
Sales rank: 72,450
Product dimensions: 4.19(w) x 6.78(h) x 0.55(d)

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. She and her husband live in New Hampshire, in house with a view of the Connecticut River Valley.


Hanover, New Hampshire

Date of Birth:

April 22, 1943

Place of Birth:

South River, New Jersey


B.A., Douglass College, 1965

Read an Excerpt


My name is Stephanie Plum and I've got a strange man in my kitchen.  He appeared out of nowhere.  One minute I was sipping coffee, mentally planning out my day.  And then the next minute Öpoof, there he was.

He was over six feet, with wavy blond hair pulled into a ponytail, deep-set brown eyes, and an athlete's body.  He looked to be late twenties, maybe thirty.  He was dressed in jeans, boots, a grungy, white thermal shirt hanging loose over the jeans, and a beat-up, black leather jacket hanging on broad shoulders.  He was sporting two days of beard growth, and he didn't look happy.

"Well isn't this perfect," he said, clearly disgusted, hands on hips, taking me in.

My heart was tap-dancing in my chest.  I was at a total loss.  I didn't know what to think or what to say.  I didn't know who he was or how he got into my kitchen.  He was frightening, but even more than that he had me flustered.  It was like going to a birthday party and arriving a day early.  It was like Öwhat the heck's going on?

"How?" I asked.  "What?"

"Hey, don't ask me, lady," he said.  "I'm as surprised as you are."

"How'd you get into my apartment?"

"Sweet cakes, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."  He moved to the refrigerator, opened the door, and helped himself to a beer.  He cracked the beer open, took a long pull, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.  "You know how people get beamed down on Star Trek?  It's sort of like that."

Okay, so I've got a big slob of a guy drinking beer in my kitchen, and I think he might be crazy.  The only other possibility I can come up with is that I'm hallucinating and he isn't real.  I smoked some pot in college but that was about it.  Don't think I'd get a flashback from wacky tobacky.  There were mushrooms on the pizza last night.  Could that be it?

Fortunately, I work in bail bond enforcement, and I'm sort of used to scary guys showing up in closets and under beds.  I inched my way across the kitchen, stuck my hand into my brown bear cookie jar, and pulled out my .38 five-shot Smith & Wesson.

"Cripes," he said, "what are you gonna do, shoot me?  Like that would change anything."  He looked more closely at the gun and shook his head in another wave of disgust.  "Honey, there aren't any bullets in that gun."

"There might be one," I said.  "I might have one chambered."

"Yeah, right."  He finished the beer and sauntered out of the kitchen, into the living room.  He looked around and moved to the bedroom.

"Hey," I yelled.  "Where do you think you're going? That's it, I'm calling the police."

"Give me a break," he said.  "I'm having a really shitty day."  He kicked his boots off and flopped onto my bed. He scoped out the room from his prone position.  "Where's the television?"

"In the living room."

"Oh man, you don't even have a television in your bedroom.  Someone's really sticking it to me"

I cautiously moved closer to the bed, and I reached out and touched him.

"Yeah, I'm real," he said.  "Sort of.  And all my equipment works."  He smiled for the first time.  It was a knock-your-socks-off smile.  Dazzling white teeth and good-humored eyes that crinkled at the corners.  "In case you're interested."

The smile was good.  The news was bad.  I didn't know what sort of real meant.  And I wasn't sure I liked the idea that his equipment worked.  All in all, it didn't do a lot to help my heart rate.  Truth is, I'm pretty much a chicken-shit bounty hunter.  Still, while I'm not the world's bravest person, I can bluff with the best of them, so I did an eye-roll.  "Get a grip."

"You'll come around," he said.  "They always do."


"Women.  Women love me," he said.

Good thing I didn't have a bullet chambered as threatened because I'd definitely shoot this guy.  "Do you have a name?"


"Is that your first name or your last name?"

"That's my whole name.  Who are you?"

"Stephanie Plum."

"You live here alone?"


"That's a big fib," he said.  "You have living alone written all over you."

I narrowed my eyes.  "Excuse me?"

"You're not exactly a sex goddess," he said.  "Hair from hell.  Baggy sweatpants.  No make-up.  Lousy personality.  Not that there isn't some potential.  You have an okay shape.  What are you, 34B?  And you've got a good mouth.  Nice pouty lips."  He threw me another smile.  "A guy could get ideas looking at those lips."

Great.  The nutcase who somehow got into my apartment was getting ideas about my lips.  Thoughts of serial rapists and sex killings went racing through my mind.  My mother's warnings echoed in my ears.  Watch out for strangers.  Keep your door locked.  Yes, but it's not my fault, I reasoned.  He's a crazy alien.  How do you keep aliens out?

