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Sadly I am finishing up the Stephanie Plum series by Janet Evanovich. I love it. It’s one of my guilty pleasures.I’ve also read Metro Girl/Motor Mouth by Evanovich as well. I’m looking for another series to get into. I know about the Sue Grafton Alphabet series, I have made it to Q so far. Any other suggestions? I like chic lit, mysteries, romance and I am 24 if that helps any
I am sorry to hear that you to are stuck waiting for the next book in the series for Stephanie Plum. No one beats Janet Evanovich for character development and out of the box plot lines. My personal favorite is her grandmother followed closely by her "plus sized" sidekick.
After you have read "T is for Trespass" and "U is for Unforgiven", you might try some of these:

1. Regan Reilly series — Mary Higgins Clark/Carol Higgins Clark
2. Anna Pigeon series — Nevada Barr (it’s a little darker)
3. The Cat Who . . . . series — Lillian Jackson Braun
4. Harry Haristeen series — Rita Mae Brown
5. Hannah Swenson series — Joanne Fluke
6. Judith McMonigle series — Mary Daheim
7. Myron Bolitar series — Harlan Coben
8. Dick Francis — no one hero, all relate in some way to horse racing

I want a book with a plot like of an ordinary girl who somehow meets a prince and then they fall in love. The romantic comedy or chic lit type of books with that type of plot line. No Harlequin romances please. Please give me the title and the author. Thanks!

I haven’t read a book like that yet but I once saw this movie called The Prince & Me (2004) and it’s about this young woman who meets this guy in university….they start dating but then she later notices that sometimes cameras and bodyguards follow him around. She wonders why, and he confesses that he’s a European prince.

All feedback welcome! I have more chapters also but wanted to see if there is even any appeal. I have more chapters but didn’t know how much room I had.

Chapter 1

“Did you read People yet!?” Kayla hollered into the phone before I even had a chance to say hello. It was too early on Saturday to deal with Kayla’s latest update on the eternal tribulations of the self-proclaimed Hollywood royalty.
“What now?” I halfheartedly inquired as I lifted my head off the pillow for the first time that Saturday. I checked my alarm clock. 8:57 AM. Was she crazy or something? With a quick glance across the bedroom at my apricot mane and sleepy brown eyes in the closet mirror it was clear I should lie back down for at least another month if it could remotely be considered beauty sleep.
“I can’t even believe it, Claire… I really can’t! How could he do that to her? Just after their sixth wedding anniversary too! It is just awful. I should really send her flowers or something!”
No matter what had happened to her favorite celeb of the week, Kayla insisted on talking about their escapades as if they happened to one of her dearest friends. This obsession was one of the best things about Kayla. She stays up on all the latest gossip and is a genuine sweetheart. After Ben and Jen Version 1 split up, she actually did sent flowers along with a hand written letter offering her deepest condolences over their tragic situation.
Apparently the drama this week was around the current “it” couple and rumored infidelity upon the movie set of the new Indiana Jones film. It was around some actor I had never seen before, except maybe in a Hanes commercial, getting it on with his makeup assistant.
“You weren’t sleeping were you?”
“No. It’s fine,” I replied suppressing my third yawn of the call.
Now that I did my best friend duty and convinced Kayla that this news had ruined any chances of enjoying the day, I hung up before any other earth shattering headlines caught her eye. Just a few more hours of sleep should do it…
Just as my head hit my cold, cream colored pillow the phone rang again. Crap. Mom.
This time I didn’t bother to say hello because I knew as soon as I answered she would already be mid-conversation.
“… So I told your father that we just cannot afford to get a new car right now. Now that the van’s air conditioning on the fritz, it is getting harder and harder to stop him from running out and picking up the new Chrysler. I mean, all we need to do is drive past a car dealer on the way to the store and he already starts singing.” It has been a joke in our house for years that my dad has a few little tunes he whistles when shopping for a new car. It is the running gag in our family and often sung to roast him during our annual Christmas Eve party.
“That is terrible, Mom… You should really try to avoid driving anywhere near a lot for the next few weeks,” I say as disinterested as possible in hopes she will get the hint and let me go to sleep.
“You sound tired. You weren’t still sleeping were you, dear?”
Guilt trip number two a success, I slipped myself out from under the covers and headed towards the shower.

I decided that since my sleep was unexpectedly interrupted this morning that I could forgo my morning run. I’ve been on this workout kick for weeks with my boyfriend and found myself better and better at coming up with excuses to skip the track and head right for the shower. Take yesterday. How can I be expected to go and put in a solid workout after my alarm wakes me up with “Super Troopers” by Abba? That song just ruins the whole day I tell you.

