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Full Scoop : Janet Evanovich's Full Series : Book 6 - Janet Evanovich

Full Scoop

Janet Evanovich's Full Series : Book 6

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Published: 4th April 2006
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Dear Reader:

There's a whole lot of trouble going on in Beaumont, South Carolina. According to resident psychic-slash-astrologer, Destiny Moultrie, Mercury's in retrograde; Venus is in the seventh house, and the combination has turned Cupid wacko! Chaos rules as tempers flare and lust runs rampant. Newlyweds Max Holt and Jamie Swift-Holt are trying to make a baby, but their recently purchased antebellum mansion is under renovation and filled with feuding contractors. Vera has a crush on her new mailman, and is bent on looking ten years younger. Destiny is marked for marriage by the changing planets, and she's running for her life as the local redneck and bait shop owner is determined to make her his. Meanwhile, local pediatrician Maggie Davenport has considerably bigger problems now that her wild-girl past has caught up in the form of ex-boyfriend and jailbird who just flew the coop—and is determined to track her and her daughter down. If he doesn't expose her secrets, there's a good chance Jamie's editor, intent on getting the Full Scoop, will. Fortunately, FBI agent Zack Madden is on hand for protection; but the new danger is the wild attraction he and Maggie share. Fleas the hound dog is experiencing his first crush on Maggie's adorable and alluring…um…pygmy goat? Add to that an Elvis convention and a local root doctor and hoodoo practitioner who decides it's time she take charge; only to have one of her spells backfire, and you've got a gut-busting, laugh-out-loud story we hope you won't forget!

It's just another wild ride in the town we love to write about, and the character's we can't get enough of. So kick off your shoes, sit back, and enjoy a FULL SCOOP of fun, adventure, and romance. Janet and Charlotte

"The Jamie Swift and Max Holt series moves to a new level…as always, the dialogue and events are outrageous, wacky, and just plain fun."

-Romantic Times on Full Blast

About the Author

Janet Evanovich lives in New Hampshire and has won major crime fiction awards for her Stephanie Plum novels: ONE FOR THE MONEY received the Crime Writers Association John Creasey Award and the Dilys Award, TWO FOR THE DOUGH won the CWA Last Laugh Award and THREE TO GET DEADLY was awarded the CWA Silver Dagger for 1997.

"Will greatly please readers with its rapid-fire dialogue, roller-coaster pace, and unconventional characters."--"Booklist" on "Full Bloom"
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"A strong, comedic romantic mystery."--"Midwest"" Book Review" on "Full Bloom"
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"This new entry in the Jamie Swift and Max Holt series is delightful and has a little bit of everything in it--romance, humor, and terrific characters. Evanovich and Hughes really know how to show a reader a good time."--"Affaire de Coeur" on "Full Bloom"
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"Evanovich and Hughes are a true joy to read."--"Rendezvous "on "Full Bloom"
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"Crazy, fun, and sometimes downright hilarious, "Full Bloom" is the type of story you read to make your own life seem tame...a great read!"--"Romance Reader at Heart" on "Full Bloom"

"Packed with quirky characters, a mysterious murder, and the developing romance between Wes and Annie, there are plenty of side-splitting moments to be found in "Full Bloom" Evanovich and Hughes make [comedy] look easy with their latest release."--"Romance Reviews Today" on "Full Bloom"

"A mad caper that will have you laughing at the characters' antics and hot over the sexual tension. Evanovich and Hughes have penned a story rich in characterization, setting, and wonderful quick-witted dialogue that will keep you glued until the very end definitely a keeper."--"Fallen Angel Reviews" on "Full Bloom"

"Humorous and entertaining Evanovich and Hughes guarantee a lot of fun for the reader."
--"Fresh Fiction" on "Full Bloom"

Chapter One

“Maggie, what in the world are you doing up there!” Standing on her swivel desk chair, Dr. Maggie Davenport jumped at the sound of her nurse’s voice. The chair pivoted, swung to the right in a half circle. Maggie said, “Eek!,” and grabbed one of the shelves of the built-in bookcase, knocking off several medical books, including Gray’s Anatomy. The tome bounced off her head. “Ugh!” Maggie winced as tiny dots blinked back at her like fireflies. The chair rolled several inches.

Nurse Queenie Cloud stood motionless, her mouth forming a perfect O. “You’re going to kill yourself!” Maggie tried to get the chair under control, but it refused to cooperate, twisting back and forth as though trying to dance to an old Chubby Checker tune. “Holy crap!” Queenie bolted forward and Maggie reached out blindly, accidentally sinking her fingers into the other woman’s cap of tightly wound white curls. “Let go of my hair!” Queenie cried. She caught the back of the chair and steadied it. “Get down from there before we both end up going to the ER!” “It’s not my fault you came in here and scared me half to death while I was searching for a reference book,” Maggie said. She managed to climb from the chair without further injury, but her head was already beginning to throb.

“What reference book?” Queenie asked. Maggie finger-combed her dark hair from her face, squared her shoulders, and tried to appear as professional as she could under the circumstances. “My, um, Encyclopedia of Rare Illnesses. If you must know,” she added in her best physician’s voice.

