A Stephanie Plum Novel
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NEW JERSEY WAS 40,000 FEET below me, obscured by cloud cover. Heaven was above me, beyond the thin skin of the plane. And hell was sitting four rows back. Okay, maybe hell was too strong. Maybe it was just purgatory.
My name is Stephanie Plum, and I work as a bail-bonds enforcer for Vincent Plum Bail Bonds in Trenton, New Jersey. I’d recently inherited airline vouchers from a dead guy and used them to take a once-in-a-lifetime Hawaiian vacation. Unfortunately, the vacation didn’t go as planned, and I’d been forced to leave Hawaii ahead of schedule, like a thief sneaking off in the dead of night. I’d abandoned two angry men in Honolulu, called my friend Lula, and asked her to pick me up at Newark Airport.
As if my life wasn’t enough in the toilet, I was now on the plane home, seated four rows ahead of a guy who looked like Sasquatch and was snoring like a bear in a cave. Good thing I wasn’t sitting next to him, because I surely would have strangled him in his sleep by now. I was wearing airline- distributed earphones pumped up to maximum volume, but they weren’t helping. The snoring had started somewhere over Denver and got really ugly over Kansas City. After several loud passenger comments suggesting someone take the initiative and smother the guy, flight attendants confiscated all the pillows and began passing out free alcoholic beverages. Three-quarters of the plane was now desperately drunk, and the remaining quarter was either underage or alternatively medicated. Two of the underage were screaming-crying, and I was pretty sure the kid behind me had pooped in his pants.
I was among the drunk. I was wondering how I was going to walk off the plane and navigate the terminal with any sort of dignity, and I was hoping my ride was waiting for me.
Sasquatch gave an extra loud snork, and I ground my teeth together. Just land this friggin’ plane, I thought. Land it in a cornfield, on a highway, in the ocean. Just get me out of here!
Lula pulled into my apartment building parking lot, and I thanked her for picking me up at the airport and bringing me home.
“No problemo,” she said, dropping me at the back door to the lobby. “There wasn’t nothing on television, and I’m between honeys, so it wasn’t like I was leaving anything good behind.”
I waved her off and trudged into my apartment building. I took the elevator to the second floor, dragged my luggage down the hall and into my apartment, and shuffled into my bedroom.
It was after midnight, and I was exhausted. My vacation in Hawaii had been unique, and the flight home had been hellish. Turbulence over the Pacific, a layover in L.A., and the snoring.
Excerpted from EXPLOSIVE EIGHTEEN by Janet Evanovich. Copyright © 2011 by Evanovich, Inc. Excerpted by permission of Bantam Books, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Bounty hunter Stephanie Plum’s life is set to blow sky high when international murder hits dangerously close to home, in Explosive Eighteen by Janet Evanovich.
Flying back to New Jersey after her dream vacation turned into a nightmare, it seems Stephanie can't step foot off the plane without trouble on her tail. Her seatmate, who never returned to the plane after the L.A. layover, is dead, in a garbage can, waiting for curbside pickup. His killer could be anyone. And a bunch of thugs and psychos, not to mention the FBI, are all looking for a photograph the dead man was supposed to be carrying.
Only one other person has seen the missing photo—Stephanie Plum. Now she’s the target, and she doesn’t intend to end up in a garbage can. But until she can describe the person in the photo—accurately—she’ll need to watch her back.
Meanwhile, back at HQ, the bail bonds bus goes up in smoke, Lula falls in love with their "largest" FTA yet, nemesis Joyce Barhardt moves into Stephanie's apartment…and everyone wants to know what happened in Hawaii?! Morelli, Trenton’s hottest cop, isn’t talking. Neither is man of mystery, Ranger. And all Stephanie will say about her vacation is, “It’s complicated.”
Hardcover Book : 320 pages
Publisher: Bantam Books, Inc./ Div Random Hous ( November 22, 2011 )
Item #: 13-469714
Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 8.25 x 0.75inches
Product Weight: 12.0 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
I thought this was one of the better books in the Stephanie Plum series. There are a couple of different parts in the book that startled me into laughing out loud. The characters / plot may be same-old-same-old to some, but they are like a nice long visit with familiar old friends to me and the story is definitely engaging anbd entertaining. The characters are relatable and that draws the reader into the zany activities.
Reviewer: Michele T
I agree with the previous reviewer. It is the same old stuff. We needed more Grandma and maybe Mooner or Sally Sweet. Also missed Albert Kloughn. In other words, more FUNNY! I'll always read the books, but this one was a disappointment.
Hard to tell one book from the last. I was hoping for more and didn't get it. I won't be buying anymore of her books in the future. I'll check her out from the library to see if Stephanie's character ever evolves.
Finally the stories we are used to are back! Once again I couldn't quit until I finished it last night and laughed the whole time. This is the Stephanie and Lula we have all come to know and love.
The laughter is back! I found myself laughing out loud at Lulu and Stephanie in this one. Ms. Evanovich was right on target with this one.
Reviewer: L H