Quotes from Josie Brown

Helpful Hint: Some Berettas are compact enough to fit into even the smallest evening clutch.

The key to spring cleaning is to be ruthless! Throw out anything and everything you never use. (Or that may be incriminating. Burn, if necessary, but remember—if using gasoline, those fires should be contained in a non-flammable container.)

can I help it if I'm a better assassin than I am a housewife?

I'm used to seducing and then killing men when they are at their most vulnerable. Tonight, though, it is me who is fighting the urge to surrender.

Bullseye. Well, almost. The cleaver misses his ear by a mere inch. He stops short, but he doesn't turn around. Instead he squares his shoulders then resumes his stroll out the door.

Word of caution: try not to get so caught up in the action that you shoot the idiot who keeps knocking on your front door! "He should have waited until the commercial break," won't earn you an acquittal for justifiable homicide.

I shift the dozen roses I've bought along with a copy of a spy novel—Red Sparrow by Jason Matthews— to shake her hand.

new world order

Since the very first moment she had laid eyes on him, Lorna Connaught had loved Dante with a hot fierceness that both excited and shamed her. The excitement came from the knowledge that, from then until the day she died, he would always be hers. Her shame came from the realization that she'd never felt such an achingly deep love like that before. Not even for her husband, Matthew.

The San Francisco restaurant chosen for the FBI's first sting in the college admissions investigation that went by the name "Operation Sis-Boom-Bah" was renowned for its exceptional wines (including a 2001 Pomerol Bordeaux), and the fact that it had just netted Food & Wine's highest honor, its Grand Award.

All I really needed to know about being a freelance assassin I learned before my youngest daughter, Trisha, started kindergarten. I've come to that realization as I lay naked and handcuffed to the bed of my target du jour, a sleazebag by the name of Yuri Petrovich.

activity. Every cubicle held a desk operative, furtively