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“You’ve got to do it. Let me find one for you,” Savannah suggested.

Eve rolled her eyes. “I’ve already interviewed five potential bodyguards. They were all Neanderthals.”

Eve stood, all five feet of her in her billowy blue caftan, and faced her agent. She knew Savannah thought her eccentric; but hell, that’s what authors were supposed to be. Continue reading →