I took his boots, carried them to the front door, and threw them into the hall.  "Your boots are in the hall," I yelled.  "If you don't come get them, I'm pitching them down the trash chute."

My neighbor, Mr. Wolesky, stepped out of the elevator with his arms loaded up with bags.  "Five days to Christmas and the stores are picked clean," he said.  "And they all say everything's on sale but I know they jack up the prices.  They always gotta gouge you at Christmas.  There should be a law.  Somebody should look into it."

Mr. Wolesky unlocked his door, lurched inside and slammed the door after himself.  The door lock clicked into place, and I heard Mr. Wolesky's television go on.

Diesel elbowed me aside, went into the hall, and retrieved his boots.  "You know, you have a real attitude problem," he said.

"Attitude this," I told him, closing my door, locking him out of the apartment.

The bolt shot back, the lock tumbled, and Diesel opened the door, walked to the couch, and sat down to put his boots on.

Hard to pick an emotion here.  Confused and astounded would be high on the list.  Scared bonkers wasn't far behind.  "How'd you do that?" I said, squeaky-voiced and breathless.  "How'd you unlock my door?"

"I don't know.  It's just one of those things we can do."

Goosebumps prickled on my forearms.  "Now I'm really creeped out."

"Relax.  I'm not going to hurt you.  Hell, I'm supposed to make your life better."  He gave a snort and another bark of laughter at that.  "Yeah, right," he said.

Deep breath, Stephanie.  Not a terrific time to hyperventilate.  If I passed out from lack of oxygen, God knows what would happen.  Suppose he was from outer space, and he conducted an anal probe while I was unconscious?  A shiver ripped through me.  Yuck!  "What are we looking at here?" I asked him.  "Ghost?  Vampire?  Space alien?"

 He slouched back into the couch and zapped the television on.  "You're in the ballpark."

I was at a loss.  How do you get rid of someone who can unlock locks?  You can't even have him arrested by the police.  And even if I decided to call the police, what would I say?  I have a sort of real guy in my apartment?

"Suppose I cuffed you and chained you to something.  What then?"

He was channel-surfing, concentrating on the television.  "I could get loose."

"Suppose I shot you."

"I'd be pissed off.  And it's not smart to piss me off."

"But could I kill you?  Could I hurt you?"

"What is this, twenty questions?  I'm looking for a game here.  What time is it, anyway? And where am I?"

"You're in Trenton, New Jersey.  It's eight o'clock in the morning.  And you didn't answer my question."

He flipped the television off.  "Crap.  Trenton.  I should have guessed.  Eight in the morning.  I have a whole day to look forward to.  Wonderful.  And the answer to your question is Öa qualified no.  It wouldn't be easy to kill me, but I suppose if you put your mind to it you could come up with something."

I went to the kitchen and phoned my next door neighbor, Mrs. Karwatt.  "I was wondering if you could come over for just a second," I said.  "There's something I'd like to show you."  A moment later, I ushered Mrs. Karwatt into my living room.  "What do you see?" I asked her.  "Is there anyone sitting on my couch?"

"There's a man on your couch," Mrs. Karwatt said.  "He's big, and he has a blond ponytail.  Is that the right answer?"

"Just checking," I said to Mrs. Karwatt.  Thanks."

Mrs. Karwatt left but Diesel remained.

"She could see you," I said to him.

"Well, duh."

He'd been in my apartment for almost a half hour now, and he hadn't done a full head rotation or tried to wrestle me down to the ground.  That was a good sign, right?  My mother's voice returned.  It means nothing.  Don't let your guard down.  He could be a maniac!  Frightening, right?

"What are you doing here?" I asked him, curiosity beginning to override panic.

He stood and stretched and scratched his stomach.  "How about if I'm the friggin' Spirit of Christmas?"

My mouth dropped open.  The friggin' Spirit of Christmas.  I must be dreaming.  Probably I'd dreamed I'd called Mrs. Karwatt, too.  The friggin' Spirit of Christmas.  That's actually pretty funny.

"Here's the thing," I said to him.  "I have enough Christmas spirit.  I don't actually need you."

"Not my call, Gracie.  Personally, I hate Christmas.  And I'd prefer to be sitting under a palm tree right now, but hey, here I am.  So let's get on with it."

"My name's not Gracie."

"Whatever."  He looked around.  "Where's your tree?  You're supposed to have a stupid Christmas tree."

"I haven't had time to buy a tree.  There's this guy I'm trying to find.  Sandy Claws, wanted for burglary, and now he's failed to appear for his court appearance, so he's in violation of his bond agreement."

"Hah!  Good one.  That's a prize-winning excuse for not having a Christmas tree.  Let me see if I've got the details right.  You're a bounty hunter?"


"Very sexy."

I did another eye-roll.

"And you're after Santa Claus because he skipped."

