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“But I don’t understand,” she said. “Why have you been following me all over the world? Why didn’t you just approach me before?” “I’ve wanted to,” he confessed. “But I kept chickening out. I meant to in Frankfurt, but then you spotted me and I lost my nerve. I didn’t want you to think I was some sort of creepy stalker.” “God forbid,” Eliot muttered. Larry looked nervously at Eliot. “Then your bodyguard took off after me and I just panicked. And then there was that scary blonde in the dog costume…” “Scary?” Parker reacted, her indignation coming through Sophie’s earbud loud and clear. “I was adorable.” “My personal assistant,” Sophie explained. “She’s a furry.”

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Book:The Bestseller Job
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The Bestseller Job

This book delves into the competitive and often cutthroat environment of the publishing industry, focusing on the efforts of individuals striving to create and promote best-selling books. more

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Greg Cox
Greg Cox

Greg Cox, born in 1959, is a renowned writer whose works span across genres such as science fiction, fantasy, and horror. Known for his rich imagination and profound insights, Cox has made significant contributions to the literary world. more

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