She said she was glad I wasn’t a ‘real’ Yankee (I was), gave me her recipes for red beans and rice (yum) and homemade mayonnaise (WTF?), taught me how to smock (!) and told me to watch out for the Faculty Wives Club at the University (I did).
Once upon a time in 1911, a beautiful princess was born. The love child of an Irish Lord and a Russian princess, she was given to strangers to raise. At least, that’s what she told her son Mike.
In this character-driven humorous thriller, Daisy is a one-woman curvy strawberry-blonde bombshell force of nature. She can’t hold a job, can’t cook, and has a strange sense of dress. Her trademark charm, humor, and joy in life can send any situation spinning out of control, threatening her and hapless partner Solomon with danger, and even chance of death, but just as often providing the clues needed to solve the case.
One thing that constantly surprises me about the books sent to me for review is how many people get the …
Meeting Agatha When I was ten, I had to stay home from school with strep throat. A fairly spectacular reaction …
Writing Fanfiction in the worlds of Tolkien and Beyond!
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LESBIAN SF & FANTASY WRITER, & ADVENTURER
Erm, what am I doing with my life?
SHORTS, NOVELS, AND OTHER THINGS
Spawned
in the beginning the universe was created. this has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move
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Tale of Net Cancer
No distance of place nor lapse of time, can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth.
Representing the users of our lifeline ferry services
Feel the fear and do it anyway.
novels and bookish thoughts
Book Reviews, News, and Other Stuff
THE DRIVELLINGS OF TWATTERSLEY FROMAGE
on the path to somewhere
Stories & Essays
In my Book world, or by Air, Rail, Boat, Walk, doesn't matter as long as you move.
From the depths of the trashcan
The Life & Ramblings Of A Zillennial
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