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Friday, February 19, 2016

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Janice Croom said...

Taken from Death of an Idiot Boss

He reached for my red folder. “You finish the invoices?”

I pulled it away. “Still working on them.”

“We’re not on C.P. time,” Winston said. “They’re due today.”

This lily-white boy didn’t know nothing about Colored People’s time, but he had a Ph.D. in working my reserve nerve. He also had this bad habit of forgetting I’m his boss.

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Barbara White Daille said...

FROM The Lawman's Christmas Proposal:

Before she could blink, he had cupped the back of her head as gently as he had cupped her cheek, urging her toward him. Once his mouth met hers, she had nothing but the memories of another time and another place and all the feelings that came with them.

For this one long, heart-stopping, teenager-in-lust-again moment, she loved Mitch Weston as desperately as she had the last day they had been together.

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Kim McMahill said...

“Until what?” Grace screamed into the receiver, which was now dead.

Blue bolted from his position curled up in front of the fire, teeth bared, hair standing on the back of his neck, a low growl resonating from deep in his chest. Aussie joined in, and the two dogs’ reactions sent terror through Grace’s mind.

Hanging up the phone, she raced to the window and froze at the sight of headlights approaching the house.

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Charmaine Gordon said...

In 1996, I killed my father. Dear old Dad was great with a belt, a belt of whiskey. A belt from around his waist unbuckled when you least expected it and later I knew when it was coming and some of us escaped. Not me, not Mom, never Mom. I’m the oldest and didn’t want the little ones to see the okay dad turn into a monster on on on payday, every payday. Charmaine-Gordon/dp/0615909175 Charmaine-Gordon-ebook/dp/B004KKZ6WS reconstructingcharlie-511663-152.html