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| − | * '''Amazon Listing''': <!--[http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/ After Their Vows (US)]--> or [http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/0263886468 After Their Vows (UK)]
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| | * '''Amazon Listing''': [http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0373130015 After Their Vows (US)] or [http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/0263886468 (UK)] | | * '''Amazon Listing''': [http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0373130015 After Their Vows (US)] or [http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/0263886468 (UK)] |
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| | ==Book Description== | | ==Book Description== |
| − | ===Blurb 1=== | + | ===Blurb=== |
| − | '''''From the [http://software.libredigital.com/bookrdr/dp-live/BookBrowse.html?a=U%2BlJw3qtCAtmGo4x19vntnAt93V%2Bi9wmHlkOrEw9M7IPzUaLNcK1miCxbJsMiLG%2FVQSxrL0Bhn1bMfQXCFc9G8EWeQDT4PBP13Ix8ZSSTsgsyDpp%2Ftyp%2BSre%2FdKiewLP&z=hlq back cover] of [[Harlequin Presents]] [[Harlequin Presents By The Numbers|#3001]], July 2011, US Edition:'''''
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| − | ''Broken vows don't necessarily mean a broken marriage…''
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| − | Angie de Calvhos meant every word of the vows she shared with husband, Roque, at the altar. Pity he didn't return her sincerity… Expecting happy-ever-after, instead Angie found herself going through a mortifyingly public separation!
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| − | Now Angie has finally built up the courage to put an end to her time as a de Calvhos wife once and for all. But she's forgotten the magnetic pull that devilish Roque possesses. and as the past collides with the present, Angie realizes she owes it to Roque—and herself—to give Roque another chance.
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| | '''''From the [http://software.libredigital.com/bookrdr/dp-live/BookBrowse.html?a=%2FUZBWU2D%2FjJ%2FfP7CyeYBWtLvvP1aUGKP5%2FJ7ScPY0ul4HiBmK0pJ1Er4xvdNsgnQq%2FucpBelkeV2wz%2FFpEmuiaZBztk1BuIeBIO7VVPi8ylehudI33D7sO2D7NBGn0oB&z=hmb back cover] of [[Modern Romance|Mills & Boon Modern Romance]] [[Modern Romance By The Numbers|#1065]], April 2011, UK Edition:''''' | | '''''From the [http://software.libredigital.com/bookrdr/dp-live/BookBrowse.html?a=%2FUZBWU2D%2FjJ%2FfP7CyeYBWtLvvP1aUGKP5%2FJ7ScPY0ul4HiBmK0pJ1Er4xvdNsgnQq%2FucpBelkeV2wz%2FFpEmuiaZBztk1BuIeBIO7VVPi8ylehudI33D7sO2D7NBGn0oB&z=hmb back cover] of [[Modern Romance|Mills & Boon Modern Romance]] [[Modern Romance By The Numbers|#1065]], April 2011, UK Edition:''''' |
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| | Now, divorce papers in hand, Angie has finally built up the courage to put an end to her time as a de Calvhos wife once and for all. But she’s forgotten the magnetic pull that devilish Roque possesses. And that broken vows don’t necessarily mean a broken marriage… | | Now, divorce papers in hand, Angie has finally built up the courage to put an end to her time as a de Calvhos wife once and for all. But she’s forgotten the magnetic pull that devilish Roque possesses. And that broken vows don’t necessarily mean a broken marriage… |
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| − | ===Excerpt 1=== | + | |
| − | '''''From the [http://software.libredigital.com/bookrdr/dp-live/BookBrowse.html?a=U%2BlJw3qtCAtmGo4x19vntnAt93V%2Bi9wmHlkOrEw9M7IPzUaLNcK1miCxbJsMiLG%2FVQSxrL0Bhn1bMfQXCFc9G8EWeQDT4PBP13Ix8ZSSTsgsyDpp%2Ftyp%2BSre%2FdKiewLP&z=hlq inside cover] of [[Harlequin Presents]] [[Harlequin Presents By The Numbers|#3001]], July 2011, US Edition or the [http://software.libredigital.com/bookrdr/dp-live/BookBrowse.html?a=%2FUZBWU2D%2FjJ%2FfP7CyeYBWtLvvP1aUGKP5%2FJ7ScPY0ul4HiBmK0pJ1Er4xvdNsgnQq%2FucpBelkeV2wz%2FFpEmuiaZBztk1BuIeBIO7VVPi8ylehudI33D7sO2D7NBGn0oB&z=hmb inside cover] of [[Modern Romance|Mills & Boon Modern Romance]] [[Modern Romance By The Numbers|#1065]], April 2011, UK Edition:''''' | + | ===Excerpt=== |
