Kirk:Smoky Mountains Trout Fishing Guide
- Livro de bolso 2015, ISBN: 9780897320368
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Bantam. Good. 6.4 x 1.09 x 9.6 inches. Hardcover. 2015. 320 pages. Ex-library<br>NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER ? Lizzy and Di esel are back in a wicked adventure from Janet Evanovich an… mais…
Bantam. Good. 6.4 x 1.09 x 9.6 inches. Hardcover. 2015. 320 pages. Ex-library<br>NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER ? Lizzy and Di esel are back in a wicked adventure from Janet Evanovich and Emmy Award-winning co-author Phoef Sutton. Before he was murdered an d mummified nearly a century ago, notorious bootlegger Collier Pe g Leg Dazzle discovered and re-hid a famous pirate's treasure som ewhere along the coast of New England. A vast collection of gold and silver coins and precious gems, the bounty also contains the Stone of Avarice--the very item reluctant treasure seeker Lizzy T ucker and her partner, Diesel, have been enlisted to find. While Lizzy would just like to live a quiet, semi-normal life, Diesel i s all about the hunt. And this hunt is going to require a genuine treasure map and a ship worthy of sailing the seven seas . . . o r at least getting them from Salem Harbor to Maine. Greed is ete rnal and insatiable, and Lizzy and Diesel aren't the only ones se arching for the lost pirate's chest. People who have dedicated th eir entire lives to finding it are willing to commit murder or ma ke a deal with the devil just to hold the fortune in their hands. One of those people may even be Wulf, Diesel's deceptively charm ing and enigmatic cousin. Wulf desires the Stone of Avarice. He a lso desires Lizzy. It's hard to say how far he's willing to go to gain either one. Wicked Charms is a swashbuckling adventure ful l of raiders, monkeys, minions, and mayhem. Lizzy and Diesel are going to have to do everything they can to keep their heads above water and hope they're living a charmed life. Editorial Reviews Review Delivers what [Janet] Evanovich's readers have come to e xpect: laughs, oddball situations, quirky supporting characters, and a dash or two of romance.--Examiner About the Author Janet E vanovich is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Steph anie Plum series, the Fox and O'Hare series with co-author Lee Go ldberg, the Lizzy and Diesel series, the Alexandra Barnaby novels and Troublemaker graphic novel, and How I Write: Secrets of a Be stselling Author. Phoef Sutton is a writer, producer, and noveli st who has written for shows such as Cheers, News Radio, and Bost on Legal. Sutton is also the winner of two Emmy Awards, a Golden Globe, and a Peabody Award. Excerpt. ® Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter One My name is Lizzy Tucker, and I live in a small, slightly tilted historic house that sits on a hi ll overlooking Marblehead Harbor in Massachusetts. I inherited th e house from my Great-ÂAunt Ophelia when I was twenty-Âeight, and I'm not much older now. I share the house with a tiger-Âstriped shorthaired cat. When he was rescued from the shelter his tag sai d Cat 7143, and it's stuck as his name. Cat has one eye, half a t ail, and I'm pretty sure he was a ninja in a past life. I'm a Joh nson & Wales culinary school graduate, and when I'm not being ask ed to save the world I work as a pastry chef at Dazzle's Bakery i n Salem. It was ten o'clock at night, Cat and I were watching te levision in bed, and a big, scruffy, incredibly hot guy walked in to my bedroom. What the heck? I asked. Where did you come from? Originally? Switzerland, but I was mostly raised in Southern Cal ifornia. That's not what I mean. What are you doing in my Âbedro om? He kicked his shoes off. I'm undressing. And then I'm going to bed. No! Not allowed. Extenuating circumstance, he said, pee ling off his shirt. I'm between places of residence. I don't car e if you're between a rock and a hard spot. You can't stay here. His jeans hit the floor. Of course I can. We're partners. We're not that kind of partners. We work together. We're not supposed to be . . . you know. Don't get your panties in a bunch. I have total Âself-Âcontrol. I leaned forward for a closer look. Are th ose parrots on your boxers? I got them in Key West. Cool, right? Okay, I have to admit it. The whole package was cool. The guy's name is Diesel. That's it. Only one name. And