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Here are the five sentences from The Illustrious Client:
OCEANE LEANED HER head against Zaro’s left shoulder, laughing as she continued to sing a French lullaby to the giant panda she carried in her left arm. The night was cool as they strolled along Portland’s waterfront away from the Rose Festival City Fair, and toward the privacy of Zaro’s yacht. The bridge lights cast their rainbow colors on the water behind them as they passed the condos and strolled alongside the shop windows. Seagulls roosted on mooring pylons, letting her know it was probably later than she thought. She pulled her cashmere sweater a bit tighter as a breeze came off the Willamette River. Still, it wasn’t raining as her friends had warned her it would do every day.
Title: The Illustrious Client
ReplyDeleteAuthor: Sandra de Helen
genre (mystery, thriller, suspense): mystery
buy link: http://bit.ly/TheIllustriousClientbysdh
Website or Amazon Author page link: SandradeHelen.com
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Here are the five sentences from The Illustrious Client:
ReplyDeleteOCEANE LEANED HER head against Zaro’s left
shoulder, laughing as she continued to sing a French lullaby
to the giant panda she carried in her left arm. The night was cool
as they strolled along Portland’s waterfront away from the Rose Festival
City Fair, and toward the privacy of Zaro’s yacht. The bridge
lights cast their rainbow colors on the water behind them as they
passed the condos and strolled alongside the shop windows. Seagulls
roosted on mooring pylons, letting her know it was probably later
than she thought. She pulled her cashmere sweater a bit tighter as
a breeze came off the Willamette River. Still, it wasn’t raining as her
friends had warned her it would do every day.