Janet Evanovich
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
With the exception of dessert, food is food.
A woman's never too old to make an idiot of herself. It goes along with equality of the sexes and potty parity.
Life is about survival of the fittest, and Jersey is producing the master race.
I'd do the lifting, but I just got a manicure. And I notice you don't have a manicure at all. Only thing noticeable about your hands is the missing tan on your ring finger that I don't care about. -Lula
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.
Go figure that. Joseph Morelli with a house, a dog, a steady job, and an SUV. And on odd days of the month he woke up wanting to marry me. It turns out want to marry him on even days of the month, so to date we've been spared commitment.
He’s sort of a homeless horse,” I said. “I’m leaving for the airport in two seconds, and I won’t be back for a couple days. You can put the horse in the garage, but I don’t want that horse in my apartment.” “Who would put a horse in an apartment? That’s dumb.” “Where’s the horse staying now?” “My apartment.” “I can always count on you to brighten my day,” Ranger said. And he disconnected.
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.
Stephanie, I'm begging you. Eat some doughnuts. I can't keep going like this." - Morelli
The note wasn't signed, but I could tell it was from Morelli by the way my nipples got hard.
My Spanish is limited to burrito and taco,
Ranger Smiled. 'You want me to be Superman? Spend the night with me.
Last time you called me late at night you were naked and chained to your shower curtain rod. I hope this isn't going to be disappointing.