*4 I Wonder If I'm A Prison Bitch Nutella Jars*
Stylo is the type of author that ye can't tell with sometimes she'll write about the most irresistible anti heroes , sometimes it's mercenaries, High school kids that are twice as dark or a forbidden love but one thing is absolutely guaranteed and that is each read will be worth ye while.
Just a little junk is self explanatory and exactly what it sounds like junk in a truck but had this been a strictly Male pov then ye'd think rich playboy extraordinaire whose a gift to makind blah blah blah ye get the gist, but this is exactly the same if the playboy was a girl , the only junk in the trunk is an actual dead body , gift to makind is her brother's best friend with the body of a Greek god *thank you construction jobs* and the extraordinary part is to prove that she didn't kill the lad. Sounds good ya , it reads even better.
Right off the bad I was In love with the title I mean for me it just spoke volumes and add in a funny as hell heroine named Jodi who even in the midst of finding a dead body in her trunk saw humor cause hey at least that was the only thing she could go on.
Then there was the equally adorably sarcastic semi bestie/secret crush Archer. Wow that man was Jodi's soul mate in more then one way after finding out his crush has a literal dead body in her car Archer decides to let one of his dirty secret out in the open, it's white , and it gets him high ding ding it's cocaine now he realises if the cops catch Jodi they'd also pin her down for drugs but hey at least she'd be a boss in prison.
If ye think that's funny then read the book there are soo many laugh out loud moments that even when their trying to uncover how a night of partying turned into a crime investigation they managed to crack some pretty hilarious jokes on the way. Loved this read.
Title: Just a Little Junk
Author: Stylo Fantôme
Blurb
Jodi Morgan is having a bad weekend.
After partying a little too hard, she wakes up with a monster hangover and almost no recollection of the night before. So imagine her surprise when she looks in her trunk and instead of finding a spare tire, she finds the last guy she'd danced with before blacking out.
After partying a little too hard, she wakes up with a monster hangover and almost no recollection of the night before. So imagine her surprise when she looks in her trunk and instead of finding a spare tire, she finds the last guy she'd danced with before blacking out.
Who is he? How did he get in there? How did he die? And oh dear lord, did she kill him!?
When her older brother's best friend offers to help, things start looking up. They've known each other since she was thirteen, and ten years later, he still treats her like a little kid - surely, committing felonies has to trigger some sort of spark. Together, they wind up going on an adventure that takes them all over Los Angeles. From raves to penthouses to strip clubs. All in the search for the answer to her question.
Who is the dead guy in my trunk!?
Warning: This book contains some dark humor, a lot of witty banter, and two characters making more bad decisions than good ones. Also contains adult themes, language, and graphic sexual activity.
Author Bio
Crazy woman living in an undisclosed location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since ... forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball - I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I'm clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.
I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who doesn't drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair - both a curse and a blessing - and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can't understand me.
I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who doesn't drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair - both a curse and a blessing - and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can't understand me.
Yeah. I think that about sums me up.
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