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Southernmost Murder

Friday, May 28, 2021

Southernmost Murder (2018) C.S. Poe

Southernmost Murder

My cataplexy was why I took life in stride, because if I allowed myself to become overwhelmed with emotions, good or bad, it triggered my attacks.

It sucked when a micronap hit while I was in the middle of a conversation. Or eating. (In my defense, salads were boring.)

“When did you tell your parents?”

“That I was an FBI agent?” Jun asked dryly.


Publisher : Emporium Press
Rating: 8/10


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