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| | + | '''''From the [http://software.libredigital.com/bookrdr/dp-live/BookBrowse.html?a=%2FUZBWU2D%2FjJ%2FfP7CyeYBWtLvvP1aUGKP5%2FJ7ScPY0ul4HiBmK0pJ1Er4xvdNsgnQq%2FucpBelkeV2wz%2FFpEmuiaZBztk1BuIeBIO7VVPi8ylehudI33D7sO2D7NBGn0oB&z=hmb inside cover] of [[Modern Romance|Mills & Boon Modern Romance]] [[Modern Romance By The Numbers|#1065]], April 2011, UK Edition:''''' |
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| | 'Enter the betrayed wife, with her beautiful chin held high and her sensational green eyes turned to ice. "I have nothing to say to you, Roque." | | 'Enter the betrayed wife, with her beautiful chin held high and her sensational green eyes turned to ice. "I have nothing to say to you, Roque." |
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| | 'A puppy dog?' She was glad to get her teeth into something. 'You were never anyone's panting puppy dog, Roque. You came into this world a fully-grown womanising wolf!' | | 'A puppy dog?' She was glad to get her teeth into something. 'You were never anyone's panting puppy dog, Roque. You came into this world a fully-grown womanising wolf!' |
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| − | '''''[http://www.eharlequin.com/store.html?itemid=23901&cid=416 From eharlequin.com:]'''''
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| − | 'What do you want me to do about it?'
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| − | Seated behind his desk, engrossed in the business report spread open in front of him, Roque de Calvhos responded impassively, 'You do nothing.'
| + | *[[After Their Vows (2011 US Book Description)|2011 US Book Description]] |
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| − | Mark Lander continued to hover like a man in a quandary, frowning behind his spectacles because doing nothing was not an option his employer could afford to take.
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| − | 'She could make trouble,' he dared to offer, all too aware that the younger man did not take kindly to interference into decisions he made about his private life. | + | ==Publication History== |
| | + | ===US=== |
| | + | *'''2011, June 21''' - ''Ebook, Kindle, Paperback, and Paperback Large Print Release'' - (Part of Mills & Boon July Releases) ([[Harlequin Presents]] [[Harlequin Presents By The Numbers|#3001]]) |
| | + | :: '''Ebook''': [http://ebooks.eharlequin.com/3E24B7D4-FDFB-483B-B635-6FCF67F4D95D/10/141/en/ContentDetails.htm?ID=F74980B8-CD6C-40DA-8332-597551CA1111 eISBN: 978-1459207875] |
| | + | :: '''Kindle''': [http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B004Z2I600 ASIN-10: B004Z2I600] |
| | + | :: '''Paperback''': [http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0373130015 ISBN-10/13: 0373130015/978-0373130016] |
| | + | :: '''Paperback Large Print''': [http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/0373237650 ISBN-10/13: 0373237650/978-0373237654] |
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| − | Roque de Calvhos was a chip off the old block when it came to a cut-throat mentality. When Eduardo de Calvhos had become ill and died suddenly three years ago, no one had expected his notorious playboy son to calmly stride in here and start making his presence felt, with far-sweeping decisions most people had believed were a precursor to the quick demise of de Calvhos power.
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| − | They now knew better. What Roque had done with the huge network of diverse companies which made up the de Calvhos business empire had put his father's colossal success in the shade. Now obsequious respect shadowed the thirty-two-year-old's every elegant footstep. If the financial industry could give out such awards, Roque de Calvhos would have sprouted wings. He was also remarkably good-looking, insufferably laid-back, and so impossible to read that there were still some fools out there who dared to underestimate him—only to learn the hard way what a huge mistake they had made.
| + | ===UK=== |
| − | | + | * '''2011, March 18''' - ''Ebook and Paperback Release'' - (Part of Mills & Boon April Releases) ([[Modern Romance|Mills & Boon Modern]] [[Modern Romance By The Numbers|#1065]]) |
| − | His estranged wife was not one of those people. 'At the moment she is citing irreconcilable differences. Think about it, Roque,' Mark advised. 'Angie is basically letting you off the hook here.'
