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* '''Publisher''': [[American|Harlequin American]] [[Harlequin American By The Numbers|# 500]] | * '''Publisher''': [[American|Harlequin American]] [[Harlequin American By The Numbers|# 500]] | ||
* '''Year''': [[1993]] | * '''Year''': [[1993]] | ||
| − | * '''Setting''': | + | * '''Setting''': West Virginia |
* '''Amazon Listing''' - [http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0373165005/ref=nosim/103-3685024-2000659?n=283155 Wild Card Wedding] | * '''Amazon Listing''' - [http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0373165005/ref=nosim/103-3685024-2000659?n=283155 Wild Card Wedding] | ||
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| + | == About The Book == | ||
| + | With only weeks until her society wedding, bride-to-be Peachy Lofton fled Manhattan for the West Virginia backwoods--only to find herself staring down a shotgun at Bronson West. | ||
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| + | One look at her spike heels and feather boa and Bronson knew the woman didn't have a drop of deep-down humanity in her soul. What she had was the audacity to start sassing him, and he silenced her with his favorite remedy--a sizzling kiss. | ||
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| + | His lips spoke of a passion as old as the mountains themselves, and his scent was headier than the fresh country air. Bronson tasted of fate--her fate... | ||
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| + | But Peachy had already sworn to wed another man. | ||
Revision as of 22:09, 2 November 2006
- Author: Jule McBride
- Publisher: Harlequin American # 500
- Year: 1993
- Setting: West Virginia
- Amazon Listing - Wild Card Wedding
About The Book
With only weeks until her society wedding, bride-to-be Peachy Lofton fled Manhattan for the West Virginia backwoods--only to find herself staring down a shotgun at Bronson West.
One look at her spike heels and feather boa and Bronson knew the woman didn't have a drop of deep-down humanity in her soul. What she had was the audacity to start sassing him, and he silenced her with his favorite remedy--a sizzling kiss.
His lips spoke of a passion as old as the mountains themselves, and his scent was headier than the fresh country air. Bronson tasted of fate--her fate...
But Peachy had already sworn to wed another man.
