Janet Evanovich
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Janet Evanovich
Janet Evanovichis an American writer. She began her career writing short contemporary romance novels under the pen name Steffie Hall, but gained fame authoring a series of contemporary mysteries featuring Stephanie Plum, a former lingerie buyer from Trenton, New Jersey, who becomes a bounty hunter to make ends meet after losing her job. The novels in this series have been on the New York Times, USA Today, Wall Street Journal and Amazon bestseller lists. Evanovich has had her last seventeen...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth22 April 1943
CitySouth River, NJ
CountryUnited States of America
It's not the pizza, darlin', its my masculine presence." Joe Morelli
He specializes in virgins! The brush of his fingertips turns virgins into slobbering mush." Mary Lou Molnar
The way I see it, living in New Jersey is a challenge, what with the toxic waste and the eighteen wheelers and the armed schizophrenics." Connie Rosolli
you see what I'm saying?" Mooner said. "Something else always comes along. You go to jail, you don't have to worry about anything. No rent to pay. No food bill to sweat. Free dental plan. And that's worth something, dude.You don't wnat to stick your nose up at free dental.
You must be a terrible burden to your mother. I am feeling so sorry for her not to have a proper daughter." Mrs. Apusenja - To the Nines
Oh good. I love being bait for a homicidal mutilator." Stephanie Plum
I had an alarm, I had nerve gas, I had a yogurt. What more could anyone want?
I need to look like an idiot at least twice a day to keep myself humble.
He squinted at me. "What are you wearing? Is that some new form of birth control?
With the exception of dessert, food is food.
Life is about survival of the fittest, and Jersey is producing the master race.
My professional aspirations were simple - I wanted to be an intergalactic princess.
No one expected a first year engineering student to build the perfect bridge.
I took all of my rejection letters - there must have been thousands of them in a huge box - and I went out on the curb and burned them all, crying.