Wicked Appitite by Janet Evanovich

Product Description: Life in Marblehead has had a pleasant predictability, until Diesel arrives. Rumor has it that a collection of priceless ancient relics representing the Seven Deadly Sins have made their way to Boston’s North Shore. Partnered with pastry chef Lizzie Tucker, Diesel bullies and charms his way through historic Salem to track them down—and his criminal mastermind cousin Gerewulf Grimorie. The black-haired, black-hearted Wulf is on the hunt for the relic representing gluttony. Caught in a race against time, Diesel and Lizzie soon find out that more isn’t always better, as they battle Wulf and the first of the deadly sins.

First line: My name is Elizabeth Tucker. I’m Elizabeth to my mother, but for as long as I can remember, I’ve been Lizzy to everyone else. And for as long as I can remember, I’ve baked cupcakes.

My Thoughts: This is the first book in the new Unmentionables series starring Diesel and Lizzy. Diesel is not a new character, he is from the Between the Number Stephanie Plum books. I liked him just as well as I did in those books. The evil guy, Wulf, has been introduced before as well. Carl the monkey, from Plum Spooky, is back too, and just as ready to "flip" some one off as not. This was another fun, far-fetched, silly, light read by Evanovich. I enjoyed this book even though it seemed familiar. Many things about it remind me of the Plum series. If your are looking for a deep &/or meaningful read this is not it. It is great escapism. The plot is simple and contains of slapstick. I loved the cat. I will be reading the next one.

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Quote: He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit and black dress shirt.
He approached the bakery, and my skin prickled and a hot flash ran through my chest. “Holy moly,” I said to Clara.
“There’s nothing holy about him,” Clara said.
The man stopped inches from the front door and stared in at me. His mouth was sensuous and unsmiling. He looked to be my age, and he was eerily handsome. He crooked his finger at me in a come here gesture.
“Do you suppose he wants a muffin?” I asked Clara.
“Either that or your soul.”

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