As I glance at my reflection in the rear view mirror I am pleased to see that the shower worked wonders and I could almost pass for human. Today I took the time to straighten my hair and it seems to be behaving itself, with the August humidity not yet reeking havoc on my selectively curly hair.
The most important thing to do today is hit up the grocery store. I am planning a quiet dinner at home this evening with my boyfriend Harris. We have officially been together for ten months and tonight I am going to show him that all the nights we have spent watching Iron Chef America and Hell’s Kitchen have been worth it.
Harris Mosley is the type of guy you always dream you will end up with. He is funny, charming, great with kids, and motivated to a level only rivaled by Donald Trump. Harris is about six feet tall, wonderfully fit, has a head of curly black hair, and blue eyes to die for. Think Daniel Craig in Casino Royale. Harris is currently finishing up his last year of Law School at DePaul University in downtown Chicago and has been clerking during the summers with a firm for the last two years. Harris is hoping that one day soon he can make partner and his firm will be retitled Joyce, Kessler, Reynolds, & Mosley.
The firm is not the only thing I’ve been hoping will get a name change sometime soon. Claire Mosley has a nice ring to it if you ask me. M

hey good story out there…I can help you a lot. I’ve made a website for authors/writers. If you want I help you or vice versa care to join it…http://authorscommunity.webs.com/ I will help you everytime…I myself write a book!

I like chic lit books. The total lame girl meets boys, girl gets boy storyline.
I like the authors Kate Brian (private series), Anna Godberson (the Luxe series), Susan Elizabeth Philips, Louise Bagshawe, Sarah Dessen.
If you have read these authors books and have similar interest and can think of other authors it would be great if you could let me know!

If you like those kind of books, you should really read Tithe By Holly Black. Its a really great book, the main character isn’t lame…she is kick ass and full of attitude, and she does get a guy and its a really awesome story. If you like romance, unexspected twists and turns, humor and some unpredictable characters…then you should really read the series. Its kind of dark in my opinion, but its worth the read.

So I am writing this story where 5 sixteen and seventeen yearold girls get kidnapped and taken to a dungeon where they are tortured. BUT, the only thing is I wanted to kill them by their bras, because i mean, come on, girls hate bras anyways right? How would these chics feel if their bras killed them. lol. Its like the ultimate irony. So I have a bunch of ideas, a girl could get dipped into a barrel of acid, boobs and bra first. She could be chained to the wall and have gas poured in her bra and have it lit on fire. But I am trying to get some more creative ones out there. Any ideas and suggestions welcome. Thanks!

I have had some strange ideas for stories, but this is a new one. Oh, for a map of your mind! But hey, let’s give it a thought or two.

Suppose the bra contained (perhaps sewn in or attached somehow in a capsule or thin pouch) a deadly poison. It could be slow-acting or fast, but it of course must be deadly if the victims are to die. The poison container is water-soluble, and perspiration is water, so as the temperature in the room rises and the victims sweat more and more, the poison is released. This poison is a kind that penetrates skin.

Or……….suppose the bra contains those infamous flesh-eating bacteria and a device that helps the germs enter the body–say, pins or blades or something like that. The germs go to work.

Or….suppose you, the crazed killer, made a noose of the collected bras and put to the gallows each victim as the remaining victims watched.

Or………….you could play "musical bras." The music would play, and each girl would have to grab a bra and put it on before the music stopped. They would be one bra short, of course, and the one who failed to get one would pay the price.

Or………..you, the creepy, crazed, psychopathic electronics wizard could wire the bras with signal generators and connections to an enormously powerful capacitive discharge "jolter." As long as the girl kept her head up straight and high, she would be safe from electrical discharge, but if her head bobbed, she would trip the switch and send a jolt of electricity into her body through the bra. Each time it happened the marvelous device you built would increase the voltage and current just a little, as well as the duration of shock. Eventually, as the girl got sleepier and sleepier, the charges would increase to the, uh, point of no return. And, since you are a mad scientist of the old school, you would have made this of huge transformers and vacuum tubes and massive capacitors and lots of flashing lights and arcs running along pairs of wires.

Gad………….I must stop this before the world knows of my madness! Hey, have fun, but keep it at the story level, okay?

So, I’m turning fourteen, and I want to throw a party that’s really chic. I want it to be a sort of dinner party. I am going to invite all of friends, so a lot of people are gonna be thereI want it to be very dark, like, candle lit iwth flowers and music and stuff. I just don’t know where to start! i need a theme, music, food, invites, ideas!!! i’ve been researching it, but I really just haven’t found a thing. ALso, how the hell can I get people dance without it seeming lame?

How about try a empty ,big ,round place enough for all your friends.Such as Playground……
Best wishes.
Have a nice day!

I love Chic lit and romance novels and I am looking for something to read on my way to Hawaii! Any suggestions?

Adam Sandler wrote a song called "Medium Pace". It was based on a romance novel with the setting of an island

I love Chic lit and romance novels and I am looking for something to read on my way to Hawaii! Any suggestions?

Adam Sandler wrote a song called "Medium Pace". It was based on a romance novel with the setting of an island

I’ve been wanting so bad to pick up Don Quixote because it makes me curious. We had to read only a very small passage in high school and I thought it was nice, but what about your opinion on the story entirely, the whole book?

I read Joyce Carol Oates, young adult, and some general fiction like Tracy Chevalier, Sue Monk Kidd, and Bernhard Schlink, and I’ve recently dropped reading chic-lits.

I know you’d say that why not just give it a try and go for the book, right? But I don’t want to go all the way to buying it and be disappointed as I’ve been with Ian McEwan’s "On Chesil Beach" and others. So, do you think "Don Quixote" would fit my likings? Thanks!

It is a good book but not an easy read. If you don’t enjoy it, then just don’t finish it. Just because it is a famous book does not mean you have to like it.