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| + | [[category:Category Romance]][[category:1980 Releases]][[Category:Romantic Suspense]][[Category:Mystique Books]] | ||
* '''Author''': [[Denise Noel]] | * '''Author''': [[Denise Noel]] | ||
* '''Publisher''': [[Mystique|Harlequin Mystique]] [[Mystique By The Numbers|# 87]] | * '''Publisher''': [[Mystique|Harlequin Mystique]] [[Mystique By The Numbers|# 87]] | ||
* '''Year''': 1980 | * '''Year''': 1980 | ||
| + | ==Book Description== | ||
Could she be losing her mind? The corpse and car looked real enough in the beam of her headlights. Twisted metal, broken glass, and blood everywhere; the horrific details were indelibly printed in Rosemary's mind. But now her friends were telling her she hadn't seen an accident at all--they were trying to convince her shed imagined it! Frantic to prove she was right, Rosemary rushed back to the scene, but only an empty road met her gaze. Someone was playing a dangerous game. The question was why. .. and who would be the next victim? | Could she be losing her mind? The corpse and car looked real enough in the beam of her headlights. Twisted metal, broken glass, and blood everywhere; the horrific details were indelibly printed in Rosemary's mind. But now her friends were telling her she hadn't seen an accident at all--they were trying to convince her shed imagined it! Frantic to prove she was right, Rosemary rushed back to the scene, but only an empty road met her gaze. Someone was playing a dangerous game. The question was why. .. and who would be the next victim? | ||
Latest revision as of 18:16, 21 May 2008
- Author: Denise Noel
- Publisher: Harlequin Mystique # 87
- Year: 1980
Book Description
Could she be losing her mind? The corpse and car looked real enough in the beam of her headlights. Twisted metal, broken glass, and blood everywhere; the horrific details were indelibly printed in Rosemary's mind. But now her friends were telling her she hadn't seen an accident at all--they were trying to convince her shed imagined it! Frantic to prove she was right, Rosemary rushed back to the scene, but only an empty road met her gaze. Someone was playing a dangerous game. The question was why. .. and who would be the next victim?
