Is there anything else I can do to see to your comfort, Miss Trent?" Perriwick inquired. "She's fine," Blake growled. "Clearly, she--" "Perriwick, isn't the west wing on fire?" Perriwick blinked, sniffed the air, and stared at his employer in dismay. "I do not understand sir.
Julia QuinnWhen the dead body said, "Good evening," Annabel had to face the grim conclusion that it wasn't as dead as she'd hoped.
Julia QuinnColin decided then and there that the female mind was a strange and incomprehensible organ - one which no man should even attempt to understand. There wasn't a woman alive who could go from point A to B without stopping at C, D, X, and 12 along the way.
Julia QuinnThou Shalt Not Covet Thy Cousinโs Wife. Moses must have forgotten to write that one down
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