Veronica Mars (2): An Original Mystery By Rob Thomas: Mr. Kiss And Tell by Rob ThomasVeronica Mars (2): An Original Mystery By Rob Thomas: Mr. Kiss And Tell by Rob Thomas

Veronica Mars (2): An Original Mystery By Rob Thomas: Mr. Kiss And Tell

byRob Thomas, Jennifer Graham

Paperback | January 20, 2015

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In the second book in the New York Times bestselling mystery series, Veronica Mars is back with a case that will expose the hidden workings of one of Neptune’s most murderous locations.

The Neptune Grand has always been the seaside town’s ritziest hotel, despite the shady dealings and high-profile scandals that seem to follow its elite guests. When a woman claims that she was brutally assaulted in one of its rooms and left for dead by a staff member, the owners know that they have a potential powder keg on their hands. They turn to Veronica to disprove—or prove—the woman's story.
 
The case is a complicated mix of hard facts, mysterious occurrences, and uncooperative witnesses. The hotel refuses to turn over its reservation list and the victim won’t divulge who she was meeting that night. Add in the facts that the attack happened months ago, the victim’s memory is fuzzy, and there are holes in the hotel’s surveillance system, and Veronica has a convoluted mess on her hands. As she works to fill in the missing pieces, it becomes clear that someone is lying—but who? And why?
Rob Thomas Rob Thomas is the creator of the television series Veronica Mars and the co-creator of the television series Party Down. He lives in Austin with his wife and two children. He hasn’t fully recovered from Ray Allen’s three-pointer in Game 6 of the 2013 NBA Finals.Jennifer Graham Jennifer Graham graduated from Reed College and ...
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Title:Veronica Mars (2): An Original Mystery By Rob Thomas: Mr. Kiss And TellFormat:PaperbackDimensions:336 pages, 7.99 × 5.19 × 0.73 inPublished:January 20, 2015Publisher:Knopf Doubleday Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved This Book This book left me wanting more Veronica Mars. I loved the book format for her because she can do more adult/risky cases that might not fit right on a teen/family channel like CW. Wish there were more books.
Date published: 2018-09-06
Rated 3 out of 5 by from The first one was better It was nice to read some more adventures from Veronica Mars, but the first book was way better. I still enjoyed this one, but I didn't find it to be a page turner like the first one. Still a good read.
Date published: 2018-04-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A great follow up Just as good as the first novel and I loved the premise. More books please!
Date published: 2018-04-02
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Love! Whats not to love? The books are as addictive as the tv show!
Date published: 2017-09-13
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Will Always Be A Marshmallow I will be the first to admit, I love these characters and I love this world completely! This novel was not as great as the first, but it's still awesome to have more sleuthing adventures with my favourite characters. I love all of these characters and i will take them any way i can. Logan is my favourite 'bad-boy' though and wish he was in the series a bit more !! I am absolutely hopeful for another novel, more than one....also a small revival of the show.. I don't think I'm asking for too much :P!
Date published: 2017-06-25
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great! Super good! Hoping for a third
Date published: 2017-05-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from So Much Love This is a must have for any Veronica Mars fan, a wonderful story and brings on so many feels!
Date published: 2017-05-02
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it #plumrewards. Awesome read!! Couldn't put it down!!
Date published: 2017-01-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great A another great Veronica Mars story
Date published: 2017-01-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great read! Loved this book! Once again, this novel is true to the Veronica Mars series. It's just as good as the first novel in the series. I hope they keep them coming!
Date published: 2016-12-29
Rated 5 out of 5 by from AMAZING! I love this book! I was worried when I loved the first book so much that the second one would not be able to match the first one. But it did, and it was fantastic!
Date published: 2016-12-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from For all the marshmallows If you loved the show, movie and the thousand dollar tan line you will love the follow up. Amazingly written you can almost hear Kristen Bell's voice while reading he dialog. This is an amazing book for all the marchmallows put there!!
