Visions of Sugar Plums (Stephanie Plum Between-the-Numbers #1)

Visions of Sugar Plums (Stephanie Plum Between-the-Numbers #1)

by Janet Evanovich

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Overview

It's five days before Christmas and things are not looking merry for Fugitive Apprehension Agent Stephanie Plum. She hasn't got a tree. She hasn't bought any presents. The malls are jam-packed with staggering shoppers. There's not a twinkle light anywhere to be seen in her apartment.

And there's a strange man in her kitchen.

Sure, this has happened to Stephanie Plum before. Strangers, weirdos, felons, creeps, and lunatics are always finding their way to her front door. But this guy is different. This guy is mysterious, sexy-and he has his own agenda. His name is Diesel and he is a man on a mission. And Diesel is unlike anyone Stephanie has ever met before in her life. The question is, what does he want with her? Can he help her find a little old toy maker who has skipped out on his bail right before Christmas? Can he survive the Plum family holiday dinner? Can he get Stephanie a tree that doesn't look like it was grown next to a nuclear power plant? These questions and more are keeping Stephanie awake at night. Not to mention the fact that she needs to find a bunch of nasty elves, her sister Valerie has a Christmas "surprise" for the Plums, her niece Mary Alice doesn't believe in Santa anymore, and Grandma Mazur has a new stud muffin. So bring out the plastic reindeer, strap on your jingle bells, and get ready to celebrate the holidays-Jersey style. In Janet Evanovich's Visions of Sugar Plums, the world of Plum has never been merrier!

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780312947040
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 10/30/2007
Series: Stephanie Plum Series
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 192
Sales rank: 83,111
Product dimensions: 4.19(w) x 6.78(h) x 0.55(d)

About the Author

Janet Evanovich is the author of the Stephanie Plum books, including One for the Money and Sizzling Sixteen, and the Diesel & Tucker series, including Wicked Appetite. Janet studied painting at Douglass College, but that art form never quite fit, and she soon moved on to writing stories. She didn't have instant success: she collected a big box of rejection letters. As she puts it, "When the box was full I burned the whole damn thing, crammed myself into pantyhose and went to work for a temp agency." But after a few months of secretarial work, she managed to sell her first novel for $2,000. She immediately quit her job and started working full-time as a writer. After a dozen romance novels, she switched to mystery, and created Stephanie Plum. The rest is history. Janet's favorite exercise is shopping, and her drug of choice is Cheeze Doodles. She and her husband live in New Hampshire, in house with a view of the Connecticut River Valley.

Hometown:

Hanover, New Hampshire

Date of Birth:

April 22, 1943

Place of Birth:

South River, New Jersey

Education:

B.A., Douglass College, 1965

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CHAPTER 1

My name is Stephanie Plum and I've got a strange man in my kitchen.  He appeared out of nowhere.  One minute I was sipping coffee, mentally planning out my day.  And then the next minute Öpoof, there he was.

He was over six feet, with wavy blond hair pulled into a ponytail, deep-set brown eyes, and an athlete's body.  He looked to be late twenties, maybe thirty.  He was dressed in jeans, boots, a grungy, white thermal shirt hanging loose over the jeans, and a beat-up, black leather jacket hanging on broad shoulders.  He was sporting two days of beard growth, and he didn't look happy.

"Well isn't this perfect," he said, clearly disgusted, hands on hips, taking me in.

My heart was tap-dancing in my chest.  I was at a total loss.  I didn't know what to think or what to say.  I didn't know who he was or how he got into my kitchen.  He was frightening, but even more than that he had me flustered.  It was like going to a birthday party and arriving a day early.  It was like Öwhat the heck's going on?

"How?" I asked.  "What?"

"Hey, don't ask me, lady," he said.  "I'm as surprised as you are."

"How'd you get into my apartment?"

"Sweet cakes, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."  He moved to the refrigerator, opened the door, and helped himself to a beer.  He cracked the beer open, took a long pull, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.  "You know how people get beamed down on Star Trek?  It's sort of like that."

