I’m a bit of a Janet Evanovich fan (in some ways it’s a bit like saying I’m an alcoholic!). Someone from my book clucb recommended them about six years ago and I’ve been addicted ever since. They are all the same (I think there is 15 of them now), but as Dorcas Lane says in Larkrise to Candleford ‘they are my one weakness’!
Here is the stuff on the back …
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.
These novels are hilarious – there is lots of sex (not graphic), so not for the faint hearted, but all the characters are fabulous – particularly Grandma Mazur – so if you like fast paced, far fetched, trashy stories this one is for you – although you might like to start with One for the Money.