December 29, 2019 – Jacquie Biggar-USA Today Best-selling author

The Sisterhood of Suspense would like to wish everyone a safe and Happy New Year! We’re sharing lines with the theme- NEW -on this, the final Sunday of the decade-whew!

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#OneLineSunday by #RSsos Lines all about the topic NEW

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He lifted my chin. “Since the cookies you devoured were meant for me, we need a new batch, milk, a plate, and another movie. I’m partial to ‘Stalag 17.’ Okay, sweetie?”

Vicki Batman

The town sat nestled in the bosom of two mountainous ridges. Not quite the Caribbean getaway she should have been enjoying with her new husband—the rat fink.

Jacquie Biggar

The open house for my new career counseling office needed a proper launch, one that could only be achieved with pastries from a Sicilian bakery.

Joanne Guidoccio

The gentle sound of horses shuffling about in the pens began to permeate her consciousness, and she opened her eyes to see the wonderful, misty light of morning that happens just before the sun…

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