| + | :: '''Ebook''': [http://www.millsandboon.co.uk/books/modern/after-their-vows.htm UK] |
| − | | + | :: '''Paperback''': [http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/0263886468 ISBN-10/13: 0263886468/978-0263886467] |
| − | Giving up on the report, Roque sat back in his chair to look up at the older man. Eyes as black as the neatly groomed hair on his head revealed nothing as he studied the lawyer's concerned face.
| + | * '''2011, April 01''' - ''Hardcover Release (Library Edition)'' - ([[Mills and Boon|Mills & Boon]]) - [http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/0263219852 ISBN-10/13: 0263219852/978-0263219852]<br/> |
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| − | 'You are about to remind me that my wife signed no pre-nup,' Roque predicted. 'Take it from me, Mark, Angie is not greedy. I trust her not to attempt to skin me alive, okay?' | |
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| − | 'That depends on what you mean by skinning you alive,' his lawyer responded dryly. 'That she doesn't want your money? Okay, I will agree with you that Angie does not want your money, or she would have been demanding a large cut of it long before now. I would, however, be willing to lay odds that she does not feel the same way about skinning you of your honour and pride. She wants this divorce, Roque.' Mark stated it firmly. 'If the only way she can get it is by playing dirty then you have to consider if you are going to like her citing adultery on your part to get what she wants. If she does decide to go down that route there is just no way we will be able to keep it out of the public arena, and you know as well as I do the old can of worms she will be opening if that happens.' | |
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| − | Roque set his teeth together in frustration behind the moulded shape of his lips because he knew that Mark was right. The Playboy and the Two Supermodels…headlines were bound to start up again. Last time, the slick, character-slaying stories had run for weeks, trawling out his cavalier playboy past and quoting phrases about leopards and spots.
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| − | He released a sigh, hating it that Mark was right.
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| − | Taking that sigh as an indication that he could go on, Mark Lander took in a deep breath and went for broke. 'Angie has hard evidence that you slept with Nadia Sanchez. The stupid woman gave her the evidence herself because she wanted to break up your marriage.'
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| − | 'She succeeded,' Roque confirmed flatly. | |
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| − | 'You were damn lucky back then that Angie decided to keep silent about the affair in an effort to save her own face.' | |
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| − | There was a lot more to Angie's motivations than mere saving face, Roque mused, using the luxuriant swoop of his eyelashes to shade his eyes so that the lawyer could not read his thoughts. Angie was hurting. Angie was nursing the worst kind of broken heart a woman could nurse. Angie blamed him and hated him for causing it.
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| − | Angie had also caused a minor sensation when she'd walked away from her modelling career and hadn't been seen again for months. He'd had teams of trackers out looking for her all over Europe without one of them managing to flush her out. He'd hounded her kid brother, hoping that Alex would relent and tell him where Angie was. The then eighteen-year-old had told him nothing and enjoyed watching him suffer. When Angie had eventually turned up again, she'd strolled blithely into CGM Management and asked her old boss Carla for an ordinary office job. Now she fronted the desk at the famous modelling agency, and not once in the whole lousy year of their separation had she acknowledged that he was even alive.
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| − | Now she was coming at him with a divorce petition, as if she expected him to jump on it with glee. Roque shaded his eyes by another millimetre, the dark iris glittering calculatingly behind the guard of his eyelashes as he considered the unfinished business he had with his very hurt, very English, runaway wife.
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| − | The kind of business which involved Angie crawling on her knees and begging him to take her back. His pride and his badly bruised ego demanded it. And unfortunately for Angie he had the perfect tool with which to make it happen—he was thinking of a matter Mark knew nothing about, which he'd been keeping a close, watchful eye on.
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| − | 'No divorce,' he announced, making the lawyer start in surprise as he sat forward and returned his attention to the business report.
| + | ===AUS=== |
| − | | + | *'''2011, May''' - ''Ebook and Paperback Release'' - ([[Sexy (AUS Harlequin Mills and Boon Imprint)|Harlequin Mills & Boon Sexy]]) |
| − | 'So you're just going to ignore it?' Mark said in disbelief.
