Who's going to rob us? A crackhead crab? A jellyfish junkie?

I tend to watch a lot of movies at home. It's nice to be close to the refrigerator with my pyjamas on and just relax.

I have a cotillion event. Some yacht-club charity fundraiser thingy. Whitney is insisting, and Kit took her side.” Three wide smiles. “Oh shut up.

Who's going to rob us? A crackhead crab? A jellyfish junkie?

Though Anne was born in Alabama and schooled in Mississippi, she had traveled North, and, like many Southerners, gained a theoretical understanding of the concept of cold. But the mind is an overprotective parent. What it doesn't care for, it hides. Like many inhabiting the subtropics, Anne had repressed the reality of subzero mercury.

I'm not writing great literature. I'm writing commercial fiction for people to enjoy the stories and to like the characters.

I’m adding ‘canine’ to my searches,” I said. “And ‘instinct.’” “Whatever. I’m adding ‘lunatic.