• Unexpected Rush (Play by Play #11) Kiss the Dead (Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter #21)

    Homemade pizza and cheesecake for dessert. A beer in my hand and the Lakers game about to start soon.

    Whatever it is, you can tell me. And we’ll deal with it.I, ah, I received a visit this morning just before sunrise. From a cousin of mine.

    Hold Me Closer: The Tiny Cooper Story (Will Grayson, Will Grayson #2)

    And that’s not good news?Instead of a recoil or a curse, the King laughed softly—rather like a great feline would purr when presented with the prospect of a meal. Wheels within wheels. You didn’t tell me he was a relation of yours.I did not know. I received a phone call from my third cousin once removed. I believe the tie is through marriage. If I had had any idea—

    The Party (The Proposition #0.5)

    Don’t worry about it. You can’t help what’s in your family tree. Again those nostrils flared. Guess he wasn’t welcome at your house, was he.No, my lord. I let him in only because he offered information on the Band of Bastards. He states that he has left them and is prepared to reveal their location, strategy, positions.

    The King smiled, revealing fangs as long as daggers. Then by all means, I want to meet with him.

    Abalone gave in to his instinct, walked over and lowered himself onto the bald wooden floor. My lord, you must know that—Wasting three days in limbo was sacrilege. I wanted vengeance. However, my mind couldn’t stop swimming with worry. Jethro, Jethro, Jethro. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else was important.

    The discordant ringing persisted; I wrenched my eyes from the remaining blank page. There was no more. My mother had left the mystery unsolved.The Weaver Journal was the only thing with the power to steal me away from repeating thoughts of Jethro. However, reading the journal’s pages gave me the strangest sensation—as if I’d lifted up the veil of time and looked at Hawksridge in a capsule of then and now. Hearing about Jethro when he was young, about Bryan loving my mother, and even Bonnie thanking Emma for making her dresses—it was surreal.

    You Only Live Twice (James Bond #12)

    Tossing away the journal, I scrambled out of bed. Dashing across the room, I peered at yards of apricot fleece, searching for the origin of the ringing. Pushing aside fabric and opening a small cubby inside the storage cupboard, I found the source.What on earth? Why have I never seen this before?

    Plucking the phone off its tarnished cradle, I held it to my ear. Hello?Instantly, a female voice said, He’s awake.

    Slamming against the dresser, I clutched the edge. Adrenaline drenched my system like a tropical rainstorm. No matter how much I’d prayed and hoped he’d stay alive, I hadn’t truly believed it.Are—are you sure? My voice was quiet as a mouse. How can you be sure?

    Don’t give me false hope. I won’t be able to stand it.I’m sure. Jaz sniffed happily. I spoke to him myself.