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| d41cfd4 | Then I asked him the question that would change my life. "Mr. Trump," I said, "one of the things people love about you is you speak your mind and you don't use a politician's filter. However, that is not without its downsides. In particular, when it comes to women. You've called women you don't like 'fat pigs,' 'dogs,' 'slobs,' and 'disgusting animals.'" "Only Rosie O'Donnell," he quipped. The crowd chuckled at his Rosie O'Donnell comment. .. | Megyn Kelly | ||
| 6c53c4d | The bottle of morphine is wrapped up and passed to the child over the counter," a Tennessee doctor wrote. Doctors and pharmacists had little compunction about dispensing narcotics. "Young women cannot go to a ball without taking a dose of morphine to make them agreeable," a druggist said in 1876. A North Carolina doctor claimed he had given one patient between 2,500 and 3,000 shots over eighteen months "and so far see no signs of the opium .. | Gail Collins | ||
| ac18819 | HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2017 Jacket photography (c) Plain Picture / Hanka Steidle Extract of The Lonely City (2016) by Olivia Laing reproduced by permission from Canongate Books Ltd Gail Honeyman asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library. This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work.. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 9f954cd | Lewis B. Norwood, a wealthy North Carolina planter, was killed by two of his slaves. A husband and wife, they held him down, shoved a funnel into his mouth, and poured scalding water down his throat. (Norwood had just sold the couple's baby and was preparing to sell the wife.) | Gail Collins | ||
| d1a1168 | Thomas Berry was right: we're transitioning out of the Cenozoic and into the Ecozoic, an era when we humans become mutually beneficial to our Earth. But for now we seem to be trapped in the Anthropocene Age, with humans poised to create the next great extinction. | Gail Collins-Ranadive | ||
| 64cbe2b | Slowly he put his arms around her, holding her close against him. 'We are two bullheaded, wicked people who have lived very unconventional lives,' he murmured into her hair. 'Personally I think we belong together. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| d8321fe | He pushes his chair back and goes to the kitchen. "Are you hungry?" "Yes. I'm thinking Kentucky Fried Rooster." There's another chorus of cock-a-doodle-doo just as I finish speaking, and he laughs. "Henry's just doing his job, love." | the-chronos-files time-s-divide | Rysa Walker | |
| 9f47940 | The old often envy the young; when they do, they are apt to treat them cruelly. | Bertrand Russell | ||
| 8be8ceb | I couldn't allow you to reside at a place where such poor spelling is tolerated. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 1933cac | Yeah," Stoney muttered, "easy. Except for all the guns and the running around and the chance that somebody might try to follow you. Or that somebody might recognize you. You've been on TV, if you'll recall." "Ah, but I thought of that," she returned, reaching into a sack beside her and pulling out a blonde wig. "I hope that thing's bulletproof," her former fence said dourly. She smiled at Rick. "Is it true, Mr. Addison?" she chirped, pullin.. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| bd17b5c | The book jolted loose from her arm and fell to the ground. Opening her mouth to apologize to the man she'd bumped into, Rose turned around. And stopped. "A History of the New World," he read, straightening with the book in his hands. Eyes black as pitch regarded her. She'd never seen eyes like that before. The effect of their direct, level gaze was... unsettling. Beside her, Maggie gave a small gasp. "Thank you for retrieving my book, sir,".. | rose-and-bram | Suzanne Enoch | |
| 97bbcfa | Peanut butter, or turkey?" "Turkey. Soft on the mayo, extra mustard." Rick lifted an eyebrow at her. "Do I look like a cook?" "You do until Vilseau comes back. Because anything beyond microwave pizza is your territory, sweetheart." With a grin he began slathering mustard on one of the slices of bread. "Wonderful. So now I have to negotiate a multimillion-dollar deal and cook? Do you want tomatoes?" "Hell, yes, my darlin'." "Ahem. Innocent b.. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 7e2f04e | Obsidian eyes met hers, unreadable and assessing. Men didn't generally pay her much attention except to make an even number in a dance. And now she had a secret nearly-betrothed and a supposed teacher, one who looked like an angel and one a devil, and both with awful reputations. Best to remember that neither of them likely had anything good in mind for her. | king-cosgrove love-triangle rosamund-davies | Suzanne Enoch | |
