French Silk
Sandra Brown
Language: English
Pages: 576
ISBN: 1455574325
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Like the city of New Orleans itself, Claire Laurent is a vibrant beauty laced with a mysterious elusiveness. The founder of French Silk, a fabulous lingerie company, she has fought hard to make it a worldwide success. Then a TV evangelist attacks French Silk's erotic sleepwear as sinful. And when he is killed, Claire becomes the prime suspect.
District Attorney Robert Cassidy knows Claire is damning herself with lie after lie about the murder, even as he feels her drawing him into her world and her very soul. But neither Cassidy nor her protests of innocence can save Claire unless she reveals a shocking truth -- one she has sworn to take to the grave...
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wall jack. “No.” “Alister, you’re not behaving rationally. What’s got you so scared?” He croaked a single word. “Voodoo.” Chapter Twenty Yasmine barged in on them a few minutes before six o’clock. She flung the bedroom door open, stomped in, then skidded to a halt when she saw Claire snuggled against Cassidy between the sheets of the twin bed. “Oh, shit!” The expletive woke Claire from a sound sleep. She sat up, shoved her hair out of her eyes, and groped for the corner of the sheet to
when I told them about the baby.” Claire drew Mary Catherine against her and whispered, “Don’t worry, Mama. I’m here now. I’ll always take care of you.” Claire held her until her weeping subsided, then pushed her away and smiled into the tear-streaked face. “Do you know what I’d love for supper? Some of your gumbo. Will you make some for me? Please.” “My roux is never as good as Aunt Laurel’s,” Mary Catherine said shyly, “but if you really want some…” “I do.” She motioned for Harry. “Why don’t
though May was only a few days old. Blossoms had burst in such abundance that the air was heavily perfumed. Leaves were new and vibrantly green. The vitality of spring rushed through the veins of three schoolgirls, filling them with a lust for life that couldn’t be appeased by English literature, geometry, French, or chemistry. With energy pumping and looking for an outlet, they abandoned their studies to sneak off in search of the forbidden pleasures to be found in the French Quarter. They
really do that. It’s anatomically impossible.” “It is if they’re no bigger than yours,” Alice taunted. Mary Catherine Laurent diplomatically intervened. She often played the role of peacemaker, disliking strife of any kind, but particularly among her friends. “She didn’t have on anything else?” “Not a stitch. Well, she had a tiny triangle of glitter over you-know-what.” “Her pussy?” Dumbfounded, the two other girls gaped at Lisbet. “Well, that’s what my big brother calls it.” Lisbet’s brother
gone down in the rooms upstairs that night. Nobody’s going to get hauled in by vice if they were with a prostitute who handcuffed them to the furniture and took dirty pictures. I don’t care who was banging whose wife. What I do need to know is the identity of every person who came through the doors that night. I know you keep a tough vigil on the lobby area. You see a lot of people. Someone you consider insignificant might not be. Any scrap of information could be vital.” “I understand, Mr.
