Showing results for "Happy Hour" in Genre Fiction

Isa Epley is 21 years old and wise enough to understand that the purpose of life is the pursuit of pleasure. In her diary she chronicles her New York City adventure during the sweltering summer of 2013. By day, Isa and her best friend, Gala, sell clothes in a market stall, pinching pennies for their Bed-Stuy sublet and bodega lunches. By night, they weave from Brooklyn to the Upper East Side among a rotating cast of celebrities, artists, and bad-mannered grifters.

Jess is happy working in Greenwich market selling trinkets to well-heeled locals and excitable tourists. Then one Sunday, Jess is thrown together with handsome, funny Ash, as they chase a pickpocket through the market, and before long they are making a habit of running into each other at the same time each week. Jess starts to realize that their hour together is the brightest part of her life. But Ash isn’t telling her everything.

Isa Epley ist einundzwanzig Jahre alt und weise genug, um zu wissen, dass der Sinn des Lebens im Vergnügen liegt. Tagsüber verkauft sie mit ihrer besten Freundin Gala Klamotten an einem Straßenstand, um ihre Zwischenmiete in Brooklyn zu finanzieren.

In her years of being a sleuth, Sabrina Carlson has rarely been this puzzled. She keeps asking herself, who would murder a car salesman in broad daylight? During happy hour, no less...Just when Sabrina believes she might be on the right track, a series of wild twists threaten to turn the case upside down. Will Sabrina be able to cut through the layers of deception and catch the killer in time?

Smarting from her recently cancelled wedding and about to turn 40, Laurie Sassalyn returns to her Maine hometown of Calcasset to handle the estate of her great-aunt Dot, a spirited adventurer who lived to be 93. Alongside boxes of Polaroids and pottery, a mysterious wooden duck shows up at the bottom of a cedar chest. Laurie's curiosity is piqued, especially after she finds a love letter to the never-married Dot that ends with the line "And anyway, if you're ever desperate, there are always ducks, darling".

Perpetually tired from working 24 hours a day since Adam and Eve were cast out from the Garden of Eden, The Angel of Death takes a Happy Hour and chronicles how he was "promoted" from the Arch Angel of Truth to The Angel of Death because, "No one wants to hear the truth all the time."