Scrappy sleuth Carmela Bertrand solves a holiday homicide in New Orleans' French Quarter in the latest Scrapbooking Mystery from the "New York Times"-bestselling author. Includes scrapbooking tips and recipes.
There was Naomi Rattler, the former maid of honor, and Julian Drake, the former best man. She noted that as Bobby Prejean bid good-bye to Ellie, Drake immediately rushed to Ellie's side to offer his own words of comfort.
“Black silk, too McQueen. Panne velvet . . . winter collection. Maybe this chiffon?” She held it up to herself, then shook her head. “No, it's too Antigua. We can do better.” “Delaine.” Theodosia said, “I'm perfectly capable of picking ...
Papermaking is a fascinating art and technology. The second edition of this successful 2 volume handbook provides a comprehensive view on the technical, economic, ecologic and social background of paper and board.
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She offered Drake her hand , and he obligingly bent forward and kissed it gently . “ This is definitely the party place , ” Carmela said . She noted that Drake was still gazing at Ava ( who was mooning back at him ) but hadn't bothered ...
The Christmas season at the Cackleberry Club café is marred by murder in the latest book in the New York Times bestselling series, now in paperback.
... mink , cormorants , bald eagles , coyotes , and canvasback ducks . ” “ Osprey , too , ” Drayton said as they crossed a wide bridge that took them to Hilton Head Island . “ Okay now , in two miles we turn onto Greenwood Drive .
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Driscoll asked. Suzanne shook her head. “Not me. Why?” Driscoll pointed to her slacks. Suzanne looked down and saw a smear of blood. She grimaced. “That's Mike's blood. Please hurry!” Deputy Driscoll placed a hand on his still-holstered ...
Then Tidwell shouted , “ Everyone , stop right there . ” The officers were nobody's fools . They stopped dead in their tracks . They knew darned well who was in charge . Tidwell came huffing up . He was wearing baggy khaki slacks and an ...