Tag: It’s in His Kiss a novel by Vickie Lester
Anne boarded the plane shortly after six p.m. and was greeted by a tall, glossily blond-haired and singularly beautiful flight attendant. She saw two assistants in expensive suits sitting with open laptops balanced on their knees.At the front of the plane in the cockpit she glimpsed the pilot and copilot,both…
Joe wasn’t about to let up. “Everything the big studios do in Hollywood is predicated on the sexual fantasies of heterosexual fourteen-year-old boys. You understand what I’m saying?” “No.” “Leading men are straight. Period. On-screen and off. Cliff’s agency—Becky’s studio—raise fortunes based on that fantasy. Steve Nelson, he owns a…
“Hah! There is no such thing as this American idea. Privacy! No such thing. You want to know anything about me? I post it on the Internet. No such thing. No secrets. No problems. No privacy.” Page 169, It’s in His Kiss A note of caution: don’t take your Kindle…
“Have you met my significant other?” Anne shook her head, expecting him to introduce a strapping young man, possibly, most likely, in the acting profession. Instead he blew a kiss to a taught, angular woman in her late sixties / early seventies wrapped in an Indonesian sarong. She smiled serenely.…
Anne expected The Buccaneers to be some gimcrack, seedy nightmare, covered on the outside with weathered wooden panels while within would be a world of piratical tack with swags and ropes and men in velvet doublets—minus pants… pg. 167, It’s in His Kiss
Anne’s mood switched abruptly from near-terror to anger; she felt fury at the Escalade’s driver and deliberately pressed the “Sport” button on the dash, tapped the paddle shift on the steering column, yanked the wheel to the right, and as the engine engaged the Ferrari rocketed from eighty-seven miles per…