She shook her head slowly. โI donโt believe you. You canโt be a cop.โ โNot a cop.โ โFederal agent?โ โFBI.โ โEven more unlikely.โ โJ. Edgar rolls over in his grave every day, but thatโs the way it is.
Sandra BrownI came to write after several mini careers. I did live theatre, managed a cosmetics store and was a local television personality.
Sandra BrownI made straight A's and never got into any trouble, and I still impose those standards on myself. So writing is my chance to escape and become the sleaziest, scummiest role.
Sandra BrownHe lifted his gaze to the framed photograph of Tanya and him taken on their wedding day. God, she had been lovely. Her smile had come through her eyes straight from her heart. He had known unequivocally that she loved him. He believed to this day that she had died knowing that he loved her. How could she not know? He had dedicated his life to never letting her doubt it.
Sandra Brown