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“Valerie was crying, too. She was laughing and sniffling back sobs. “I’m going to marry my snuggy wuggums,” she said. Morelli paused, his fork halfway to the roast chicken platter. He slid his eyes to me and leaned close. “If you ever call me snuggy wuggums in public I’ll lock you in the cellar and chain you to the furnace.”

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Ten Big Ones: A Stephanie Plum Novel

This book is part of the Stephanie Plum series, known for its blend of humor and suspense. The story follows the adventures of Stephanie Plum, a bounty hunter, as she tackles a series of complex cases. more

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Janet Evanovich
Janet Evanovich

Janet Evanovich, born on April 22, 1943, is an American renowned author. Her works are known for their humor, suspense, and crime elements, and are highly favored by readers. more

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