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* '''Author''': [[Denise Noel]] | * '''Author''': [[Denise Noel]] | ||
* '''Publisher''': [[Mystique|Harlequin Mystique]] [[Mystique By The Numbers|# 70]] | * '''Publisher''': [[Mystique|Harlequin Mystique]] [[Mystique By The Numbers|# 70]] | ||
* '''Year''': 1980 | * '''Year''': 1980 | ||
| + | ==Book Description== | ||
She was determined to hide her identity. Claire de Montebourg was running, running from a terrible truth she did not want to believe. But when her car slithered dangerously across a country road during the storm, a flat tire threatened to ruin all her plans. Then a pair of blinding headlights flashed out of the gloom, and a young man who introduced himself as Dave Heron entered her life. "How far are you going, Miss, er--" "Francine. Francine Severac," she lied. A look of disbelief spread across his face and panic rose in her. Had she been recognized? Was the charade already over? | She was determined to hide her identity. Claire de Montebourg was running, running from a terrible truth she did not want to believe. But when her car slithered dangerously across a country road during the storm, a flat tire threatened to ruin all her plans. Then a pair of blinding headlights flashed out of the gloom, and a young man who introduced himself as Dave Heron entered her life. "How far are you going, Miss, er--" "Francine. Francine Severac," she lied. A look of disbelief spread across his face and panic rose in her. Had she been recognized? Was the charade already over? | ||
Latest revision as of 17:37, 20 May 2008
- Author: Denise Noel
- Publisher: Harlequin Mystique # 70
- Year: 1980
Book Description
She was determined to hide her identity. Claire de Montebourg was running, running from a terrible truth she did not want to believe. But when her car slithered dangerously across a country road during the storm, a flat tire threatened to ruin all her plans. Then a pair of blinding headlights flashed out of the gloom, and a young man who introduced himself as Dave Heron entered her life. "How far are you going, Miss, er--" "Francine. Francine Severac," she lied. A look of disbelief spread across his face and panic rose in her. Had she been recognized? Was the charade already over?