the name suits him because he plows over you like a freight train. He's over six fe et of hard-Âmuscled male perfection. His dark blond hair is thick and sun-Âstreaked and perpetually mussed. His eyes are brown and unreadable. His smile is like Christmas morning. His attitude is deceptive--Âcasual on the outside but intense on the inside. His moral code is all his own. All right. You win, I said, knowing there was no way I could physically remove him. You can sleep on the couch. He stuck his thumb into the waistband on his boxers. I don't fit on the couch. Hey, I said. Wait a minute! Too late. The boxers were on the floor with his shirt and jeans. I clappe d my hands over my eyes. I can't believe you just did that. I sl eep nude. Women don't usually mind. I mind! I get that, Diesel said. Move over. I have a queen-Âsize bed. Plenty big enough for me and Cat. Not big enough for me and Cat and Diesel. Truth is, I wouldn't mind getting romantic with Diesel, but we have an odd relationship. Diesel isn't normal. And it would seem that I'm not normal, either. I thought I was normal until Diesel popped into my life shortly after I moved to Marblehead. Now weird is the new normal. The way Diesel tells it, there are some people on Earth who have enhanced abilities that can't be explained in ordinary ways. They might be useful abilities, such as Diesel's talent for opening locks. Or they might be hellacious powers, such as calli ng down lightning or levitating a garbage truck. Crazy, right? It gets even better. Supposedly there are seven ancient stones that hold the powers of the seven deadly sins. They're known as the s even SALIGIA Stones. If these stones fall into the wrong hands, a ll hell will, quite literally, break loose. I'm one of two people in the world who have the ability to locate the stones. Sort of like a human divining rod. Lucky me. So far, Diesel and I have ac quired two of the stones, nearly getting blown up and kidnapped a nd chopped into tiny pieces with a broadsword in the process. Whe n we find a stone, Diesel sends it off to some higher power for s afekeeping. At least that's his story. We're not supposed to sle ep together, I said. Sleeping is okay. Getting busy not so much. Turns out if two people with enhanced abilities get busy, one o f them will discover that their special powers have gone up in sm oke. If I could be sure it was my special powers that would disap pear, I'd be happy to take one for the team. But what if it was D iesel who got cleaned out? I'd be on my own to save the world. Th is wouldn't be a good thing. I grabbed a pillow and put it betwe en us. Just to be safe, I said. Sweetheart, if I decide to risk my abilities, that pillow isn't going to save you. . . . My ala rm went off at four-Âfifteen in the morning, and I rolled over in to Diesel. He was deliciously warm, he smelled like gingerbread c ookies, and the pillow was missing. Hey, I said. Are you awake? I am now. Something's poking at me under the covers, I said. Th at better not be what I think it is. Maybe you should take a loo k just to be sure you've identified it correctly. That would be awkward. I could deal, Diesel said. It might lead to . . . thin gs. I sensed him smile in the dark room. No doubt. He moved ove r me and kissed me. There was some tongue involved, and heat floo ded into every part of me. So maybe I could save the world on my own if it came down to that, I thought. Maybe I didn't care if on e of us lost our abilities. Maybe I just cared about running my h ands over every fantastic part of him, and then following it with my mouth, and then the inevitable would happen. Oh boy, I really wanted the inevitable. Damn, Diesel said. What? What damn? He slipped out of bed and got dressed in the clothes that were lyin g on the floor. There's a problem, he said. Can you solve it? A bsolutely. He laced up his shoes. I'll be back. ., Bantam, 2015, 2.5, Menasha Ridge Press, USA, 1985. Edition Unstated. Softcover. Poor Condition. Used poor. Text appears to have markings, Cover has wear such as water damage, corner bumps and waves from the water damage. Still readable. Quantity Available: 1. Shipped Weight: Under 1 kilo. Category: Fishing & Hunting; ISBN: 0897320360. ISBN/EAN: 9780897320368. Pictures of this item not already displayed here available upon request. Inventory No: 1561030273. . 9780897320368, Menasha Ridge Press, 1985, 1<