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Kick Keswick, the heroine of this frothy novel from Kellogg (Perfect), is bored by retirement, so it's a good thing her world just got more exciting: a scandal at the London auction house where she worked for 30 years threatens to expose her well-hidden habit of stealing jewels and replacing them with meticulous fakes. She soon finds herself trying to singlehandedly rescue the company and untangle several moneymaking schemes-all of them, frankly, quite déclassé-whereby certain lowlifes, including her ex-fiancé and perennial enemy, Owen Brace, are attempting to rise above their station. The hypocrisy is breathtaking: Kick is happy to admit that she overcame her dirt-poor Oklahoma background through a methodical campaign of theft from the filthy rich, so why should it bother her that others do the same? Readers who agree that upper-crust manners and mannerisms are more important than honesty, integrity or abiding by the law will be most satisfied. (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved

Book list
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Break out the bubbly (Dom Perignon, of course)! Kellogg's high-flying, high-class jewelry thief turned jewelry sleuth, Kick Keswick, is back, lured out of retirement when her former employer, the esteemed auction house Ballantine & Company, finds itself embroiled in a scandal involving fake gems (the originals stolen by Kick herself during her previous life as the notorious Shamrock Burglar). No sooner does she concoct an intricate plan to resteal the stolen gems when Kick is contacted by an intriguing young nun who needs her help recovering a trove of jewel-encrused figurines stolen from her order's convent during a heinous murder. The fact that the murderer is also the owner of the jewels she must retrieve in order to salvage the auctioneer's reputation fazes the intrepid Kick not one whit. Decadent as a finely shaved white truffle, frothy as a lemon souffle, Kellogg's delectably glamorous Kick Keswick mystery series offers a zesty, sensuous foray into the lifestyles of the obscenely wealthy and egregiously infamous. --Carol Haggas Copyright 2007 Booklist

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In her fourth go-round (after Perfect, 2005, etc.), Kick Keswick, bling-burglar extraordinaire, "rocks" again. Kick is relishing retirement until rumor has it that her former employer, Ballantine & Company, a premier London auction house, is facing ruin—again. Ballantine had almost sunk before, while helmed by Kick's erstwhile nemesis and gigolo, Owen Brace, but thanks to Kick's selective embezzling, that threat was averted. Apparently, Ballantine has been auctioning fake jewels—and poor fakes at that. That's why Kick assumes these counterfeits include none of the synthetic jewels she'd artfully substituted for the real ones, now safely nestled in her vaults in Geneva and at La Petite Pomme, her French villa. Poodle in tow, Kick speeds to aid embattled Sir Bertram, Ballantine's CEO and rightful successor to Kick's original Pygmalion and mentor in fabulousness, the late Sir Cramner Ballantine. "[A] tsunami of chickens [comes] home to roost" when Constance Flynn, soon-to-be-ex of Edgar, who's run off with a dclass supermodel, consigns her entire collection of Kick-reengineered baubles to Ballantine. All except the ruby parure, lost heirloom of the Vasvars, Hungarian nobility. Constance's son William plans to re-gift the parure to his bride, Alice, at their wedding, to be held at her father Prince Freddie Vasvar's tumbledown castle in Italy. Near the castle is a small winemaking convent, headed by Mother Immaculata, who might be the daughter Kick gave up at the Omaha home for unwed mothers all those years ago. Back in 1963, nuns were massacred by two men who made off with a trove of gem-encrusted Madonnas, also Vasvar family artifacts. Prince Freddie is a logical culprit—when he's not wiping the tango floor with ladies, his eyes betray his sociopathic tendencies to Kick, who's crashed the wedding weekend as Lady Amanda, a Scottish lairdess. Kick's unapologetic joie de vivre, unhampered by qualms about age, weight or fleecing philistines, will thrill the Red Hat jet set. Copyright ©Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.