mobi, epub |eng | 1996-09-04 | Author:Diane Mott Davidson

Chapter 12 “What is it, what are you doing here?” I asked. It felt like such a stupid question. Nevertheless, these guys had already proven they could make me feel ...

mobi, epub |eng | 1994-09-03 | Author:Diane Mott Davidson

12 Bob Preston peered down at our plates, then glanced around the restaurant. He sat tentatively, frowning at the Western-style light fixture hanging down over our table. “This is awfully ...

mobi |eng | 2011-05-12 | Author:Davidson, Diane Mott [Davidson, Diane Mott]

The upper left-hand corner said October 6, 1961. I put the book with the notation about Sunday meetings, as well as the article, into my gym bag and headed for ...

mobi, epub |eng | 2011-04-01 | Author:Diane Mott Davidson

14 I said, “Thanks for all your help,” then hugged her and hustled out to my van. On the way back to town, my cell phone began beeping. I had ...

mobi, epub, pdf |eng | 2009-11-25 | Author:Diane Mott Davidson

15 I repaired back to the kitchen, where any crisis was worth dealing with as long as it didn’t actually involve the wedding. Boyd and Julian were engaged in a ...

mobi, epub |eng | 2011-03-15 | Author:Manuel Munoz

Seven By the time the Director and the small crew reached Bakersfield at two in the afternoon, even the Actress knew that the day was wasted. A flat tire had ...

mobi, epub |eng | 2009-06-23 | Author:Janet Evanovich

_______ I WATCHED THE fire truck disappear down the street, followed by the last remaining cop car. What was left of my Escort was on a flatbed. “Where do you ...

azw3, mobi, epub |eng | 2012-01-01 | Author:Christopher Moore

Seventeen IN THE LATIN QUARTER DID YOU FIND US A PAINTER?” ASKED THE COLORMAN WHEN SHE CAME IN. He was sitting on the divan, feeding a carrot to Étienne, the ...

mobi, epub |eng | 2002-01-24 | Author:Joanne Pence

“Any moving violations?” “Just parking tickets…for the last three years, anyway.” “About those references,” she began, when she heard a knock on the door. Paavo’s knock. She should have realized ...

mobi, epub |eng | 1996-01-24 | Author:Joanne Pence

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE Angie walked into her classroom to find a cellophane-wrapped bouquet of long-stemmed red roses in the center of her desk. Could they be from Paavo? she wondered, although ...

mobi, epub |eng | 1997-01-24 | Author:Joanne Pence

Finally Paavo got back the results of the tests on the glass with Hodge’s fingerprints, the one Angie had given him. He tore the envelope open, eager to find out ...

mobi, epub |eng | 1993-01-24 | Author:Joanne Pence

“Bonnet.” Paavo’s voice was a low rumble. “Time for you to say bye-bye.” Stan’s face reddened with fury. “I said I will not be ordered—” “Thanks for stopping by.” Angie ...

mobi, epub |eng | 1999-01-24 | Author:Joanne Pence

He took her arm and drew her away, furious with Mayfield’s antics. “Let’s go.” Mayfield smirked. Paavo hurried Angie into the auditorium. The stage lights were lit, the curtains open, ...

mobi, epub |eng | 2001-12-31 | Author:Diane Mott Davidson

CHAPTER 10 I finished the pears, dropped them into a simmering, barely sugared syrup, and gave directions to Tom for the poaching and finishing. Then I grabbed my coat and ...

epub, mobi |eng | 1998-01-01 | Author:G. A. McKevett [McKevett, G. A.]

9:42 A.M. When Margie opened her hotel-room door and saw Savannah standing there, she nearly “cut a rug” as Savannah’s Granny Reid described the little dance done by extremely happy ...