Okay, so I've got a big slob of a guy drinking beer in my kitchen, and I think he might be crazy.  The only other possibility I can come up with is that I'm hallucinating and he isn't real.  I smoked some pot in college but that was about it.  Don't think I'd get a flashback from wacky tobacky.  There were mushrooms on the pizza last night.  Could that be it?

Fortunately, I work in bail bond enforcement, and I'm sort of used to scary guys showing up in closets and under beds.  I inched my way across the kitchen, stuck my hand into my brown bear cookie jar, and pulled out my .38 five-shot Smith & Wesson.

"Cripes," he said, "what are you gonna do, shoot me?  Like that would change anything."  He looked more closely at the gun and shook his head in another wave of disgust.  "Honey, there aren't any bullets in that gun."

"There might be one," I said.  "I might have one chambered."

"Yeah, right."  He finished the beer and sauntered out of the kitchen, into the living room.  He looked around and moved to the bedroom.

"Hey," I yelled.  "Where do you think you're going? That's it, I'm calling the police."

"Give me a break," he said.  "I'm having a really shitty day."  He kicked his boots off and flopped onto my bed. He scoped out the room from his prone position.  "Where's the television?"

"In the living room."

"Oh man, you don't even have a television in your bedroom.  Someone's really sticking it to me"

I cautiously moved closer to the bed, and I reached out and touched him.

"Yeah, I'm real," he said.  "Sort of.  And all my equipment works."  He smiled for the first time.  It was a knock-your-socks-off smile.  Dazzling white teeth and good-humored eyes that crinkled at the corners.  "In case you're interested."

The smile was good.  The news was bad.  I didn't know what sort of real meant.  And I wasn't sure I liked the idea that his equipment worked.  All in all, it didn't do a lot to help my heart rate.  Truth is, I'm pretty much a chicken-shit bounty hunter.  Still, while I'm not the world's bravest person, I can bluff with the best of them, so I did an eye-roll.  "Get a grip."

"You'll come around," he said.  "They always do."

"They?"

"Women.  Women love me," he said.

Good thing I didn't have a bullet chambered as threatened because I'd definitely shoot this guy.  "Do you have a name?"

"Diesel."

"Is that your first name or your last name?"

"That's my whole name.  Who are you?"

"Stephanie Plum."

"You live here alone?"

"No."

"That's a big fib," he said.  "You have living alone written all over you."

I narrowed my eyes.  "Excuse me?"

"You're not exactly a sex goddess," he said.  "Hair from hell.  Baggy sweatpants.  No make-up.  Lousy personality.  Not that there isn't some potential.  You have an okay shape.  What are you, 34B?  And you've got a good mouth.  Nice pouty lips."  He threw me another smile.  "A guy could get ideas looking at those lips."

Great.  The nutcase who somehow got into my apartment was getting ideas about my lips.  Thoughts of serial rapists and sex killings went racing through my mind.  My mother's warnings echoed in my ears.  Watch out for strangers.  Keep your door locked.  Yes, but it's not my fault, I reasoned.  He's a crazy alien.  How do you keep aliens out?

I took his boots, carried them to the front door, and threw them into the hall.  "Your boots are in the hall," I yelled.  "If you don't come get them, I'm pitching them down the trash chute."

My neighbor, Mr. Wolesky, stepped out of the elevator with his arms loaded up with bags.  "Five days to Christmas and the stores are picked clean," he said.  "And they all say everything's on sale but I know they jack up the prices.  They always gotta gouge you at Christmas.  There should be a law.  Somebody should look into it."

Mr. Wolesky unlocked his door, lurched inside and slammed the door after himself.  The door lock clicked into place, and I heard Mr. Wolesky's television go on.

Diesel elbowed me aside, went into the hall, and retrieved his boots.  "You know, you have a real attitude problem," he said.

"Attitude this," I told him, closing my door, locking him out of the apartment.

The bolt shot back, the lock tumbled, and Diesel opened the door, walked to the couch, and sat down to put his boots on.

