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Charlotte." No, no, no. "Dixie, wait, listen to me -
The CM stands for Cole Miner.
Your sister Betsey Trotwood...
I really love Adina Porter.
Florence Nightendick
RITA finalist Colleen Coble is the author of several bestselling romantic suspense series, including the Mercy Falls series, the Lonestar
Talent Katerina is a dangerous thing
Cosette, by learning that she was beautiful, lost the grace of not knowing it; an exquisite grace, for beauty heightened by artlessness is ineffable, and nothing is so adorable as dazzling innocence, going on her way, and holding in her hand, all unconsciousness, the key of a paradise.
Please welcome our hometown girl, a Winsor Cougar, a world-famous recording artist. Please welcome Chanin Anne.
They say when you die, your life flashes before your eyes.
It's true.
Except all I can see is Cole.
Because he was my life.
I wouldn't let anyone say a bad word about Cheryl Cole.
Lauricia or Aurelia?
Jax Cassidy is delightful! Her lush, lyrical way with words will draw you in and keep you turning the pages.
Cassandra Gregory?" I say, not able to keep the question out of my voice. "I'm Grace, your
"
The door slams in my face before I can finish.
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daughter."
Well this is not a good start to our reunion.
Katherine the Midwife
Cole grabbed a fistful of his own hair. Beckett, I met the most amazing girl this morning. I can't think straight.
Hail, Piper McLean," Chiron announced gravely, as if he were speaking at her funeral. "Daughter of Aphrodite, lady of the doves, goddess of love.
If I could feed off Cole without our lips touching ...
If I could feed off Cole from across the room ... even better.
From across the Earth ... best.
It might be the white woman or man our son or daughter will marry and the white woman or man our grandson or granddaughter will marry, all of them wading into the future until one of our line claims to be Sicilian. Leave instructions: the granddaughter of our granddaughter shall be named Cicily.
Tess
DY-N-AMITE
Tim
That was pretty much all you needed to know about Cole, right there. He saw something he didn't quite understand, liked it, and took it to be his.
Katy. Her name was Katy. Reminded me of Kitty. Kitty cat. Kitten. Look at me, putting all these words together.
the Pierre, she pictured Charlotte's face at lunch
Every word out of her mouth was freakin' silk, and Cole would have bet a thousand bucks, right then, that even Ben had a hard on. Forget The Fortune Bottle. This woman could have a career in food porn.
Like sex, seduction, and sin had decided to get it on and Cole Carson was the result.
Just call me Caitlin,
Though Nathalie Dupree did not remember much about my presence in her class, it marked me forever. I remain her enthusiast, her evangelist, her acolyte, and her grateful student. She taught me that cooking and storytelling make the most delightful coconspirators.
Who knows not Circe, The daughter of the Sun , whose charmed cup Whoever tasted, lost his upright shape, And downward fell into a groveling swine?
Oh my God, of course she was Lily - and she was sickeningly beautiful. Suddenly, I was even more nauseous than usual. I was going to vomit all over myself and be dubbed hurl-girl for the rest of eternity. I was going to throw up all over Lillian Hunt. - Nicole Abbot
daughter-in-law, Cecy, with whom she had become dear friends.
Cadence Taylor is my girlfriend and no matter what the people walking around us think, I'm going to treat her that way.
Manye chapeleyns arn chaste, ac charite is aweye; Are none hardere than hii whan hii ben avaunced: Unkynde to hire kyn and to alle Cristene, Chewen hire charite and chiden after moore - Swich chastite withouten charite worth cheyned in helle.
Cosmo Girl with a passion for fashion and a magic flask.
Before college, I was Cyndi, and then I think I went to college and I was like, 'You know what? Now I'm Cynthia.'
Mirren, she is sugar, curiosity, and rain.
You are my mere jaan, my life, Kelsey Hayes.
Ruth Cole was a novelist; novelists are not at their best when they go off half-cocked. She believed that she would prepare what she was going to tell the police - preferably in writing.
