Hit and Run. Allison Brennan. Mark Gimenez. The Marriage Coin Boxed Set. Cara Marsi. The Plum Tree. Ellen Marie Wiseman. Wicked Ways.
Lisa Jackson. Don't Go. Lisa Scottoline. Tess Gerritsen. Little Girl Lost.
Brian McGilloway. Ty Hutchinson. Crash and Burn. One Good Dog. Susan Wilson. And Then She Was Gone. Rosalind Noonan. No Escape.
Mary Burton. Conspiracy of Silence. Martha Powers. Behind the Shattered Glass. Tasha Alexander. The Case Against William. Katie Reus. Cover Your Eyes. White Bones. Graham Masterton. The Ripple Trilogy Box Set. Cidney Swanson. The Perk.
Twisted Threads. Lea Wait. The Abduction. Her Sanctuary. Toni Anderson. The Silent Girls. Eric Rickstad. The Girl in the Woods. Gregg Olsen. The Right Thing. Amy Conner. Someone Is Watching. Joy Fielding. Silent Scream. Angela Marsons. Kinsey and Me.
FLEUR DE LEIGH IN EXILE
Sue Grafton. Town House. Tish Cohen. Debbie Macomber. Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage. Alice Munro. Sugarplums and Scandal. Dana Cameron. Ed: An Ed Gein Story. S Hatlaban.
The Christmas Spirit of Starlight Cove. Juliette Hill. Christmas Cover-Up. Lynette Eason. Two of the Deadliest. Elizabeth George. David Reich. The Lemur.
Fleur de Leigh in Exile: A Novel by Diane Leslie
Benjamin Black. Killing Cassidy. Jeanne M. Small Change. Elizabeth Hay. Peachtree Road. Anne Rivers Siddons. Steampunk Quartet. Eileen Gunn. Silver Scream. Mary Daheim. Sarah Braunstein.
- Mulholland Masquarade;
- Solvency: Models, Assessment and Regulation.
- I Dream of Magda.
Lawrence Block. Charmian could uproot a bedroom while dressing for a cocktail party, but even her discards looked orderly compared to what I encountered. The blinds were drawn against the late afternoon sun, but in the dim light I could see at least eight girls, two to each of the room's four beds.
Swathed as they were in hospital gowns, the patients were hardly distinguishable, and an armamentarium of medical equipment further obstructed my view. An IV appliance dripped liquid into some poor, prone girl's arm. The ladder back of the one viable chair in the room had an enema bag jauntily woven through it. A wheelchair, canisters of oxygen, a traction contraption were in evidence. The bedpans outnumbered the beds. I wondered now if the multitude of tablets and capsules Maurice foisted on me daily were harbingers of a fatal disease.
My favorite nanny had departed from our house when I was an impressionable four-year-old. I had to let her go," Charmian had tsked at the time. Your father has witnessed her germs jitterbugging all over our plates and silverware. Really, she's a regular Typhoid Mary. A vision of Cocteau, our purebred Saint Bernard, flickered through my optic nerves. When Cocteau had contracted mange, he, too, had been exiled, along with his disenfranchised hairs and scabs. His bed had been incinerated. Were my mattress, sheets, and four posters being trucked to the Department of Sanitation at this very moment?