Hard to pick an emotion here.  Confused and astounded would be high on the list.  Scared bonkers wasn't far behind.  "How'd you do that?" I said, squeaky-voiced and breathless.  "How'd you unlock my door?"

"I don't know.  It's just one of those things we can do."

Goosebumps prickled on my forearms.  "Now I'm really creeped out."

"Relax.  I'm not going to hurt you.  Hell, I'm supposed to make your life better."  He gave a snort and another bark of laughter at that.  "Yeah, right," he said.

Deep breath, Stephanie.  Not a terrific time to hyperventilate.  If I passed out from lack of oxygen, God knows what would happen.  Suppose he was from outer space, and he conducted an anal probe while I was unconscious?  A shiver ripped through me.  Yuck!  "What are we looking at here?" I asked him.  "Ghost?  Vampire?  Space alien?"

 He slouched back into the couch and zapped the television on.  "You're in the ballpark."

I was at a loss.  How do you get rid of someone who can unlock locks?  You can't even have him arrested by the police.  And even if I decided to call the police, what would I say?  I have a sort of real guy in my apartment?

"Suppose I cuffed you and chained you to something.  What then?"

He was channel-surfing, concentrating on the television.  "I could get loose."

"Suppose I shot you."

"I'd be pissed off.  And it's not smart to piss me off."

"But could I kill you?  Could I hurt you?"

"What is this, twenty questions?  I'm looking for a game here.  What time is it, anyway? And where am I?"

"You're in Trenton, New Jersey.  It's eight o'clock in the morning.  And you didn't answer my question."

He flipped the television off.  "Crap.  Trenton.  I should have guessed.  Eight in the morning.  I have a whole day to look forward to.  Wonderful.  And the answer to your question is Öa qualified no.  It wouldn't be easy to kill me, but I suppose if you put your mind to it you could come up with something."

I went to the kitchen and phoned my next door neighbor, Mrs. Karwatt.  "I was wondering if you could come over for just a second," I said.  "There's something I'd like to show you."  A moment later, I ushered Mrs. Karwatt into my living room.  "What do you see?" I asked her.  "Is there anyone sitting on my couch?"

"There's a man on your couch," Mrs. Karwatt said.  "He's big, and he has a blond ponytail.  Is that the right answer?"

"Just checking," I said to Mrs. Karwatt.  Thanks."

Mrs. Karwatt left but Diesel remained.

"She could see you," I said to him.

"Well, duh."

He'd been in my apartment for almost a half hour now, and he hadn't done a full head rotation or tried to wrestle me down to the ground.  That was a good sign, right?  My mother's voice returned.  It means nothing.  Don't let your guard down.  He could be a maniac!  Frightening, right?

"What are you doing here?" I asked him, curiosity beginning to override panic.

He stood and stretched and scratched his stomach.  "How about if I'm the friggin' Spirit of Christmas?"

My mouth dropped open.  The friggin' Spirit of Christmas.  I must be dreaming.  Probably I'd dreamed I'd called Mrs. Karwatt, too.  The friggin' Spirit of Christmas.  That's actually pretty funny.

"Here's the thing," I said to him.  "I have enough Christmas spirit.  I don't actually need you."

"Not my call, Gracie.  Personally, I hate Christmas.  And I'd prefer to be sitting under a palm tree right now, but hey, here I am.  So let's get on with it."

"My name's not Gracie."

"Whatever."  He looked around.  "Where's your tree?  You're supposed to have a stupid Christmas tree."

"I haven't had time to buy a tree.  There's this guy I'm trying to find.  Sandy Claws, wanted for burglary, and now he's failed to appear for his court appearance, so he's in violation of his bond agreement."

"Hah!  Good one.  That's a prize-winning excuse for not having a Christmas tree.  Let me see if I've got the details right.  You're a bounty hunter?"

"Yes."

"Very sexy."

I did another eye-roll.

"And you're after Santa Claus because he skipped."

"Not Santa Claus," I said.  "Sandy Claws.  S-a-n-d-y C-l-a-w-s.