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| − | 'I will deal with it,' he promised, 'but in my own time and way.'
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| − | Not liking the sound of that, Mark shifted his stance. 'I think it would be—safer to keep this impersonal and go the legal route.'
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| − | '"A esperanga e a ultima que morre"
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| − | "Roque murmured, unaware that he had slipped into his own language until after he'd quoted the old Portuguese proverb with a dryness only he understood.
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| − | 'Hope is the last one to die,'he translated silently, for no other reason than it felt good to know he had that much faith in Angie coming round to his way of thinking. Though he had no similar faith in Angie's thieving rat of a kid brother, he tagged on.
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| − | After Mark had finally given up on trying to change his mind and left him alone, Roque sat for a few minutes, considering what his next move should be, before he pulled a drawer open in his desk and removed a manila file. A few minutes after that he rang for his car to be brought round to the front of the building, rose up to his full and intimidating six feet three inches of hard muscled height, and strode with his usual casual grace for the door.
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| − | 'Cambridge,' he instructed his driver, then relaxed back and closed his eyes to contemplate netting a small fish to use as bait to reel in the bigger fish.
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| − | The atmosphere in Angie's small kitchen hit strangulation levels.'You've done what?' she choked out in dismay.
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| − | Sitting hunched over on a kitchen chair, her brother mumbled 'You heard me.'
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| − | Oh, she'd heard him, okay, but that did not mean she wanted to believe what he'd said!
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| − | Angie pushed her tumbling mane of fiery hair back from her brow and drew in a breath. When she'd arrived home from work this evening to find Alex already waiting for her, she'd been too pleased to see him to question why he'd made the journey up from Cambridge midweek, with no prior warning that he was planning to pay her a visit. Now she wanted to kick herself for not sensing trouble straight away.
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| − | 'So, let me just try and get this straight,' she said, fighting to keep her voice level. 'Instead of attending to your studies you've been spending your time gambling on the internet?'
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| − | 'Playing the stockmarket isn't gambling,' Alex objected.
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| − | 'What do you call it, then?' Angie challenged. 'Speculating.'
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| − | 'That's just gambling by another name, Alex!' Angie instantly fired back, 'Stop trying to pretty it up.'
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| − | 'I wasn't!' he denied. 'Everyone else at uni is doing it! You can make a fortune right now if you know how to play it right.'
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| − | 'I don't give a damn what everyone else is doing. I only care about you and what you've been doing,' Angie fed back. 'And if you've been making your fortune speculating on the markets, why are you sitting there telling me that you're in debt?'
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| − | Like a cornered young stag, her nineteen-year-old brother reared upright. Six feet of long, lanky male, with spiky brown hair and vivid green eyes shot through with burning defence. He threw himself across the room to go and stand glaring out of the window, his hands pushed into the pockets of his zipped-up grey fleece.
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| − | The tension in him buzzed. Wrapping her arms around her middle, Angie gave him a minute to get a hold of himself before she pressed quietly, 'I think it's time you told me just how bad it is.'
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| − | 'You're not going to like it.'
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| − | She'd just bet that she wasn't. Angie abhorred debt.
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| − | She was scared of it. Had been that way from the tender age of seventeen, when their parents had been killed in a car accident, leaving her and her then thirteen-year-old brother to find out the hard way how their privileged lifestyle had been mortgaged to the hilt. What bit was left after probate had finished liquidating their few assets had been barely enough to pay her brother's boarding school fees for the next year. She'd been forced to walk away from her own private education and take two jobs a day in an effort to survive. And she'd worked and scrimped and carefully hoarded every spare penny she'd earned so that she did not fall into debt. If it had not been for a chance meeting with the owner of a top modelling agency she dreaded to think where she and Alex would have ended up.
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| − | By then she'd been burning both ends of the candle for twelve long, miserable months, serving behind one of the beauty counters in a London department store by day, and serving tables in a busy City restaurant by night, before going home to her miserable bedsit to sleep like one exhausted and then getting up to repeat the same routine again the next day.
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| − | Then Carla Gail happened to come to her counter to buy perfume. Carla had spotted something marketable in Angie's reed-thin figure—exaggerated in those days because she hadn't been getting enough to eat— her emerald-green eyes, and the bright auburn hair set against her dramatically pale skin. Without really knowing how it had happened she'd found herself propelled into the unnatural world of high fashion, earning the kind of money that could still catch her breath when she thought about it.