Date published: 2016-12-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Highly recommend for V.Mars fans I can now consider myself a Marshmallow - I've watched the show, movie and now both books. I really hope Rob Thomas continues on with the character, even if it's just in book format. Nice read for fans of Veronica Mars.
Date published: 2016-11-21
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Perfect The follow up to the Thousand Dollar Tan Line, if you loved the series then this and the first book arre right up your alley. Rob Thomas can bring Veronica'a essence even to a boom.
Date published: 2016-11-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Love it! Just as awesome as the first book! A must read for all the marshmallows out there. Can't wait for the next one!
Date published: 2016-11-05
Rated 4 out of 5 by from I love VM so much Mr.Kiss and Tell was another great addition to the world of Veronica Mars. I am a huge fan and have been since the show was airing back in the mid 2000s. Seeing the Veronica Mars world told in books brings me so much joy and I really enjoyed this second installment. The mystery aspect was a plus and I enjoyed guessing and trying to figure out (and always failing!) who the perpetrator is. In Mr.Kiss and Tell, we get to meet many of the old Veronica Mars crew and actually spend time with them. This includes Weevil, as well as Wallace and Mac. I really love the two (V, Wallace, and Mac) and their scenes together were hilarious, as usual. Having Rob Thomas be a part of the book is so important for keeping the authenticity of the characters and their voice. We also see more of Logan, hallelujah! I have been waiting so long for this and was slightly disappointed when all we got were Skype sessions on The Thousand Dollar Tan Line. Logan and Veronica just give me all the good feels. They are one of my favorite tv couples ever and I love them together. So bonus to Mr.Kiss and Tell for finally giving us marshmallows more scenes with those two. This book is a a mystery, and it was definitely an interesting one. It is interesting how even the mysteries (whether victims, accused, or witnesses) always tie in to people we already have seen or caught a glimpse of in the show. The mystery in Mr.Kiss and Tell definitely made my blood boil. Because it is basically about someone who raped and then physically abused a girl and dumped her like a piece of garbage on the side of a road. I wanted the rapist and abuser to be caught so badly and the book definitely taunted us with those feelings. I like that even with the mystery, multiple stories are still continuing including the problem with the corrupt sheriff's department, as well as Logan's impeding deployment. I definitely enjoyed Mr. Kiss and Tell and I can't wait for more books in this series.
Date published: 2015-04-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Can't get enough Very Veronica Mars.. The storyline wasn't as shocking as the last book, but I'm a junky I just need my fix
Date published: 2015-02-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from It's a must read for any veronica Mars fan!! LoVed it!!! What can I say other than if you are a fan of Veronica Mars you will love this book without a doubt!! This could easily be another movie and the book reads like your watching the TV series!! Just so incredible couldn't put it down (finished the day I got it). There's a great mystery with lots of little twist and turns. I love how much this book ties in everything that has happened over the years. You also get to see Logan and Veronica's relationship grow FINALLY!! I love the two of them together and the last book was definitely lacking in the Logan department, so this made up for it. Every character in the book has little nuance it's so easy to picture them as you would in the series. I don't want give anything away but I will say it's everything you come to love about Veronica Mars and more!! If you enjoyed the first book and have watch all the Veronica Mars series then you will love this even more! Eagerly waiting for the 3rd book!! **Also to add a note that this really should be read by someone who has seen the series because there is many references and it might be hard to follow without the backstory.
Date published: 2015-02-05
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Better than the first I loved this book. Though I found the mystery of the first to be better I think the character development and stories where better in this one though I didn't like the lack of Wallace storyline in this book. Amazing book!
Date published: 2015-02-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great book! I really really like this book.A must read story. I will share this to my friend. They'll surely love this.. :)
Date published: 2015-01-21

