That’s nice of you, but it’s not necessary to loan me a car.I loan you cars all the time.And I almost always destroy them or lose them. I have terrible luck with cars. Working at Rangeman is a high-st...
That’s just terrible. Obviously the woman needed a cannoli. I don’t know what this world’s coming to when you get arrested for needing a cannoli.
That's how hospitals get you. You go in to visit and before you know it they got a camera stuck up your butt and they're looking' to find poloponies.
Tastykakes are just another of the many advantages of living in Jersey. They’re made in Philly and shipped to Trenton in all their fresh squishiness. I read once that 439,000 Butterscotch Krimpets are...
THE NOTE said the first clue was in the big one. I looked at the jumble of letters that followed, and I saw no pattern. Not such a surprise, since I was missing the puzzle chromosome and couldn't do p...
Stephanie Plum, psycho bait.
Stephanie Plum, master of rationalization. Believe whatever the moment calls for.
She switched the headlamp on and saw bats clinging to the side of the cave inches from her face. Someone whimpered. She supposed it was her. She switched the lamp off and played out the rope, dropping...
She looked like the senior version of an inflatable sex toy doll that needed more air.
She looked like Pooh when he was stuck in the rabbit hole.
Seneca, the Roman philosopher. Sometimes, even to live is an act of courage.
Riley stared at the vest and polo shirt. Is this necessary? Protocol, Wesley said. Riley tugged the shirt over her head and shoved her arms into the vest. This isn’t going to be dangerous, is it? The...
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Ranger’s lips swept along my jawline to my ear. I could make you forget the gown.
Ranger was waiting. He was dressed in black slacks, a form-fitting black T-shirt, and a black blazer.
Ranger was not husband material. He was a heart-stopping handsome Latino, dark-skinned and dark-eyed. He was strong inside and out, an enigma who kept his life scars pretty much hidden.
Ranger shrugged. Things turn up. He reached behind him and came up with a gun. My gun. Found this in the lobby, too. He tucked the gun under the top edge of my towel, wedging it between my breasts, hi...
Ranger sent us to check on you, Hal said. We just got here, and we heard shots. Some moron ate my jelly doughnut, Lula said. So I shot him.
Ranger is Cuban-American with skin the color of a mocha latte, heavy on the mocha, and a body that can best be described as yum.
RANGER WAS DRIVING a black Porsche Carrera. He was wearing black cargo pants,