Summary: Stephanie Plum gets a surprise when her best friend from college is found with her husband on their yacht- murdered. Now she has to take care of their daughter, her God-child, Lia. But, the murderer isn't done yet and wants Lia dead, too. With the help of Ranger, Morelli, and other new friends, Steph tries protecting this rebellious 16-year-old without getting killed. In this story, Stephanie Plum gets to catch the bad guys, and run from them, too!
A/N: ok this is my first try on a Stephanie Plum novel- my favorite stories! The resemblance my friend and I found between her and me is quite scary!! Haha, well I really hope you like this. Constructive criticism wanted/needed!
Rise of the Eleven
(Changed the title, now it sounds menacing! haha)
Chapter 1
The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and the neighbors were cursing. Awe, sweet Jersey. A beautiful day and I was too lazy to enjoy it- let alone actually work. Yuck.
My name is Stephanie Plum. I'm a kickass, hard core bounty hunter with a tight ass and size D boobs. In my dreams that is. In reality I'm a 5' 7" half Hungarian half Italian, blue-eyed 30- year- old with retarded curly hair. I usually have an uncanny amount of luck when it comes to my job. But hey, I'm not complaining. Right now I am a very satisfied woman- mostly due to a Morelli induced orgasm last night, oh, and this morning. Joe Morelli is the on-again-off-again man in my life who wants me to settle down and quit my job. Did Wonder Woman ever quit? I don't think so.
I was sitting at Morelli's kitchen sipping my coffee. It was late morning and I still wasn't at work. I thought a night of wonderful sex deserved a day afterward to reminisce without anyone asking about what you did last night. Boy, was that embarrassing. Rex, Bob and I were the only ones in the house. Morelli had already left for work. Another plus for my job- I get to pick my hours.
Being reminded of my job made me groan. For the past week and a half I've been trying to capture Cory Gribb. He was a very tricky 17-year-old who had the audacity to rob a candy store. If I were him, I wouldn't waste my time with the candy. I had narrowed it down to two choices: the lingerie department in JC Penny's or the local supermarket's ice cream aisle. None of this petty candy crap.
I chuckled before taking another sip of my coffee and looking at the clock, 9:30 a.m. Joe had left, cursing and muttering, at 7 to answer a call from his pager. He cursed pretty creatively at the pager, too, which is why I was thinking something really bad happened.
After my second bowel of cereal and third cup of coffee, I decided to get off my lazy backside and go after some bad guys. I would have put on the Wonder Woman costume, but, sadly, I didn't fill out as much as she did. Instead I opted for a t-shirt, jeans, and my squeaky new sneakers. Ok, so they didn't squeak ALL the time, but it was enough to thoroughly embarrass you.
A/N: please review so I know whether to continue this story or not!!