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| − | on their catwalk or on the front cover of their magazines. She'd spent the next three years following the fashion drum around the world. She'd stood for hours while designers fitted their creations to her long slender figure, or posed in front of cameras for glossy fashion shoots— and she had willingly accepted every single second of it, coveting the money she earned so she could keep Alex safe in his boarding school environment.
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| − | Her proudest achievement, in Angie's view, had been ensuring that Alex never missed out on a single thing his more privileged schoolfriends enjoyed doing. When he'd won a place at Cambridge she'd felt as pleased and as proud as any parent could, and she'd done it all without once being tempted to take on debt.
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| − | 'It's all right for you.' Her brother broke into her reverie. 'You're used to having money to play with, but I've never had any for myself.'
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| − | 'I give you an allowance, Alex, and I've never denied you a single thing you've asked for over and above that!'
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| − | 'It was the asking that stuck in my throat.'
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| − | Tightening her arms across her body in an effort to crush the pangs of hurt she experienced at that totally unfair response, it took Angie a few seconds before she could dare let herself speak.
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| − | 'Come on,' she urged heavily then. 'Just get it over with and spit out how much it is we're discussing, here.'
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| − | With a growling husk of reluctance Alex quoted a figure which blanched the colour out of Angie's face. 'You're joking,' she whispered. 'I wish.' He laughed thickly. 'Fifty—did you just say fifty thousand?'
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| − | Turning around, Alex flushed. 'You don't have to beat me over the head with it.'
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| − | Oh, but she did! 'How the heck did you get the credit to spend fifty thousand on speculation, for goodness'
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| − | Silence came charging back at her as they stood with the width of the kitchen between them, Angie taut as a bowstring now, with her arms rod-straight at her sides, and her brother with his chin resting on his chest.
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| − | 'Answer me, Alex,' she breathed unsteadily.
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| − | 'Roque,' he growled.
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| − | * '''2011, March 18''' - ''Ebook and Paperback Release'' ''(Part of Mills & Boon April Releases)'' ([[Modern Romance|Mills & Boon Modern Romance]] [[Modern Romance By The Numbers|#1065]]) (UK Original Release) | |
| − | :: '''Ebook''': [http://www.millsandboon.co.uk/books/modern/after-their-vows.htm UK]
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| − | :: '''Paperback''': [http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/0263886468 ISBN-10/13: 0263886468/978-0263886467]
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| − | * '''2011, April 01''' - ''Hardcover Release (Library Edition)'' ([[Mills and Boon|Mills & Boon]]) - [http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/0263219852 ISBN-10/13: 0263219852/978-0263219852]
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| − | *'''2011, May''' - ''Ebook and Paperback Release'' ([[Harlequin Mills and Boon Romance|Harlequin Mills & Boon Romance - Sexy]] [[Harlequin Mills and Boon Romance By The Numbers|#75??]]) (AUS Original Release)
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| | :: '''Ebook''': [http://www.millsandboon.com.au/product.asp?productid=3872 eISBN: 978-1742907383] | | :: '''Ebook''': [http://www.millsandboon.com.au/product.asp?productid=3872 eISBN: 978-1742907383] |
| | :: '''Paperback''': ISBN-13: 978-1742770222 | | :: '''Paperback''': ISBN-13: 978-1742770222 |
| − | *'''2011, June 21''' - ''Ebook, Kindle, Paperback, and Paperback Large Print Release'' (Part of Mills & Boon July Releases) ([[Harlequin Presents]] [[Harlequin Presents By The Numbers|#3001]]) (US Original Release)
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| − | :: '''Ebook''': [http://ebooks.eharlequin.com/3E24B7D4-FDFB-483B-B635-6FCF67F4D95D/10/141/en/ContentDetails.htm?ID=F74980B8-CD6C-40DA-8332-597551CA1111 eISBN: 978-1459207875]
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| − | :: '''Kindle''': [http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B004Z2I600 ASIN-10: B004Z2I600]
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| − | :: '''Paperback''': [http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0373130015 ISBN-10/13: 0373130015/978-0373130016]
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| − | :: '''Paperback Large Print''': [http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/0373237650 ISBN-10/13: 0373237650/978-0373237654]
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