"Sandy Claws.  Cripes, how would you like to have that name?  I bet he uses kitty litter."

This was coming from a guy named for a train engine.  "First, I have a legitimate job.  I work for Vincent Plum Bail Bonds as a bond enforcement agent.  Second, Claws isn't such a weird name.  It was probably Klaus and changed at Ellis Island.  It happened a lot.  Third, I don't know why I'm explaining this to you.  Probably, I had a stroke and fell down and hit my head and I'm actually in ICU right now, dreaming all this."

"You see, this is typical of the problem.  Nobody believes in the mystical anymore.  Nobody believes in miracles.  As it happens, I'm a little supernatural.  Why can't you just accept that and go with it?  I bet you don't believe in Santa Claus either.  Maybe Sandy Claws didn't have his name changed from Klaus.  Maybe he had his name changed from Santa Claus.  Maybe the old guy got tired of the toys-for-kids routine and just wanted to go hide out somewhere."

"So you think it might be Santa Claus living in Trenton under an assumed name?"

Diesel shrugged.  "It's possible.  Santa's a pretty shifty guy.  He has a dark side, you know."

"I didn't know that."

"Not many people know that.  So if you could catch this Claws guy, you'd get a Christmas tree?"

"Probably not.  I haven't got money for a tree.  And I haven't got any ornaments."

"Oh man, I'm stuck with a whiner.  No time, no money, no ornaments.  Yadda, yadda, yadda."

"Hey, it's my life and I don't have to have a Christmas tree if I don't want one."

"Everyone wants a Christmas tree.  If you had a Christmas tree, Santa would bring you stuffÖlike hair curlers and slut shoes."

"Give it up.  I'm not getting a tree.  End of discussion.  And you're going to have to leave because I have things to do.  I have to work on the Claws case and then later I promised my mother I'd be over to bake Christmas cookies."

"Not a good plan. I have a better plan.  How about we find Claws and then we shop for a tree?  And on the way home from the tree, we can see if the Titans are playing tonight.  Maybe we can catch a hockey game."

"How do you know about the Titans?"

"I know everything."

I did yet another eye-roll and brushed past him.  I was doing so many eye-rolls, they were giving me a headache. I'd planned to take a shower, but there was no way I was getting into the shower with a strange man sitting in my living room.  "I'm changing my clothes, and then I'm going to work.  You aren't going to pop into my bedroom, are you?"

"Do you want me to?"

"No!"

"Your loss."  He returned to the couch and television.  "Let me know if you change your mind."

An hour later we were in my Honda CRV.  Me and Supernatural Man.  I hadn't invited him to ride along with me.  He'd simply unlocked the door and gotten into the car.

"Admit it, you're getting to like me, right?" he asked.

"Wrong, I don't like you.  But, for some unfathomable reason, I'm not totally freaked out."

"It's because I'm charming."

"You are not charming.  You're a jerk."

He flashed another one of the killer smiles at me.  "Yeah, but I'm a charming jerk."

I was driving and Diesel was riding shotgun, flipping through my folder on Claws.  "So what do we do here, go to his house and drag him out?"

"I stopped by his house yesterday, and his wife said he'd disappeared.  I think she knows where he is so I'm going back today to put some pressure on her."

"Sixty-seven years old, and this guy broke into Kreider's Hardware at two in the morning and stole fifteen hundred dollars' worth of power tools and a gallon of Morning Glory yellow paint," Diesel read.  "Got caught on a security camera.  What an idiot.  Everybody knows you've got to wear a ski mask when you pull a job like that.  Doesn't he watch television?  Doesn't he go to the movies?"

Diesel pulled out a file photo.  "Hold the phone.  Is this the guy?"

"Yes."

Diesel's face brightened and the smile returned.  "And you stopped by his house yesterday?"

"Yes."

"Are you any good at what you do?  Are you good at tracking down people?"

"No.  But I'm lucky."

"Even better," he said.

"You look like you've had a revelation."

"Big time.  The pieces are beginning to fit together."

