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“Ilona Andrews” is the pseudonym for a husband-and-wife writing team. Ilona is a native-born Russian and Gordon is a former communications sergeant in the U.S. Army. Contrary to popular belief, Gordon was never an intelligence officer with a license to kill, and Ilona was never the mysterious Russian spy who seduced him. They met in college, in English Composition 101, where Ilona got a better grade. (Gordon is still sore about that.)
We write together, we live in Texas, we have two daughters and way too many animals.
We are represented by Nancy Yost of Nancy Yost Literary Agency.
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From the Blog
House Rogan: Wash your hands? Why? Who even uses hands for touching or fetching things? House Pierce, cracking knuckles: What’s the temperature for this crap dying? 140F? Take a deep breath. House Etterson: The problem with poisoning, I mean sterilizing the house is all the damn dead bugs that keep falling on the floor from…
Britney Miller chewed on her bottom lip. She was about ten years older than me, in her mid-thirties, pale, with dark hair and round glasses, and she stared at the house in front of us with what could only be described as trepidation. I couldn’t really blame her. Built at the turn of the 20th…