Cole stood in a living room of chicken hell. Wallpaper with chickens on it. Chicken clock. Chicken pillows. Framed plates with chickens on it.
My little Jasnah, insufferable and wonderful.
Cheryl Cole, if you're reading this, I may not be as prety as you but at least I write my own songs.
Cole turned his bride to hug her from behind, nuzzling her neck.
-I'll have you in my bed next. I'm going to make love to you so thoroughly that, tomorrow? You'll walk like John Wayne.
Cole's interest was a tell. He wasn't expressing casual curiosity. He was all business, and carried himself like a man with a need to know. Scott didn't like the way Cole's friends were staring, like a couple of lions waiting to pounce. "I'd rather speak alone." "We're good." Cole
HONORINE BEATRIX
Renesmee was beautiful and gifted and unique - she was one of a kind.
I have been a big fan of Coco Rocha's for many, many years. I have seen her walk in runway shows, pose like no other in photo shoots, and naturally follow her every move on Twitter and Instagram.
I love Merion and I don't even know her last name.
I love coming back into Chersonesus in the afternoon; the city is lit up by the sun beginning to set. The sound of the water rushing past the hull, and the sky is as blue as Helena's eyes."
"Did I hear a woman's name?
Jaime, dear, forgive me, but I don't think you are man enough to take care of my Cass. She's a special kind of difficult.
Bernice was fascinated by Trinket because she wore her sexuality as openly as a fragrant perfume. She was also amazed by the fact that Trinket found life so easy and satisfying.
He had given Cosette a dress of Binche lace that had come down to him from his own grandmother. "These fashions have come round again," he said, "old things are all the rage, and the young women of my old age dress like the old women of my childhood,
If you even think about touching her, I swear to God I will rip your heart out. - Chayse Pierce
Mary Quant is my favourite fashion designer.
Piss!" shouted Kosta, hoisting his tumbler toward Cosetta, who nearly came apart at the joints with the resulting fit of giggles.
"Thank you, Ravelle, for this gift of a daughter who will now be up all night repeating that word ...
Cole looked up at me. His face was always a shock: so good looking. I had to make a conscious effort to put that aside in order to be able to talk to him like a real person. He couldn't help what his face looked like.
Previously, when I began to write this tale, I set out by saying that Mlle. Claude was a whore. She is a whore, of course, and I'm not trying to deny it, but what I say now is
if Mlle. Claude is a whore then what name shall I find for the other women I know?
Cole had never been good with physical affection until her. Now his heart burned with their closeness - so much bigger and better than lust was this love.
Jax Cassidy is a brilliant new voice in contemporary fiction. Full of heat, seduction, and romance, her winning characters are sure to capture your heart and find a place on your keeper shelf.
Is that your scarf the duke's son is wearing?" Cristyne stared at Gisela with wide eyes. Gisela forced herself to breathe. "It is." Cristyne said her name in a slow, awed whisper. "Gisela.
She saw a lone figure running across the dark parking lot toward her, a weapon in his hands. ...*Not again.* And this time she was all alone. No Cole Walker, heroic police detective and star in too many of her fantasies, to save her.
feet - "Charlotte." Someone inside was using her
Charlotte. There's a girl on the roof. She says her name is Lena... She says she brought the helicopter you wanted? - August
Cole is a man, a hero. A friend. Toxic is a choice.
Da.
-Cole st. Clair
Grace-" He scowled, then laughed. "What the devil is your middle name?"
"Catriona." she whispered.
"Grace Catriona Eversleigh," he said, loud and sure, "I love you.
comely Savannah Frost approaching my front door. She
Right now I'm trying to do a fragrance called Natalie. She's very, very much alive for us.
Cole noisily blew out a breath and said, "Maddie, Charlie and I are both in love with you. We have been for a very long time.
Cole, who had kissed me. Cole, who had refused to discuss it afterwards. Okay, fine. I had refused. Cole, who was driving me flipping crazy.
