You're Such A Cupcake.

Yeah, I Like That Idea. Maybe He'll Shoot At Us Again. I Was Hoping Someone Would Shoot At Me Today. That Was The First Thing I Said When I Got Up: Boy, I Hope I Get Shot At Today.

I've Finally Reached A Stage In My Career Where I Can Do What I Want.

Shirley's Gonna Be Pissed," Gazarra Said. "she Hates When I Get Shot." To My Recollection, The Only Other Time Gazarra Was Shot Was When He Was Playing Quick Draw In The Police Station Elevator And His Gun Accidentally Discharged. The Bullet Ricocheted Off The Elevator Wall And Lodged In Gazarra's Right Buttock.

I Write To Entertain. When People Read One Of My Books I Want Them To Finish With A Smile On Their Faces, Feeling A Little Bit Better About Themselves And The People In Their Lives.

It Was Lorraine In Her Nightie And Mo In His Cap. They'd Just Settled Their Brains For A Long Winter's Nap In Front Of The Television. When Out In The Lot There Arose Such A Clatter, They Sprang From Their Recliners To See What Was The Matter. Away To The Window They Flew Like A Flash, Tore Open The Blinds And Threw Up The Sash. And What To Their Wondering Eyes Should Appear, But Stephanie Plum And Yet Another Of Her Cars Burning Front To Rear.