| dfd028c | If a marriage is valued at ten thousand, surely I might have a waltz for three hundred." Her fingers clenched into very determined-looking fists. "So you know about the debt." He nodded. "If I'd known the prize, I might have wagered a larger sum against your brother." "I am not for sale." Clearly he could argue with that, but from the abrupt horror in her grass green eyes, she'd realized that at the same moment she'd spoken. 'Horror.' He'd .. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 374ee69 | You are a very interesting man," Rosamund stated. "And you have female friends. Actual friends. I don't think Lord Cosgrove can claim that." He smiled, sincerely complimented. "Why thank you, my lady. So, as long as I'm here, shall we kiss again, or do you wish to proceed along the garden path a bit further?" She backed up a step. "That's not very romantic." It took more control than he expected to remain where he was and not pursue her. "N.. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 2f197ce | I think those girls on the left side with the signs are members of Rick's Chicks," she returned, mostly to see if she could rattle him. "So are you, if you get the newsletter." Sam smiled. She couldn't help it, even when the volume of camera flashes increased in response. "That's right. Ooh, Mr. Addison, you're so hot, sign my tit, will you?" He leaned over, kissing her ear. "I am going to fuck you all night," he whispered. Shivers went all.. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 3900e85 | To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead. | Bertrand Russell | ||
| 8adfe7e | Richard ground his jaw. "I am not having this conversation right now," he growled, standing. "Watch your bloody movie and stay in the house until we get all the paperwork filed and put out a press release." Halfway to the door, a pillow hit him squarely between the shoulder blades. Richard froze. "You didn't just do that," he said, still unmoving. "The next thing I throw is going to hurt." He turned around. "What are you, five?" "Maybe. You.. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| fdfdb96 | Are you doing reporting for the Enquirer now, Patricia?" "Oh, please. It's a perfectly logical question." "Hey, Patty," Sam called in a carrying voice, "can you call back? We're right in the middle of having sex." Patricia gasped. "That woman is the most--" Richard hung up the phone. "You really shouldn't antagonize her like that," he said mildly, leaning down to finish their kiss. "She started it. And I still don't know why she hates me so.. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 7223f87 | Hola." "How hungry are you?" "I'm actually already eyeing a pizza place," Samantha's smooth voice came. "How long do you think you'll be?" "Too long. I think I'm going to order in." "Don't forget to feed your minions." He smiled. "Yes, love. I've already told them to find some crumbs. I'll see you in a few hours." That was his Sam, professional criminal and champion to overworked office staff everywhere. "Okay." She paused. "How's it going .. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 51f1923 | If Cosgrove means to play games, then so do I. I will marry him because I must, but I shall not be a lamb- or a cow- led to the slaughter. If he intends to destroy my spirit, he will find it a difficult task. I am not some fly whose wings he can pull off and then step on. I'm... I'm a bee, and I shall sting him back. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| ac8b00e | Not that I mind this in the least," he said quietly, reluctant to give up the intimacy but worried enough that he had to ask, "but is something troubling you, Sam?" Her breath caught, then began again. Slowly she nodded against his chest. Christ. Okay, it was bad. Calculating how hard he should push and how she would react, he decided to cajole her into talking. "You're not sick, are you?" "No," she said, her voice muffled against his shirt.. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| ef7cc99 | Another thought abruptly occurred to her. "You promised me some ex-girlfriends at the Everglades Club, and Patty showed up. So how many of those actresses and models you've left strewn in your wake will be around?" His jaw twitched. "Some, probably. They can't resist seeing me in my polo uniform. But how many former girlfriends must one have before they can said to be strewn?" "The exact number that you have," she retorted. She'd seen photo.. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 2006c1a | Raspberry iced tea for Irving, water for Tom, a soda for me, and Hans insisted that I bring Mr. | suzanne enoch | ||
| 041e6fa | Okay, that's enough teasing, buddy," she moaned, writhing against him. "I want the main course." "I'm not through with the appetizer," he returned, lifting her onto the edge of the table and pulling her panties down in the same motion. He flung them somewhere over his shoulder. "Hey! I've lost track of the number of pairs of underwear I've lost since I met you," she protested in a voice thick with passion and amusement. "I'll buy you a stor.. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 61fcf98 | As Phin eyed his friend, Alyse handed him a pair of trousers. With a grateful glance at her, he tossed the pistol onto the bed and shrugged into them. Evidently she'd grabbed the sheet as she fled the bed, because her slender figure was securely swathed in gold. A very good thing for all of them, considering the way Bram was eyeing her. "It's part three o'clock in the morning, Bram," he said finally. "What's happened that couldn't wait anot.. | bramwell-johns | Suzanne Enoch | |
