Wicked Business
A Lizzy and Diesel Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
The second book in the New York Times bestselling Lizzy and Diesel series from Janet Evanovich, following Wicked Appetite.
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The second book in the New York Times bestselling Lizzy and Diesel series from Janet Evanovich, following Wicked Appetite.
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Janet Evanovich, mega-bestselling author of the beloved Stephanie Plum series, is back and better than ever. Her novels, hailed by GQ as among the great joys of contemporary crime fiction, deliver rollicking adventure with crackling wit and hilarious mayhem. And, now, one of the hottest writers today returns with dynamic duo Lizzy and Diesel to prove that when hunting down bad guys, the real fun is in the chase.When Harvard University English professor and dyed-in-the-wool romantic Gilbert Reedy is mysteriously murdered and thrown off his fourth-floor balcony, Lizzy and Diesel take up his twenty-year quest for the Luxuria Stone, an ancient relic believed by some to be infused with the power of lust. Following clues contained in a cryptic nineteenth-century book of sonnets, Lizzy and Diesel tear through Boston catacombs, government buildings, and multimillion-dollar residences, leaving a trail of robbed graves, public disturbances, and spontaneous seduction.
Janet Evanovich does it again and gives us another exciting un-put-down-able read that is striking a chord with readers everywhere!
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CHAPTER ONEMy name is Lizzy Tucker, and I used to think I was normal. My hair is blond with some chemical assistance. My eyes are brown from my Grandpa Harry. I m 5'5" tall, and my breasts measure more than my waist so I m a happy camper. I had a mildly embarrassing childhood free from any truly significant disasters. I wasn t a cheerleader or the prom queen. I didn t graduate with honors. I chose culinary school after high school, where I limped my way through butchering beasts and excelled at baking cakes. I was engaged and disengaged. Good riddance to him. In January, three days after my twenty-eighth birthday, I inherited a house from my Great Aunt Ophelia, and I took a job as pastry chef at Dazzle s Bakery in Salem.
For five terrific months, I felt like my life was finally coming together. And then two men and a monkey dropped into my world and changed it forever.
One of the men is called Wulf, short for Gerwulf Grimoire. He s eerily handsome, with midnight black, shoulder-length hair that waves over his ears. His skin is pale, his eyes are dark, and his intentions are even darker. The other guy is big and scruffy, and beach bum blond. He has a hard muscled body, a questionable attitude, and a monkey named Carl. The big, scruffy guy is unexplainably charming, and he has only one name . . . Diesel.
The men are my age. And according to Diesel, we re part of a loosely organized band of humans with abilities beyond the ordinary. I don t entirely believe all this, but I don t disbelieve it, either. I recognize that some people are smarter, braver, stronger, can sing better, are luckier than others. So who s to say some people don t have abilities just north of normal. I mean, it s not like he s telling me he s Superman from the planet Krypton, right?
This is my first October in New England. I still love my job and Ophelia s small, two-bedroom saltbox that sits on the crest of a hill overlooking Marblehead Harbor. The house was built in 1740
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and over the years has had some renovation, with varying degrees of success. It s a little lopsided and the windows aren t plumb, but it has a working fireplace, and from day one it s felt like home.
Usually, I work from five in the morning until one in the afternoon, but today I had the day off. Rain was slanting against my kitchen windows, and the ancient maple in my backyard rattled in the wind. I was in the middle of chopping vegetables for soup when my back door blew open and Diesel stepped into my tiny mudroom. He was wearing motorcycle boots, washed-out jeans, a T shirt that advertised beer, and an unzipped gray sweatshirt. He had a two-day beard, his hair was thick and unruly and wet from the rain, and he was sex walking.
I need you to come with me, Diesel said. Some guy just got pitched off his fourth-floor balcony, and Wulf is involved. There s a rumor going around that Wulf s got a lead on another SALIGIA Stone. I imagine this murder fits in somehow.
The story Diesel tells is that seven ancient stones hold the power of the seven deadly sins. They re called the Stones of SALIGIA, and if you combine them in the same vessel you get really bad juju going . . . like hell on earth. Some people believe the stones have found their way to Salem. Wulf happens to be one of those people, and he s made it known that he wants them. Since Wulf is thought to inhabit the dark side from time to time, Diesel has been bestowed the responsibility of preventing him from collecting the stones.
Ordinarily, I wouldn t mind tagging along, I said to Diesel, but I m making soup.
Ok
Usually, I work from five in the morning until one in the afternoon, but today I had the day off. Rain was slanting against my kitchen windows, and the ancient maple in my backyard rattled in the wind. I was in the middle of chopping vegetables for soup when my back door blew open and Diesel stepped into my tiny mudroom. He was wearing motorcycle boots, washed-out jeans, a T shirt that advertised beer, and an unzipped gray sweatshirt. He had a two-day beard, his hair was thick and unruly and wet from the rain, and he was sex walking.
I need you to come with me, Diesel said. Some guy just got pitched off his fourth-floor balcony, and Wulf is involved. There s a rumor going around that Wulf s got a lead on another SALIGIA Stone. I imagine this murder fits in somehow.
The story Diesel tells is that seven ancient stones hold the power of the seven deadly sins. They re called the Stones of SALIGIA, and if you combine them in the same vessel you get really bad juju going . . . like hell on earth. Some people believe the stones have found their way to Salem. Wulf happens to be one of those people, and he s made it known that he wants them. Since Wulf is thought to inhabit the dark side from time to time, Diesel has been bestowed the responsibility of preventing him from collecting the stones.
Ordinarily, I wouldn t mind tagging along, I said to Diesel, but I m making soup.
Ok
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Autoren-Porträt von Janet Evanovich
Janet Evanovich
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Janet Evanovich
- 2012, 336 Seiten, Masse: 10,8 x 17,6 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Bantam Books
- ISBN-10: 0345527798
- ISBN-13: 9780345527790
- Erscheinungsdatum: 16.11.2012
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Praise for Janet EvanovichNo less than her plotting, Evanovich s characterizations are models of screwball artistry. . . . The intricate plot machinery of her comic capers is fueled by inventive twists. The New York Times
[Evanovich s novels are] among the great joys of contemporary crime fiction. GQ
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