What a disastrous start to the day, Jasmine March though as she stared down at her husband's nubile lover, dead on her kitchen floor.
That's one hell of a first line. Also, someone has written in my nice clean library hardback, in pencil on the flyleaf: "to dip into her consciousness...trading culinary secrets" and I think I'd sleep with them for their beautiful handwriting alone.
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