Charles - Charlie - Taylor had
her kitten-pink tongue
Listen to this," said Maddie. "Cerise Hood. Cedar Wood. Cerise Hood. Cedar Wood. Cedar, you and Cerise have to be friends or your names will get mad and just march right off you!
Lucretia Jane Price. A sweet name for a sweet lady that smelled of roses, spoke with a sweet drawl, and was surely made of all the sweet country things a man who hadn't eaten a good meal in a long time could imagine
molasses, sweet peas, sweet corn, freshly churned butter.
She was a tiny girl - a trinket brunette, very pretty, very pale, and hard as nails.
I'm her sister," I say. "Caroline Taylor,
Bychan: little one Cariad: sweetheart, beloved one Annwyl:
Cassia Reyes, the Society is pleased to present you with your Match.
Brooke Dumas. I'm Remington.
Not Cassie for Cassandra. Or Cassie for Cassidy. Cassie for Cassiopeia, the constellation, the queen tied to her chair in the northern sky, who was beautiful but vain, placed in the heavens by the sea god Poseidon as a punishment for her boasting. In Greek, her name means she whose words excel.
We at the Christian Writers Guild couldn't be more proud of Brandy Vallance. Let her debut novel transport you to an entirely fresh time and place where you'll soon forget you're turning pages and find yourself riveted to the destinies of characters who'll leave a lasting impression on your heart.
Whitney: You black-hearted, treacherous, conniving scoundrel.
Clayton: Your flattery warms my heart
Huguette Clark was an artist, a painter and doll collector.
The work of Jana Harris is unique in American writing. She has always had a voice of true grit - sometimes harsh, sometimes funny, always close to the bone, tart, and indomitable.
Michael Cole loves me and I love it!
Charley looked like someone from a Greek play, Electra, or Cassandra. She looked like someone had just set her favorite city on fire.
Juliette.
I can't control a nightmare, but in my waking moments her name is the only reminder I will permit myself.
Sweetly, albeit hoarsely and with a burr, the girl started singing something scarcely comprehensible, but, judging by the women's faces in the stalls, very seductive:
Guerlain, Chanel no 5, Mitsuko, Narcissus noir, evening dresses, cocktail dresses..
Madeline Hatter. Her lavender-streaked teal hair exploded around her in messy curls. The polka-dotted, striped, and lacy layers of her skirt were bunched and fluffed. Her teacup hat tilted low over one ear. "Whoops,
And last," Ms. Baginski carried on. "My most precious possession, the thing I treasure above anything else in this world, that being my granddaughter, Josephine Diana Malone, I hereby bequeath to James Markham Spear.
Charlie's soul. It was odd to have this realization in front of a bunch of strangers, her softball team, and under a scorching hot spotlight, but for Ava, Charlie would try. She would
Chihiro, huh? Her real name's Chihiro? Can't beat the power of love.
That girl can barely spell her name.
Up next is Noelle.
'Hey, girl!'
'Don't you dare start calling me that. This is very nice of you to do.
She has more names than petticoats.
I hope that wasn't because of what I said about the barrel racing," Kelsey said.
"Probably me," Cole said. "She's sensitive. And I'm not. I'll apologize later.
Cole made a hissing sound. "Are you inside yet? God bless America and all her sons. What is taking you so long?"
The front door was locked. "Here, talk to Grace"
"Mommy isn't going to give a different answer than Daddy," Cole said, but I handed her the phone anyway.
Melissa Pritchard is a treasure.
Cole knew what the chemical smell on the cloth over his nose meant. He took one breath, and his last conscious thought was simple: Kyle.
The girl was beautiful, her skin like fresh cream and her long hair so dark it seemed to suck the color out of everything it surrounded. She was small. French women all seemed to be small-boned bird creatures, delicate in a way Eby could never be.
We still hate Bridgette, right? I haven't missed anything?
jessamine. Flowering