"And?"

"Sorry," he said.  "It was one of those personal revelations."


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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Its fine if you don ' t mind paying $7.00 for an 81 page book. I wish they would put the page count in the description so we know what we are buying.
BookSeriesJunkie More than 1 year ago
This book was a decent diversion in between the Evanovich numbers books, but I found the character Diesel's tendencies toward the "supernatural" a bit much. If you're interested in starting another series... I've found Laurell K. Hamilton's character Anita Blake to be a similar (but much more hard-core) version of Stephanie Plum who solves vampire and paranormal mysteries.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I think people take this book a bit too seriously. I personally loved it, my favorite character, Ranger, doesn't show and obviously that was disappointing, but with the book being a meager five chapters it's hard to be too upset. This VERY random introduction of superhero types will definitely upset a lot of people, but I loved it. It's random, it's fun, it makes me wonder about the true origins of Ranger. It's risky and out there but at the same time refreshing to see something like that tossed into a series at random with no apparent intention of making it part of the general plot. But try not to think of it as another Stephanie Plum novel, as it's obviously not, even if it has most of the characters. More like a short story, not meant to be incredible, maybe just fun, maybe 'just because'.
Bookworm1951 More than 1 year ago
The plot is stupid beyond belief!! Stephanie meets and ?angel?, ?supernatural hero? or whatever he is. You never do find out in this short 81 page book. Only 75 pages are actual text. I know all price issues should be sent directly to Barnes and Nobel because the publishers determine the price but honestly!!! The price is way too high for this story. Very disappointed.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good story but 8 bucks for 81 pages is to much.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Still fun Plum antics but I was not a fan of the supernatural twist that was left completely unexplained. Not realistic at all.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Cute, quick read. Not a fan of the supernatural aspect that was added in. The funny and quirkiness that I love is still there.
kaitlynlenhart More than 1 year ago
good, but not as good as the regular novels
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fun, festive Stephanie Plum story made hilarious with the addition of elves and tons of Christmas cheer.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love Evonovich's humor
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Nice Christmas Story.
sagustocox on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Janet Evanovich's Visions of Sugar Plums is a fun holiday listen. The hubby and I listened to this book on our morning commutes and it was a short one at only 3 discs. Visions of Sugar Plums is a "Between the numbers novel."I haven't read any of the number novels yet, but I do have them--thanks to my mom. We started with this audio book and found it amusing. It's not as funny as A Dirty Job by Christopher Moore, but it is mildly funny.The main character, Stephanie Plum, is a bounty hunter working through the holidays to catch a defendant, Sandy Claws, who jumped bond. She hasn't had time to get a tree or presents for her New Jersey-based family. One morning she wakes up to a strange, yet hunky man, in her kitchen. He introduces himself as Diesel, but she wonders if he's a killer, burglar, or alien. Turns out he's in town bothering her for a whole other reason--the spirit of Christmas. Will she get the presents she needs for her family, will Diesel help her find the spirit of Christmas, and will she apprehend Mr. Claws?My favorite parts of this novel involve the "elves" and Plum's Grandma Mazur. They make this novel fun and festive. One of my favorite scenes is when Mazur is searching for her dentures, which are missing, before her "stud muffin" arrives for their date. They eventually find the dentures in a stuffed dinosaur and they are painted with pretty rainbows thanks to a little girl named Mary Alice, Plum niece. I couldn't stop laughing as I imagined my grandmother's dentures in her mouth with rainbows and other brightly colored images on them. Talk about a winning smile.My husband loves the part where Plum and Diesel enter the toy factory looking for Sandy Claws and find a bunch of "midgets" dressed as elves. Let's just say you shouldn't call elves midgets. . .they get feisty and start a riot. Imagine elves screaming, "Get her!" And jumping up onto a female bounty hunter to regain their respect.For a light holiday read, this book will fit the bill. I wouldn't have paid full price for the audio book, but it's worth a check out at the library.