| b505daf | Returning to her position beneath the skylight, she yanked her arm down. The end of a length of rope tumbled into the room. "Oh, Mr. Addison. I never give something for nothing." He found that he wasn't quite ready for her to leave. "Perhaps we could negotiate." She released the rope, approaching him with a walk that looked half Catwoman and all sexy. "I already suggested that, and you turned me down. But be careful. Somebody wants you dead.. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 437e389 | Taken as a whole, men are idiots and fools. They want what they cannot have, and fear what they do have has been gotten too cheaply to be valuable. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 8826eb4 | Smiles can be deadlier than pistols, if used correctly. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 0de8748 | What did he do?" he murmured. "He said something about if his words didn't put me in my place, he would find something that would. And then he slapped me." Bram abruptly regretted not making use of the knife he'd carried in his boot to the Hampton soiree. He could understand Cosgrove desiring her and wanting to control her. But to strike her... Bram was accustomed to being angry; he'd spent most of the past ten years in varying states of it.. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 87632c0 | Can I look at my feet now?" "No. A bird never looks at its wings while it's flying. If it did, it would realize it's doing something utterly impossible, and fall to the ground." -- | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| ead5946 | At times Valentine wasn't sure whether he kept Matthews about because of his supreme unctuousness or because he had half a suspicion the valet was trying to kill him. | humor romance | Suzanne Enoch | |
| 77d083b | They certainly seem enthusiastic, don't they?" Rick observed, coming up to lean against the window frame beside her. "What exactly did you say to them when you signed the contract?" "Only something about how much value I place on people adhering to the schedule they agree on." "You didn't bare your teeth or anything?" "Only in a smile." "Nice." | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| a60f0f3 | tantalus was locked, but just as Phin braced himself | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| fb30aad | Are you really dating Rick Addison?" the darkest-haired of the girls, Emma, asked. "I am." "Awesome." "Pause the game, Haley," Livia instructed. "We need to pay Sam, and then she's going to help get Anatomy Man back." Great. Now she could rob piggy banks. "You don't need to pay me. We'll call it a family courtesy." | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 60abf17 | You're back early. And high marks on the sneaking." "Thanks. There wasn't much traffic, up in the sky like I was." He made a flying gesture with his hands. "Smart-ass." | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| e301bd3 | That evil mojo thing was in my pocket, though, wasn't it?" she demanded. If it hadn't been, she was just plain-and-simple cursed." | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| b579ae3 | toward them, a | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 53fe361 | The man's a twit." "I love when you get all British." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'm always all British" | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| a1e4e62 | And yes, come to the press preview. That way if anything goes wrong, I can throw you to the paparazzi while I make my escape. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| d76ba26 | How many times do I have to tell you that I'm a big girl, Addison? Help your ex. Do your good deed. Go to London for your meeting, or do your negotiating here. I'll let you know if I need your help with friendly questions from the cop." She fluttered her eyelashes at him. "Unless you and Patricia are planning to move back in together or something first. Have you chosen your china?" "Don't be an idiot." "Hey, you married her. I didn't." | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 8e00fae | Her smile joined his, her thoughtful green eyes studying his face. "Do you know what I want to do right now?" Rick placed the cloth napkin across his lap. He should have asked for a less conspicuous table. "Tell me." Samantha picked up a bread stick, examined it for a moment, then slowly licked the length of it. "Mm, salty goodness," she murmured. "Christ. Cease and desist before I split my zipper." "Oh, then I would have to sit on your lap.. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 0bd8de3 | anything. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 1a92883 | Keating can be somewhat liberal with the profanity, so I shall substitute the word 'albatross' where necessary, and you may read that part privately later. | Suzanne Enoch |