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[[Category:RWA Award Finalists]] | [[Category:RWA Award Finalists]] | ||
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* '''Author''': [[Patricia Simpson]] | * '''Author''': [[Patricia Simpson]] | ||
* '''Publisher''': [[HarperPrism]] | * '''Publisher''': [[HarperPrism]] | ||
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* '''Editor''': [[Carolyn Marino]] | * '''Editor''': [[Carolyn Marino]] | ||
* '''Amazon Listing''' : [] | * '''Amazon Listing''' : [] | ||
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| + | WAS HE A MAN OR A MIRACLE? | ||
| + | A deafening computer surge, a burst of lasers, and he appeared. Was he a hologram, a bizarre energy field endowed with manly mass? Or was he, as Jamie Kent dreaded, the ghost of Hazard McAllister, legendary Scots bluebeard, incarnate? | ||
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| + | For flesh he was--over six towering feet of alarmingly sensual muscle and sinew. His blazing eyes devoured Jamie as if she were the innocent lass he'd murdered a century ago. | ||
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| + | Yet Jamie couldn't stop the wild, sweeping tides of passion washing through her. She suddenly feared that the brazen apparition who haunted her would abandon her to the terrifying, lonely here and now. | ||
== Recognitions == | == Recognitions == | ||
* [[1992 RITA® Winners & Finalists|1992 RITA® Finalist]] for [[RITA®: Speculative (Paranormal) Romance Categories|Futuristic/Fantasy/Paranormal Romance]] | * [[1992 RITA® Winners & Finalists|1992 RITA® Finalist]] for [[RITA®: Speculative (Paranormal) Romance Categories|Futuristic/Fantasy/Paranormal Romance]] | ||
Latest revision as of 02:53, 5 September 2021
- Author: Patricia Simpson
- Publisher: HarperPrism
- Year: 1991
- Editor: Carolyn Marino
- Amazon Listing : []
Book Description
WAS HE A MAN OR A MIRACLE? A deafening computer surge, a burst of lasers, and he appeared. Was he a hologram, a bizarre energy field endowed with manly mass? Or was he, as Jamie Kent dreaded, the ghost of Hazard McAllister, legendary Scots bluebeard, incarnate?
For flesh he was--over six towering feet of alarmingly sensual muscle and sinew. His blazing eyes devoured Jamie as if she were the innocent lass he'd murdered a century ago.
Yet Jamie couldn't stop the wild, sweeping tides of passion washing through her. She suddenly feared that the brazen apparition who haunted her would abandon her to the terrifying, lonely here and now.
