She writes "high speed comic mayhem" (Detroit Free Press); she s "a blast of fresh air" (Washington Post), "side-splittingly funny" (Publishers Weekly) and "a winner" (Glamour). In other words, she s Janet Evanovich. And she debuts at HarperCollins with a spectacular new novel, complete with high stakes, hot nights, murder and graft. Not to mention car chases, car races, car explosions, and car--well, you get the idea.
Alexandra Barnaby got the brains in her family. The little gray cells certainly bypassed Barney s younger brother, Wild Bill. He s a pretty good boat captain but he s taken on a new job with his eyes conveniently closed. Before long, Bill goes missing, so Barney is dispatched to Florida with the bugs and the heat and the bad-hair-day humidity. Barney s thinking things can t get too much worse as she makes the rounds of South Beach, unemployed and sunburned, following her brother s trail of broken-hearted bimbos.
Too bad for Barney--she s wrong about the getting worse part. Enter Sam Hooker. Somebody s stolen his boat and the trail leads to--you guessed it--Wild Bill. Since Will Bill is missing, Hooker decides to follow Barney and see if she can lead him to his boat.
Dogs and cats never die in the world of Evanovich, and bad guys are almost always brought to justice. Sam Hooker and Alexandra Barnaby, in their quest to reclaim what s theirs, blast through Florida from Daytona straight on to Key West, exposing a plot to grab Cuban land and to lay waste the people involved. Cussing and tasteless sexual inneuendo included.
By the time Barney and Hooker were stranded, "Survivor"-style, on a desert island complete with creepy-crawly creatures and a rogue bomb, I was won over by the sheer comic ingenuity of Metro Girl's loopy plot.