"Not Santa Claus," I said.  "Sandy Claws.  S-a-n-d-y C-l-a-w-s.

"Sandy Claws.  Cripes, how would you like to have that name?  I bet he uses kitty litter."

This was coming from a guy named for a train engine.  "First, I have a legitimate job.  I work for Vincent Plum Bail Bonds as a bond enforcement agent.  Second, Claws isn't such a weird name.  It was probably Klaus and changed at Ellis Island.  It happened a lot.  Third, I don't know why I'm explaining this to you.  Probably, I had a stroke and fell down and hit my head and I'm actually in ICU right now, dreaming all this."

"You see, this is typical of the problem.  Nobody believes in the mystical anymore.  Nobody believes in miracles.  As it happens, I'm a little supernatural.  Why can't you just accept that and go with it?  I bet you don't believe in Santa Claus either.  Maybe Sandy Claws didn't have his name changed from Klaus.  Maybe he had his name changed from Santa Claus.  Maybe the old guy got tired of the toys-for-kids routine and just wanted to go hide out somewhere."

"So you think it might be Santa Claus living in Trenton under an assumed name?"

Diesel shrugged.  "It's possible.  Santa's a pretty shifty guy.  He has a dark side, you know."

"I didn't know that."

"Not many people know that.  So if you could catch this Claws guy, you'd get a Christmas tree?"

"Probably not.  I haven't got money for a tree.  And I haven't got any ornaments."

"Oh man, I'm stuck with a whiner.  No time, no money, no ornaments.  Yadda, yadda, yadda."

"Hey, it's my life and I don't have to have a Christmas tree if I don't want one."

"Everyone wants a Christmas tree.  If you had a Christmas tree, Santa would bring you stuffÖlike hair curlers and slut shoes."

"Give it up.  I'm not getting a tree.  End of discussion.  And you're going to have to leave because I have things to do.  I have to work on the Claws case and then later I promised my mother I'd be over to bake Christmas cookies."

"Not a good plan. I have a better plan.  How about we find Claws and then we shop for a tree?  And on the way home from the tree, we can see if the Titans are playing tonight.  Maybe we can catch a hockey game."

"How do you know about the Titans?"

"I know everything."

I did yet another eye-roll and brushed past him.  I was doing so many eye-rolls, they were giving me a headache. I'd planned to take a shower, but there was no way I was getting into the shower with a strange man sitting in my living room.  "I'm changing my clothes, and then I'm going to work.  You aren't going to pop into my bedroom, are you?"

"Do you want me to?"


"Your loss."  He returned to the couch and television.  "Let me know if you change your mind."

An hour later we were in my Honda CRV.  Me and Supernatural Man.  I hadn't invited him to ride along with me.  He'd simply unlocked the door and gotten into the car.

"Admit it, you're getting to like me, right?" he asked.

"Wrong, I don't like you.  But, for some unfathomable reason, I'm not totally freaked out."

"It's because I'm charming."

"You are not charming.  You're a jerk."

He flashed another one of the killer smiles at me.  "Yeah, but I'm a charming jerk."

I was driving and Diesel was riding shotgun, flipping through my folder on Claws.  "So what do we do here, go to his house and drag him out?"

"I stopped by his house yesterday, and his wife said he'd disappeared.  I think she knows where he is so I'm going back today to put some pressure on her."

"Sixty-seven years old, and this guy broke into Kreider's Hardware at two in the morning and stole fifteen hundred dollars' worth of power tools and a gallon of Morning Glory yellow paint," Diesel read.  "Got caught on a security camera.  What an idiot.  Everybody knows you've got to wear a ski mask when you pull a job like that.  Doesn't he watch television?  Doesn't he go to the movies?"

Diesel pulled out a file photo.  "Hold the phone.  Is this the guy?"


Diesel's face brightened and the smile returned.  "And you stopped by his house yesterday?"


"Are you any good at what you do?  Are you good at tracking down people?"

"No.  But I'm lucky."

"Even better," he said.

"You look like you've had a revelation."

"Big time.  The pieces are beginning to fit together."


"Sorry," he said.  "It was one of those personal revelations."

