Take one food writer named Cranky Agnes, add a hitman named Shane, mix them together with a Southern mob wedding, a missing necklace, two annoyed flamingos, and a dog named Rhett and you’ve got a recipe for a sexy, hilarious novel about the disastrous side of true love… Agnes Crandall’s life... read more
“Contentment with the past, happiness in the present, and hope for the future.”Carpenter
“Leave it to the army to mechanize an erection.”Lisa Livia Fortunato
“Angry language makes us angrier”Dr. Garvin
“Contentment with the past, happiness with the present, and hope for the future. Learned optimism.”Highlighted by 11 Kindle customers
DOGS AND GODDESSES ISBN: 0-312-94437-3 ComingHighlighted by 5 Kindle customers
Think before you eat, people: Food should be the life of you, not the death of you.Highlighted by 5 Kindle customers
“Is he going to try to kill me?” “No.” “Already I like him,” Agnes said, and went into the bedroom.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
I’ll kill any son of a bitch who tries.” He stopped. “Not that I’ll have to. Anybody who wants him will have to come through his mother first, and God help that poor bastard.”Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
Not that he wouldn’t move in there in a second if invited. Breakfast had pretty much sealed that deal.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
“That’s my girl,” Shane said, and went out the back door, remembering too late that she wasn’t. He had to get out of Keyes.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
“That fuckin’ hairball is tryin’ to hurt my little Agnes? I’ll kill the bum.” Joey pulled his gun out. “Let’s go whack him.” “No,” Shane said, though it was tempting.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
Agnes had awoken slowly to voices out by the gazebo and then quickly to the realization that she was naked on her back porch with a teenage boy imprisoned in her basement and a cop walking up to her back door.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
Many of us have a recipe passed down to us by our mothers that pretty much sums up our childhood memories in an ingredient list. In my case, it was “One chilled glass, two parts Tanqueray, wave at the vermouth bottle, stir clockwise if you’re north of the equator, and for God’s sake, Agnes, don’t bruise the gin.”Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
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