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conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled Deadly Rumors about North, Carolina, Cheris with the genre: Literature & Fiction, United States.. End with the sentence 'net.'.
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conversations.value: CHERIS HODGES was bitten by the writing bug at an early age and always knew she wanted to be a writer. She wrote her first romance novel, Revelations, after having a vivid dream about the characters. She hopped out of bed at 2 A.M. and started writing. A graduate of Johnson C. Smith University and a winner of the North Carolina Press Associations community journalism award, Cheris lives in Charlotte, North Carolina, where she is a freelance journalist. She loves hearing from her readers. Follow Cheris on Twitter @cherishodges, friend her on Facebook at the author, or email her at cheris87@bellsouth.net.
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conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: Deadly Rumors
  Zoe Harrington was a marked woman and she didn't have a clue. FBI Agent Carver Banks watched Zoe as she watched a man who, he assumed, was a cheating husband. Over the last two months, Zoe's cases had been simple: catch the cheat, prove a parent was neglectful, or that someone violated a protective order. Carver liked it that way. She was safe. At least for now.
  After the alert he'd gotten on Friday, he knew Zoe was anything but safe. The only thing missing was a red target on her back. There was something else he knew, as well: If Zoe knew she was under surveillance, there would be hell to pay.
  Guns would be pulled, bad words exchanged, and there's a good chance that he'd be nursing a gunshot wound. Carver chuckled, thinking about Zoe pulling a gun on him and having the nerve to shoot him.
  It was a risk he'd have to take. Until the threat against her was neutralized, he had to protect her. And Zoe Harrington wasn't the kind of woman who needed protection—at least not in her mind—and she certainly wouldn't accept his help. She thought he was her enemy, when that was the last thing he was.
  Carver smirked to himself. The feisty Zoe had a smart mouth, but she was a hell of a kisser. Too bad she assumed the kisses and passion they'd shared two years earlier hadn't been real.
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conversations.value: Provide four more paragraphs.. End with the sentence '" She hung up before her brother could say anything else.'.
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conversations.value: Sitting up in the bed, he swung his legs over the side and reached for his cell phone. He needed to talk to the Shadow Team and find out if there was a mole on the Singletary investigation. He wasn't surprised about what Sarah had told him about Wendy.
  Losing Zoe would be the straw that broke Carver's back. She could hate him, if and when she found out about his subterfuge, but he was not going to let anyone harm her. Finding Singletary and putting him away had to happen immediately.
  Down the corridor, Zoe rolled over on her back and stared up at the ceiling. Another flight with Carver, and this time they would be alone. Was she ready for this?
  She regretted this phone call. Her reservations about Carver were slowly melting away. "Goodbye, Zach." She hung up before her brother could say anything else.
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conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: She'd been clearing about a million dollars a year. At least she was sleazy enough to hide the money in an account that had nothing to do with his business or their personal accounts. Shaking his head, Zach brought himself back to what was in front of him: a beautiful shoreline, women in barely there bikinis, and the blazing southern sun.
  Digging his toes into the warm sand, Zach tugged at his Brooklyn Nets ball cap and grinned. For the next seven days or more, he was going to be anyone he wanted to be, without worrying about the glare of the New York media. Just as he was about to close his eyes, his cell phone vibrated in his pocket. Grabbing it, he smiled when he saw it was his assistant, Kia Clarke.
  Zach muttered curses that caused a few people to give him the side eye. "Why does she keep tarnishing my name?"
  When they said good-bye, Zach turned his phone off, leaned back in his lounge chair, and closed his eyes. The warmth of the sun did little to ease the chill he felt creeping up his spine. Even though he'd divorced his criminal wife and had had nothing to do with her sex peddling, his boutique real estate firm was suffering. A couple of clients had taken their business elsewhere, costing him fifteen million dollars. The loss hurt, but his company was strong—for now. If he kept losing the big clients, then he would be hurting, as well as his employees.
  Part of him wanted to push Natalie into the Hudson River with a hundred pounds of weights attached to her Louboutins. But he was nonviolent, and he just planned to let everything blow over. He was going to have to diversify, and maybe he would find a great investment down south that would make up for his losses. Down here, he wouldn't be cast as the husband of the "Harlem Madame." He could create a southern branch of his business, buy some cheap land, and turn it into gold. After all, he knew his Midas touch was still intact. At least, he hoped so.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: At least, he hoped so.. After all, he knew his Midas touch was still intact." He could create a southern branch of his business, buy some cheap land, and turn it into gold. Down here, he wouldn't be cast as the husband of the "Harlem Madame. He was going to have to diversify, and maybe he would find a great investment down south that would make up for his losses. But he was nonviolent, and he just planned to let everything blow over.
  Part of him wanted to push Natalie into the Hudson River with a hundred pounds of weights attached to her Louboutins. If he kept losing the big clients, then he would be hurting, as well as his employees. The loss hurt, but his company was strong—for now. A couple of clients had taken their business elsewhere, costing him fifteen million dollars. Even though he'd divorced his criminal wife and had had nothing to do with her sex peddling, his boutique real estate firm was suffering. The warmth of the sun did little to ease the chill he felt creeping up his spine. "Why does she keep tarnishing my name?"
  When they said good-bye, Zach turned his phone off, leaned back in his lounge chair, and closed his eyes.
  Zach muttered curses that caused a few people to give him the side eye. Grabbing it, he smiled when he saw it was his assistant, Kia Clarke. Just as he was about to close his eyes, his cell phone vibrated in his pocket. For the next seven days or more, he was going to be anyone he wanted to be, without worrying about the glare of the New York media.
  Digging his toes into the warm sand, Zach tugged at his Brooklyn Nets ball cap and grinned. Shaking his head, Zach brought himself back to what was in front of him: a beautiful shoreline, women in barely there bikinis, and the blazing southern sun. At least she was sleazy enough to hide the money in an account that had nothing to do with his business or their personal accounts.She'd been clearing about a million dollars a year