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Its fine if you don ' t mind paying $7.00 for an 81 page book. I wish they would put the page count in the description so we know what we are buying.
BookSeriesJunkie More than 1 year ago
This book was a decent diversion in between the Evanovich numbers books, but I found the character Diesel's tendencies toward the "supernatural" a bit much. If you're interested in starting another series... I've found Laurell K. Hamilton's character Anita Blake to be a similar (but much more hard-core) version of Stephanie Plum who solves vampire and paranormal mysteries.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I think people take this book a bit too seriously. I personally loved it, my favorite character, Ranger, doesn't show and obviously that was disappointing, but with the book being a meager five chapters it's hard to be too upset. This VERY random introduction of superhero types will definitely upset a lot of people, but I loved it. It's random, it's fun, it makes me wonder about the true origins of Ranger. It's risky and out there but at the same time refreshing to see something like that tossed into a series at random with no apparent intention of making it part of the general plot. But try not to think of it as another Stephanie Plum novel, as it's obviously not, even if it has most of the characters. More like a short story, not meant to be incredible, maybe just fun, maybe 'just because'.
Bookworm1951 3 months ago
The plot is stupid beyond belief!! Stephanie meets and ?angel?, ?supernatural hero? or whatever he is. You never do find out in this short 81 page book. Only 75 pages are actual text. I know all price issues should be sent directly to Barnes and Nobel because the publishers determine the price but honestly!!! The price is way too high for this story. Very disappointed.
Anonymous 7 months ago
Good story but 8 bucks for 81 pages is to much.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Still fun Plum antics but I was not a fan of the supernatural twist that was left completely unexplained. Not realistic at all.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Cute, quick read. Not a fan of the supernatural aspect that was added in. The funny and quirkiness that I love is still there.
kaitlynlenhart More than 1 year ago
good, but not as good as the regular novels
MsBeautiful on LibraryThing 3 months ago
Fun offshoot Christmas story, but not as good as the previous books
LiteraryFeline on LibraryThing 3 months ago
Janet Evanovich writes a hilarious holiday tale starring her well-known bounty hunter character, Stephanie Plum, and a supernatural being called Diesel whose paths meet in Stephanie¿s kitchen. Stephanie is tracking down a toy maker while the mysterious Diesel has his own agenda. Their tasks collide in the usual Stephanie Plum adventure, rioting, near death experiences, and the loss of yet another car. Although completely off the wall, this story definitely had me laughing out loud at almost every page. The Christmas spirit is definitely still alive in this novella.
Brandie on LibraryThing 3 months ago
Eh, didn't like it as well as the rest in the series. I thought it felt off from the rest of the books too. Like it was maybe too forced?
la_librarian on LibraryThing 3 months ago
Not as good as the regular Stephanie Plum novels. Just a Christman tie in. Kind of weird.
Anonymous 9 months ago
It was very cute!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Stephenie Plum series is the bomb. Love them. Stephanie Plum series is awesome?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A Christmas undertone in this once again, witty series! 5 stars if you are looking for a hot and hilarious escape.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love these books. I am on the twelfth book in the series. Some parts are redundant in the first chapter to help new readers have a sense of Stephanie Plum's history. However, they are NOT a reason to avoid the books. These are really funny - laugh out loud funny and easy reads. I'm hooked!
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is very funny, but a little weird. Ms. Evanovich introduces a character named Diesel who just magically appears in Stephanie Plums apartment. It's a little weird, because the author can't seem to make up her mind if this character is a comic book superhero or not. I think she uses him in Wicked Business. Anyway, with elves chasing Stephanie and stealing her Christmas tree and Grandma's teeth decorated with sparkles and stars, and the dinner set on fire in the dining room, this is one very enjoyable, funny read. It's only 81 pages long.
jacobsgranny More than 1 year ago
A good humored, usual Plum book, that takes place during Christmas. A comedic, fun and very quick read. Loved it
SallyPinkReviews More than 1 year ago
Stephanie Plum's in for a Christmas full of sparks with "Visions of Sugar Plums." When Diesel pops into her kitchen looking for "Sandy Claws" an FTA given to Stephanie to find, Christmas becomes ultra chaotic. Can Stephanie find time to shop and bring Sandy Claws in? Christmas is crazy for Stephanie's family and Stephanie is behind the power curve. She has no money for a tree, gifts, or decorations. Cousin Vinny gives her a job to bring in Sandy Claws, a retired toy maker, but Sandy is proving more trouble than he's worth, especially when the electricity all over town starts acting hinky. Diesel, is a supernatural being who is tracking down Ring, a person going after Sandy Claws. Will Diesel get his man and will Stephanie get a tree for Christmas? Evanovich's story is easy to read, whimsical, and endearing. It captures the essence of the season including in-your-face commercialism to heartwarming sentiments. Evanovich's characters continue to entertain. The Plum household is just as wild as a zoo. Mary Alice still thinks she's a horse. Grandma Mazur has a new stud muffin but it's Valerie who gets the biggest gift of all. Visions of Sugar Plums is a light, fun, engaging read. The story is a cozy mystery with a splash of comedy that will have the reader laughing as they turn the page. 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was probably the funniest book I have read thus far. It was a little difficult to adjust to the "special powers" aspect of the book. To me, the series has been fun, with Stephanie's adventures being realistic, and not too far fetched. I was not expecting to have a "make believe" storyline mixed in; I kept looking forward to moving on to the next book. It was a nice try though.
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