Sizzling Sixteen
Contents ( 27)

SIZZLING
SIXTEEN
Also by Janet Evanovich
Finger Lickin’ Fifteen
Fearless Fourteen
Lean Mean Thirteen
Twelve Sharp
Eleven on Top
Ten Big Ones
To the Nines
Hard Eight
Seven Up
Hot Six
High Five
Four to Score
Three to Get Deadly
Two for the Dough
One for the Money
Plum Spooky
Plum Lucky
Plum Lovin’
Visions of Sugar Plums
Metro Girl
Motor Mouth
How I Write

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Evanovich, Janet.
Sizzling sixteen / Janet Evanovich. — 1st ed.
p. cm.
ISBN 978-0-312-38330-5
1. Plum, Stephanie (Fictitious character)—Fiction. 2. Women bounty hunters—Fiction. 3. New Jersey—Fiction. I. Title.
PS3555.V2126S59 2010
813'.54—dc22
2010018913
First Edition: June 2010
10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
eISBN 9781429920988
Thanks to Laura A. Koppe for suggesting
the title for this book.
SIZZLING
SIXTEEN
ONE
MY UNCLE PIP died and left me his lucky bottle. I suppose I’m fortunate, because he left my Grandma Mazur his false teeth. So I’ve got this bottle now, and I don’t exactly know what to do with it. It’s not like I have a mantel. My name is Stephanie Plum, and I live in a bare-bones apartment on the outer edge of Trenton, New Jersey. I share the apartment with my hamster, Rex, and he doesn’t know what to do with the bottle, either. The lucky bottle is the size and shape of a beer bottle. The glass is red, and it looks hand blown. It’s not entirely ugly, especially if you like beer, but it’s also not exotically pretty. And so far, it hasn’t been very lucky. I have the bottle sitting on my kitchen counter, between Rex’s hamster cage and the brown bear cookie jar that holds my gun. It was Monday morning, halfway through June, and Lula was in my apartment doing a pity pick up because my hunk-of-junk car was dead and I needed a ride to work.
“Hunh,” Lula said. “What’s that red bottle on your counter?”
“It’s my lucky bottle.”
“Oh yeah, what’s so lucky about it? It don’t look too lucky to me. Looks like one of them designer beer bottles, only it’s got a fancy glass stopper in it.”
“It’s my inheritance from Uncle Pip.”