Books Similar To Stephanie Plum Novels & Stories

"It's a group study not a state funded research project into new biofuels!" "Oh darling," mum cut in from the kitchen doorway with that tone she used when she was about to embarrass me while smiling pleasantly about it. "Be a little nicer to your best friend. And honestly… your grades could really use the extra effort." Stephanie shot me a triumphant look over the top of the stack in her arms and I considered briefly whether I had ever actually liked her. Then we went upstairs. She dumped the mountain of books on my desk with a crash that shook my lamp.

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“There’s a book section over there. Let’s find you a nice steamy one.” She heads off towards an area of the store and I slowly follow her to a wall of books with scantly clad people on them. “Why are most of them cowboys or cops?” “Handcuffs and ropes,” she says easily and quickly. She pulls out a cowboy one and hands it to me before scanning the rest. “What’s it about?” I ask as I turn the book over.

“You should take a seat and not make your seductive moves over here.” “Oh, I will,” I say easily. “But don’t think this conversation is over.” I turn away, heart pounding, and head for a small table by the window. Stephanie plops down across from me, eyes shining with mischief and disbelief. “Girl,” she whispers, stirring her coffee, “you just walked into a rom-com, a soap opera, and a crime documentary all at once.” I stare into my cup, watching the steam curl upward. “He’s a mess,” I mutter.

She smiles when something works out for somebody else. She cries when a character dies she’s reading about, and she loves those sex books she calls smut. That’s why she had ordered a lot with Steph before she disappeared. “You know what? I have an idea,” I say and pull up something on my phone from when she ordered things through the app. I notice one of her favorite authors is there on the list, and I decide I know what to get her. I can’t help but smile. I think I will try to do it differently.

Edward handled most of them while I restocked shelves and learned the layout. Around two, a woman came in looking for a specific dark romance. "Do you have anything like Butcher & Blackbird?" she asked. "I just finished it and I need something similar." Edward looked at me. "Maliya?" I stepped forward. "Have you read Haunting Adeline? Or the Broken Bride series? They've got similar dark romance vibes with morally gray love interests." Her face lit up. "I haven't read either of those. Where are they?" I led her to the romance section, pulled both books, gave her quick summaries.

Something I couldn’t even name yet. My wolf surged again, a low growl rumbling inside me. Find her. I didn’t need him to tell me that. I was already walking. I headed toward the school’s back path, the one that led to the quiet residential streets. If Ezra ran anywhere to calm herself, she would’ve chosen somewhere quiet. She radiated softness even when she tried to hide it. Halfway down the path, the wind shifted—and I froze. Her scent. Sweet. Familiar. Distinct. Like moonlit lavender and warm skin.

Not yet, at least. She cat-walked over to the plush armchair by the window, where her journal lay open. Stephanie wasn’t much of a writer, but lately, it helped organize her thoughts—or, as she preferred to think of them, her plans for world domination. She picked up the pen, tapping it thoughtfully against her chin. “What’s the play, Steph?” she asked herself aloud. “Do we use this little nugget,” she patted her stomach again, “to climb the ladder? Secure some power? Or do we just rip Laura’s little fairytale to shreds?”

A flicker of triumph flashed across Shirley's eyes before she looked up at me with delight and joy. As the bracelet gleamed against my pale skin, the crowd was full of praise for Shirley. They noted that even though she was just a stepsister, she was a good child. In the two years since she'd joined the Aldridge family, she'd always been well-behaved and modest, unlike her scheming mother, Helen Winthrop. But they would never know that Helen was nothing but a fool who put on airs, while the real cruelty and cunning lay in Shirley, who was blushing from the compliments.

I was trying to summarize the book, titled,' Anthony and Cleopatra,' by Shakespeare. This crazy assignment was caused by two silly girls in our class. This happened when Mrs. Hudson, our literature coordinator came into our class unexpectedly this morning and saw Zoe reading the book, 'Anthony and Cleopatra,' Mrs. Hudson saw the book on her desk and was quite intrigued she was reading the book. Mrs. Hudson collected the book from her and remarked the book, showing it to the whole class, thinking that the rest of us were reading familiar with the book. I also had it too, but refused to go through it, since none of the teachers hadn't spoken much about it.