Smoking 17, by Janet Evanovich.
Once again Stephanie Plum finds herself in the middle of a murder plot. While starting on building the new bonds office, the construction workers uncover a hand. Now bodies are starting to come up everywhere. And what’s worse, they’re “For Stephanie”.
I’m satisfied with this book, it’s got curses, sex, violence, breaking and entering, explosions, stolen cars, acid reflux and food. What more can you want out of a Stephanie Plum novel? Not a whole lot.
Now I am dying to get the next one, and I’ve got to wait a while yet. It’d be out of sequence to order it now, plus I’ve got the hunger games to read.
11 books down, 89 to go!