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Easy Kisses (Boudreaux #4) Dead and Gone (Sookie Stackhouse #9)

You have to let Dad take care of this, Peter pleaded. Please.

By the end of week two I was not getting any better.When I turned up to work on that Friday I was surprised to find Patrice waiting for me in my office. Stella called me. She’s worried about you. Patrice’s gaze drifted over me and she threw up her hands. What are you wearing?

Road of the Patriarch (The Sellswords #3)

I had on the skinny jeans I loved so much.But that wasn’t really the problem.I was wearing a white T-shirt with a giant coffee stain on it.

Leviathan Wakes (Expanse #1)

Patrice hurried at me, her eyes searching my face and growing wider by the second. You’re not wearing any makeup. And your hair— She gestured to me.I patted my head where I’d tied my hair up into a messy bun.

Oh, and I might not have washed it in a while.

My friend sighed. Heavily. Then she grabbed her purse off my desk, and then came back to me. Taking hold of my arm, she led me out of the building, calling good-bye to Stella before I could say anything.She finished her drink, set down the empty mug, and looked around the coffee shop. Big stainless-steel espresso machines lined the wall, pastries were arranged on the counter. Women and men of all ages sat at the small tables, talking, reading, typing on laptops. She found the heady scents of freshly brewed coffee and sweet pastries comforting, and she needed that now.

In New York, she often went to coffee shops with her laptop and people-watched. She enjoyed describing what she saw—the people, the setting, what they ordered. She jotted down comments she found amusing or poignant. Sometimes she’d be so inspired by a conversation she’d overheard that she finished the snippet with a short story, letting her imagination run wild. She never showed anyone her writing. She’d learned long ago that she didn’t have any talent. But she still enjoyed writing. She either threw the pieces out or hid them away in boxes in her closet. She didn’t know why she wrote. It was just something she’d always done.When Harper was little, she used to show people her stories. They were just silly ones about whatever caught her fancy. But she’d been proud of them. Then one day, when she was eight, her mother had called her into her office.

Monsters (Ashes Trilogy #3)

Harper James-Muir! Her mother’s voice rang out in their New York City condominium. Come into my office, please.Harper had been sitting at the kitchen table, idly kicking her legs and eating cinnamon toast while staring at the ice-crystal design on the window. Hearing her mother’s voice, she froze and darted a fearful gaze at her nanny. Her mother used her full name only when she was in trouble, and to be called into her office meant this was serious.

Luisa, her nanny, shook her head to indicate she didn’t know what this was about.Harper set down her toast while Luisa rushed to her side to wipe crumbs from her mouth and school uniform. She smoothed Harper’s hair, then, taking hold of her shoulders, guided her to her mother’s office.

Georgiana was sitting in her book-lined office behind a sleek ebony desk. She was dressed in her work clothes, a stylish black houndstooth wool suit. Harper crinkled her nose at the stench of the cigarette smoke that always made her stomach upset.Come in, Georgiana said. And shut the door behind you. That will be all, Luisa.

Harper heard the officious tone and, nervous, did as she was requested. She stood with her hands held before her.Harper walked across the plush carpeting to sit in one of the hot-pink velvet chairs with her shoulders back and ankles crossed, as she’d learned to do. Her gaze swept her mother’s desk for clues as to why her mother had called her in. She spotted her handmade book, Willy the Wishful Whale. Harper had been especially proud of this story of the adventures of a young whale searching for his family. She’d painted the illustrations herself, bound the book using a three-hole puncher and ribbon. She’d even written a song to go with it. She released a sigh of relief, thinking that her mother, an editor of books, would be proud of her effort. After all, she’d created her first book!

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