You Can't Put Cuffs On Mr. Cluck!

From The Look On Your Face, I'd Say You Know Him." I Nodded. "sold Him A Cannoli When I Was In High School." Connie Grunted. "honey, Half Of All The Women In New Jersey Have Sold Him Their Cannoli

Your Life Isn't Out Of Control. It's Expanded.

Oh Good. I Love Being Bait For A Homicidal Mutilator." Stephanie Plum

My Mother Had Been Slicing Up The Chicken. She Took A Drumstick And Dropped It On The Floor. She Kicked It Around A Little, Picked It Up And Put It On The Edge Of The Plate. "there," She Said, "we'll Give Him This Drumstick." "deal.

The 'barnaby' Books Were Always Intended To Be Graphic Novels.