This week I am reading Deep Kiss of Winter by Kresley Cole. I am also listening to The Night Season by Chelsea Cain. I think there is only one more book in the Chelsea Cain book. Maybe there will be more Gretchen in the next one as Night Season hasn’t had any of her so far. I’m only about halfway through though so that could change.
I would like to finally get my review of Nightwatcher by Wendy Corsi Staub up this week. I think I’ve been noodling the storyline long enough that I can talk about it sensibly. I really envy all you other bloggers that can review without giving away too much of the story. That is going to be hard with Nightwatcher since it is a thriller and there are so many twists and turns to the story that I am scared to give something away.
After a slow summer of chasing low-level skips for her cousin Vinnie’s bail bonds agency, Stephanie Plum finally lands an assignment that could put her checkbook back in the black. Geoffrey Cubbin, facing trial for embezzling millions from Trenton’s premier assisted-living facility, has mysteriously vanished from the hospital after an emergency appendectomy. Now it’s on Stephanie to track down the con man. Unfortunately, Cubbin has disappeared without a trace, a witness, or his money-hungry wife. Rumors are stirring that he must have had help with the daring escape . . . or that maybe he never made it out of his room alive. Since the hospital staff’s lips seem to be tighter than the security, and it’s hard for Stephanie to blend in to assisted living, Stephanie’s Grandma Mazur goes in undercover. But when a second felon goes missing from the same hospital, Stephanie is forced into working side by side with Trenton’s hottest cop, Joe Morelli, in order to crack the case.
The real problem is, no Cubbin also means no way to pay the rent. Desperate for money—or maybe just desperate—Stephanie accepts a secondary job guarding her secretive and mouthwatering mentor Ranger from a deadly Special Forces adversary. While Stephanie is notorious for finding trouble, she may have found a little more than she bargained for this time around. Then again—a little food poisoning, some threatening notes, and a bridesmaid’s dress with an excess of taffeta never killed anyone . . . or did they? If Stephanie Plum wants to bring in a paycheck, she’ll have to remember: No guts, no glory. . .