“Don’t you go batting those baby-blue eyes at me,” Queenie said, “and don’t think for one minute I don’t know what you were looking for. You were trying to find your stash, that’s what you were doing.” She gave a grunt. “You haven’t even been clean for twenty-four hours.” Maggie should have known better than to try to pull a fast one on Queenie. At seventy, the woman was as sharp as the day she’d gone to work for Maggie’s grandfather. Six-year-old Maggie had shaken the black woman’s hand and promptly announced that she knew how babies were made. Queenie still treated her as though she were six even though Maggie had a medical degree and a thirteen-year-old daughter.

Maggie slumped. “Hey, I’ve been listening to crying babies and grumpy children for almost two hours straight without a break. I’m going through withdrawal here. You can’t expect me to go cold turkey.” Queenie gave a huge sigh. “I knew this would happen. Okay, you can have one.” The woman reached into the pocket of her white uniform, pulled out a Hershey’s Kiss, and slapped it into Maggie’s open palm like a surgical instrument. “Eat fast. We have a situation in X-ray and you’ve got patients waiting.” She hurried out. Maggie pulled the foil wrap off the piece of chocolate and tossed it in her mouth. She held it on her tongue and felt the chocolate soften and melt. She closed her eyes and waited for her endorphins to kick in. Endorphins were good things. Exercise and sex raised endorphins, too, but she hadn’t exercised lately, and she certainly hadn’t had sex. She thought about it a lot; boy oh boy, did she think about it. Too bad she didn’t know anybody she wanted to climb beneath the sheets with even though she often went through her mental list of the men she’d dated since returning to Beaumont. Too bad she had to count on chocolate to do the trick. Maybe if she ate less chocolate the men on her list would look better. “Dr. Davenport?”

Maggie opened her eyes and found Alice, her X-ray technician, standing in the doorway, peering at her from beneath chestnut-colored bangs that needed trimming and reminded Maggie of a sheepdog. “I’m on my way.” A moment later, Maggie stepped into the X-ray room where a tearful six-year-old Bobby Carmichael sat on the stainless steel table, still holding a wad of tissue to his nose that he’d bloodied after falling from a piece of playground equipment at school. Maggie had ordered the X-ray in case he had a fracture. In a chair nearby, his mother was giving him a pep talk. Alice held a ten-by-ten undeveloped X-ray. “Bobby doesn’t want an X-ray.” Maggie smiled at him. “What’s wrong, Bobby? X-rays don’t hurt. Have you ever had one?” “At the dentist,” he managed. “But—”

The three women waited. “It’s going to hurt if she tries to stick that big thing in my mouth.” He pointed to the X-ray. “Oh, honey, Alice isn’t going to put it in your mouth,” Maggie said. She turned to Alice. “You might want to carefully explain the procedure to Bobby.” Queenie stood just outside the door and motioned for Maggie, who joined her once Bobby had been reassured. “Our all-time favorite patient, Henry Filbert, stepped on a rusty nail,” Queenie said. “He’s in Room One. Susie O’Neal has a bad cold in Room Two and Dee Dee Fontana is in Room Three. She brought the baby in for his six-month checkup.”

“I hope Dee Dee took my advice and talked to her ob-gyn about her hormone imbalance,” Maggie whispered. “Jamie Swift-Holt is with her,” Queenie said. “They’re early so don’t knock yourself out rushing.” “I’ll see Henry first; then Susie.” Maggie stepped inside the exam room and found eleven-year-old Henry playing a handheld game. He didn’t look up. Nor did his mother, whose nose was buried in a People magazine. “What happened to your foot, Henry?” Maggie asked as she checked the wound.

“I stepped on a rusty nail,” he mumbled, pushing buttons on his game as fast as he could. “Now, why would you go and do something like that?” Maggie teased. He looked up and regarded her through the lens of clunky tortoiseshell glasses. His blond bangs formed a precise line across his forehead. “What? You think I did it on purpose?” Mrs. Filbert looked up. “It was an accident, Dr. Davenport,” she said, giving Maggie a funny look.

The boy frowned. “I’m not stupid, you know.” He went back to his game. Maggie didn’t bother to clear up the misunderstanding as she cleaned and treated the wound and wrote out a prescription. Henry might not be stupid, but he was spoiled and downright rude, thanks to wealthy parents who pandered to him. She looked through his file. “I see Henry had his last DPT at age four. I usually give my patients an adult tetanus booster after age twelve, so we can go ahead and give Henry his now just to be on the safe side.”

“Uh-huh.” Mrs. Filbert’s gaze was once again fixed on the magazine. “Okay, we’ll get him all set up,” Maggie said. When neither acknowledged her, she shrugged and left the room. Queenie was in the hall attaching a sticky note to a file. “I have never seen the likes,” she said. “Two weeks into the school year and half the kids in town have a cold.” “Henry needs a tetanus shot,” Maggie said.
Janet Evanovich

No. 1 bestselling author Janet Evanovich is the recipient of the Crime Writers' Association's John Creasey Memorial, Last Laugh and Silver Dagger awards, as well as the Left Coast Crime's Lefty award, and is the two-time recipient of the Independent Mystery Booksellers Association's Dilys award. She lives in New Hampshire, where she is at work on her next Stephanie Plum adventure.

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ISBN: 9780312934316
ISBN-10: 0312934319
Series: Full
Audience: General
Format: Paperback
Language: English
Number Of Pages: 347
Published: 4th April 2006
Publisher: ST MARTINS PR
Dimensions (cm): 17.27 x 10.82  x 2.52
Weight (kg): 0.16