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Size 14 Is Not Fat Either [Heather Wells Mystery Series Book 2] [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader/Adobe]
eBook by Meg Cabot
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eBook Category: Mystery/Crime
eBook Description:  Former pop star Heather Wells has settled nicely into her new life as assistant dorm director at New York College--a career that does *not* require her to drape her size 12 body in embarrassingly skimpy outfits. She can even cope (sort of) with her rocker ex-boyfriend's upcoming nuptials, which the press has dubbed *The* Celebrity Wedding of the Decade. But she's definitely having a hard time dealing with the situation in the dormitory kitchen--where a cheerleader has lost her head on the first day of the semester. (Actually, her head is accounted for--it's her torso that's AWOL.) Surrounded by hysterical students--with her ex-con father on her doorstep and her ex-love bombarding her with unwanted phone calls--Heather welcomes the opportunity to play detective ... again. If it gets her mind off her personal problems--and teams her up again with the gorgeous P.I. who owns the brownstone where she lives--it's all good. But the murder trail is leading the average-sized amateur investigator into a shadowy world. And if she doesn't watch her step, Heather will soon be singing her swan song!
eBook Publisher: Harper Collins, Inc./PerfectBound, Published: 2006
Fictionwise Release Date: December 2006
This eBook is part of the following series:
Available eBook Formats [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader/Adobe - What's this?]: SECURE MOBIPOCKET FORMAT [250 KB], SECURE MICROSOFT READER FORMAT [501 KB] - Requires Microsoft Reader 2.1.1 for PCs, or Microsoft Reader 2.2.2 on Pocket PC 2002 handheld devices. Some older Pocket PCs can be upgraded. Learn More., SECURE EREADER (RECOMMENDED) FORMAT [249 KB], SECURE ADOBE FORMAT [1.7 MB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [536 KB]
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Microsoft Reader ISBN: 0061248762
Adobe Acrobat Reader ISBN: 0061248746
eReader (recommended) ISBN: 0061248770
MobiPocket Reader ISBN: 9780061248757
 
1 Barista Boy
Sex in a cup
Can't you ask me out
Instead of "Wassup?" "Barista Boy" Written by Heather Wells The guy behind the counter is checking me out. No, really. He's hot, too. Well, in a twenty-year-old barista kind of way. I bet he plays the guitar. I bet he stays up way too late at night, strumming, the way I do. I can tell by the slight shadows under his long-lashed green eyes, and the way his curly blond hair is sticking up in spikes all over his head. Bed head. No time to shower before work, because he was up so late practicing. Just like me. "What'll it be?" he asks me. But with a look. A look that definitely says, I'm checking you out. I know I'm the one he's checking out because there's no one in line behind me. Well, and why shouldn't he check me out? I look good. I mean, the parts of me you can see through my bulky winter outerwear, anyway. I fully put on mascara and cover-up this morning (unlike Barista Boy, I like to disguise my undereye circles). And what with my parka, you can't see the four—well, okay, ten—pounds I put on over the holidays. Because who counts calories when it's Christmas? Or New Year's? Or after New Year's, when all that Christmas candy is on sale? There's plenty of time to get in shape again for bikini season. And, okay, I've been telling myself that for the past five or six years, and I still haven't actually tried it yet—getting in shape for bikini season, I mean. But who knows? Maybe this year. I have two days of vacation due to me, all I've accrued since passing my employment probationary period in October. I could go to Cancún. And, okay, just for the weekend. But still. So what if I'm five—well, maybe eight—years older than Barista Boy? I've still got it. Obviously. "Grande café mocha, please," I say. I'm totally not into foamy drinks with whipped cream on top of them, but it's the first official day of spring semester (spring! Right!), and it's really cold out and supposed to blizzard later, and Cooper left this morning (for destinations unknown, as usual) without turning on the coffeemaker, and my dog Lucy wouldn't go out because it was so cold, so I'll probably find a nice surprise from her when I get home, and I REALLY need a little pick-me-up to help me quit feeling so sorry for myself. Plus, you know, as long as I'm blowing five bucks on a cup of coffee, I might as well go for the gold. "One grande café mocha, coming up," Barista Boy says, doing one of those flippy things with my cup. You know, twirling it, like it's a gun and he's an outlaw in a western. Copyright © 2007 by Meg Cabot, LLC.
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