Linda Howard
Linda Howard
Linda S. Howingtonis an American best-selling romance/suspense author under her pseudonym Linda Howard. Before she became a writer, she was an avid reader and fond of Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell. After 21 years of penning stories for her own enjoyment, she submitted a novel for publication which was very successful. She currently lives in Gadsden, Alabama with her husband, Gary F. Howington, and two golden retrievers. She has three grown stepchildren and three grandchildren...
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missing village idiot
A village somewhere was missing it's idiot.
bad building density high piece property simply urban
Building an urban high density subdivision on this postage-stamp-sized piece of property is simply a very bad idea.
employment found includes pay totally
I have found employment documentation that was totally falsified -- that includes pay stubs and W2s,
basketball looking
She was never more comfortable than when she was dribbling down a basketball court, looking for an opening.
cry distracted lose swimmer wonder worrying
She would probably cry and wonder what in the world she had done to make the other swimmer mad. She would be so distracted worrying about it, she would lose her concentration.
gained grew inches three
She grew three inches (to 5foot-7) and gained 30 pounds.
motivation
She is a perfectionist. Her motivation is her own.
eye heart imperfection
He supposed he knew, rationally, that she wasn't the prettiest woman in the world, but if his eyes saw any imperfections, his heart didn't care.
consciousness wells ifs
If death turned out to be a lack of being rather than a lack of consciousness, well, then, that sucked.
peaceful sunrise gone
Death isn't peaceful; it is just nothing. Everything is gone. No more sunrises, no more hopes, no more fears. Nothing.
eye smoking leaving
I'll tell you what's wrong!" he roared, "I'm trying to quit smoking!" Then he strode angrily to the truck, leaving her standing there. She blinked her eyes, and slowly a smile stretched her lips. She strolled to the truck and got in. "So, are you homicidal or merely as irritable as a wounded buffalo?" "About halfway in between," he said through clenched teeth. "Anything I can do to help?" His eyes were narrow and intense. "It isn't just the cigarettes. Take off your panties and lock your legs around me, and I'll show you.
light self sweat
But never had he felt more enthralled than he was right now, sitting beside Evie on a weathered old dock, with a blazing afternoon sun, almost brutal in its clarity, bathing everything in pure light. Sweat trickled down his back and chest from the steamy heat, and his entire body pulsed with life. Even his fingertips throbbed. It took all of his formidable self-control to prevent himself from pushing her down on the dock and spreading her legs for his entry.
morning effort body
By morning, she was raw and sore, and knew walking would be an effort. By morning, she could barely remember what it had been like to not know his body, not to have felt him inside her and held him in her arms and absorbed the power of his thrusts as he came. By morning, she was his.
names earth known
I’m Sam Donovan.” “I know who you are. Mrs. Kulavich told me. I’m Jaine Bright.” “I know. She told me. She even told me how you spell your name.” Now, how on earth had Mrs. Kulavich known that?