onyx95 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Walking into the kitchen to find a strange man she had never met before was a little concerning, but being a bounty hunter, Stephanie Plum figured she could handle it. Between Diesel showing up unannounced, her new bail skip (Sandy Claws) and Christmas being less than a week away, Stephanie really didn¿t have the time to argue about Diesel wanting to go with her and help her find Sandy. Whether he was a help or not, tracking Sandy down was the only way she was going to gather enough money to feel like she could get gifts for her family this year, and she hadn¿t even gotten a tree yet either. Book 1 (well, book 8.5 if you are looking at it from the Stephanie Plum Number series) ¿.. One of the only series that I have read out of order, I actually have read a couple of the ¿Between the Numbers¿ books and the new Unmentionables with Diesel in it, so I knew what to expect from him. Still it was fun to `meet him for the first time¿ from Stephanie¿s point of view. It was the typical Stephanie Plum / Janet Evanovich book, complete with the burning to the ground of her car. Several good one line jokes that kept the suspense of the mystery light. It wasn¿t as fast paced as I was expecting and it fell a little short compared to some, but still a fun light read.
MrsLee on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Woot! What a fun story. Sort of a combination of Bad Santa, Miracle on 34th Street, Elf, The Bishop's Wife and X-men combined with a New Jersey family flair. Just what I needed to kick off my Christmas reading, now I will be very excited to read other Stephanie Plum novels. I love her sense of humor and no-nonsense approach to men, her family and odd things thrown her way.
jules72653 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Amusing enough story that I breezed thru in a couple of hours.
krsball on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Snort-tastic, just like all the Stephanie Plum books. LOVE.
CathyE on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Cute Christmas book. I enjoyed it very much.
Clara53 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Enjoyable light reading which is so needed sometimes after reading serious books. Great humor.
tipsister on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Visions of Sugarplums is a "between the numbers" edition of Janet Evanovich's Stephanie Plum series. This story takes place between books 8 and 9. I was actually surprised that it advanced the series as I thought it was going to be more of a stand alone book. Stephanie wakes up one morning to find a strange man in her living room. Fortunately, this is not an unusual situation for her. She tends to have that problem regularly. Diesel is something not quite human and that puts Stephanie more on guard than normal. Stephanie's current case is to find a man named Sandy Claws (appropriate at Christmastime) and Diesel is trying to find him as well.The story moves right along as the paperback is only around 160 pages. There are a few developments regarding Stephanie's family but nothing much changes in her very mixed up love life. These books are all on the light and fun side which is a nice thing to read when life gets a little heavy.
tally1302 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Visions of Sugar Plums is a short holiday insert to Evanovich's Plum series.Nothing epitomises Evanovich's humour and flair for imagery like this short extract:"It was Lorraine in her nightie and Mo in his cap. They'd just settled their brains for a long winter's nap in front of the television. When out in the lot there arose such a clatter, they sprang from their recliners to see what was the matter. Away to the window they flew like a flash, tore open the blinds and threw up the sash. And what to their wondering eyes should appear, but Stephanie Plum and yet another of her cars burning front to rear." ¿ Janet EvanovichThis is more a novella than a novel, but still highly enjoyable as any of Evanovich's Plum Novels. Good for a night's reading.
clif_hiker on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
it's a Christmas Story! So it has to have some supernatural elements. Made me tear up at the end ... what more can you ask from a Christmas story?
kresslya on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Not the best novel in her series. Much of the story was a build up to what I thought was going to be the big ending, but instead the novel just ended. I found it to be a disappointing ending. One of the better parts of the novels was the appearance of Diesel for the first time.
TGPistole on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Although I have read a number of Evanovich's Stephanie Plum books, I was a bit skeptical of this one. I did eventually give it a try and was pleasantly surprised. These books always sit on the edge for me, so close to going over into pure pulp fiction, but they never do. This one also pushed me close to the limits, at least initially, but then I really got into the story. Even if the story itself was lacking--and this one was not--you got to enjoy some of the characters that populate the Plum series.
lcrouch on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Not up to her Stephanie Plum standards. Just so-so.