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PROLOGUE   It was raining in Neptune. That was rare, even for early March; the little SoCal city usually boasted blue skies year-round. But the clouds had rolled in off the ocean, and now raindrops pattered across the houses of rich and poor alike, the one great equalizer in a town without a middle class.   A grimy white van trolled slowly through the east edge of town, where Zen landscaping gave way to weed-strewn lots. There were no millionaires’ homes here—no boutiques, no surf shops, no post-op resorts for wealthy nip/tuck patients. Out here were prefab houses propped on cinderblocks, biker bars, chop shops. The buildings were all sun-bleached and dingy, the roads speckled with potholes that sent the van bucking on its worn-out shocks.   Frank Kozlowski was a junk dealer, just like his old man had been. His late wife always liked to say he was in “antiques,” but ninety percent of what he found was well and truly junk—broken appliances he stripped for parts, scrap metal he recycled at a buck a pound. But every so often he found something really good. In a town like Neptune, where the wealthy always had more than they knew what to do with, a guy with wheels and initiative could make out like a bandit. High-end furniture that just needed reupholstery or refinishing; designer clothes with minor stains and tears. Paint-by-numbers art, antique road signs, and metal lunch boxes with ’70s-era cartoon characters on the front. He salvaged the best of it and resold it from his garage, mostly to young, Tyrolean-hatted guys and buzz-cut girls in resale mom jeans who used words like “naive” and “authentic” to describe his wares. Kozlowski didn’t mind—or in most cases even notice—the affectation. These kids kept the mortgage paid and the fridge stocked with beer.   He drove slowly through the rain, alert for any kind of glimmer from the underbrush. A rosary swayed back and forth from his rearview mirror, almost in time with the wipers. In the passenger seat, his little wire-haired mutt, Gus, sat at attention, ears pricked forward. It was just after seven a.m. and he’d already been out here for two hours. So far all he’d found was a stack of warped two-by-fours, a brass drawer pull, and a molded plastic chair pocked with cigarette-burn stigmata.   But the business was like that. Some mornings were a bust. Other mornings, the junk fairy lit a path at your feet and led you to something special. That’s what really got him out of bed at four in the dark, cold-ass morning. Not so much the promise of cash as that into-the-red spike of adrenaline, the thrill of the next big find. The way a single magic discovery could vindicate a hundred shitty, wasted trips. He’d never been able to explain that to Nell. She always groaned when he came back with rusted, filthy roadside dross. “Jesus, Frank, why can’t you just hit up estate sales like everyone else? Flea markets. Thrift shops. This stuff is worthless.”   Worthless. The word—the very idea—left him dumb-struck. Nothing was worthless. Not if you knew who needed it. Not if you knew how to salvage it. She’d never really appreciated that.   Still, that road went both ways. He’d been startled by the silence in the house in the year since she’d died (emphysema; she’d never been able to give up the fucking cigarettes), startled by how hard it was to sleep without her cold feet on his calves all night. They’d never had any kids. Now it was just him and Gus and a restless, edgy energy that sent him pacing from room to room and woke him in the pre-dawn chill, hounding him out of the house and into the junkyards and abandoned buildings fringing Neptune. He never thought to call the feeling grief.   Now, cruising along the empty road, his mind drifted. He thought about the donuts he always picked up on the way home, and the hot shower he’d take after unloading the shit from his van. Gus would need a bath too, after the rain and mud. He’d just about decided to throw in the towel and head home when he saw it.   There.   He eased his van onto the shoulder and killed the engine. The road banked sharply downward toward a lot fringed with buckwheat and sumac, a scraggly patch of land with a faded for sale sign nailed to a post. The sign had been there at least a decade. This wasn’t exactly prime real estate, situated on the edge of town in the empty miles between a ramshackle trailer park and the Balboa County Youth Correctional Compound. Half of Neptune seemed to use it as a cost-effective dumping ground, making it a regular stop on Kozlowski’s circuit. He’d found some good stuff in that lot over the years. A box of dog-eared Playboys. A six-foot fiberglass cheeseburger from a long-defunct drive-through. The front half of a ’68 Buick Skylark that he’d sold to a restora-tion company. And now he’d caught a glimpse of something through the gloom—something that might just be worth stumbling down that bank for. Gus jumped lightly out of the van and took off running, his tail flailing right and left. He loved the hunt as much as Kozlowski, sensing his master’s excitement and feeding off it. Kozlowski stepped out after the dog, slamming the door behind him. Icy needles of rain stung his cheeks and neck. He hunched his shoulders against the cold, his boots sinking down in the mud. For a moment he couldn’t see anything, and he wondered if he’d imagined it. But then he found it again—a dirty pink shape, half hidden in the sedge. A dress form, perhaps a mannequin? His heart gave the familiar little stutter that almost always meant a good score.   The man knelt alongside Gus and patted the dog’s trembling rump. “What do you think? Worth getting wet for?”   Gus whipped around in a tight, fast little circle. That was good enough for Kozlowski.   The incline was steep and slippery. He edged his way down, leaning back to keep from going ass-over-teakettle. Gus scampered ahead of him and then paused at the base of the hill, shaking water from his coat. Kozlowski’s eyes locked in on the thing in the field. Definitely a mannequin—he could see the arms and legs splayed out in the mud. Cleaned up and restored it might get him a C-note from a vintage shop or a tailor. And there was the outside chance it was worth real money. He’d heard of antique mannequins going for seven, eight hundred a pop, sometimes more if it was a rare model in good condition.   But even from fifty feet away, this one was looking pretty rough. Its wig was so tangled and dirty he couldn’t guess what the original color might have been. The left arm crooked out at a strange angle to the rest of the body, probably busted. Dark streaks of mud wreathed the pale figure. Gus darted ahead across the field toward the thing, running in wild circles around it for a moment as Kozlowski approached.   He was a few yards away when the hair on the back of his neck suddenly shot up. Something felt wrong about the whole scene. The mannequin’s skintight dress was hiked up around its waist, its sculpted buttocks bare to the sky. Another time he might have thought it was funny, trying to imagine why the hell the manufacturers had designed a dress-store dummy with a realistic ass. But here in the rain, splayed out in the mud, it looked so sad—so sick—he felt a creeping unease that crowded out the dollar signs he’d imagined.   Gus was pawing at the thing’s torso, a thin whine coming up from his throat. Through the sound of the rain, Kozlowski could hear the distant croak of a raven from the tree line around the lot. He stepped closer, barely noticing the dull throb in his knee or the cold weight of his soaked denim jacket, kneeling down next to the shattered form in the gorse.   Two things happened at once.   The first was that Kozlowski’s eyes confirmed what some part of his gut already suspected: that the pale peach color was not fiberglass but flesh. That the dress was torn almost to shreds. That the black grime caking the skin was laced with streaks of dark red.   The second was that the woman’s left hand—jutting at a grotesque angle from the rest of her body—slowly clenched, fingers curling down into the dirt.   She was still alive.