No, this isn’t from the infamous but beloved Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest:
“As my FBI forensic psychologist husband put it last night while I was cooking dinner in our historic Cambridge home that was built by a well-know transcendentalist, ‘You’re being tricked, Kay.'” — Patricia Cornwell, Red Mist, p. 5.
Reading that sentence makes my head hurt. As much as I admire Patricia Cornwell, she and her editor let that turkey slip through the cracks. Yes, even the great ones flub it sometimes.