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| − | [[Category:1992 Releases]] [[Category:Category Romance]][[Category:Romantic Suspense]] | + | {{DEFAULTSORT:Master Detective, The}} [[Category:1992 Releases]] [[Category:Category Romance]][[Category:Romantic Suspense]] |
* '''Author''': [[Heather McCann]] | * '''Author''': [[Heather McCann]] | ||
| − | * '''Publisher''': [[Intrigue]] | + | * '''Publisher''': [[Harlequin Intrigue]] [[Harlequin Intrigue By The Numbers|# 207]] |
* '''Year''': 1992 | * '''Year''': 1992 | ||
* '''Setting''': | * '''Setting''': | ||
| − | * '''Amazon Listing''' | + | * '''Amazon Listing''': [http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0373222076/ref=nosim/103-3685024-2000659?n=283155 The Master Detective] |
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| + | == Book Description == | ||
| + | She slept with an angelic look on her face, but Margaret Webster knew her precocious niece, Caitlin, was no angel. Especially when she was hell-bent on proving her stepfather was plotting a ghoulish murder. | ||
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| + | But what Margaret thought was a harmless child’s imagination soon turned into a deadly nightmare. A nightmare that had started with a fortuneteller’s predictions about the child and a black-haired man. | ||
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| + | Then Jake McCall arrived, and took Margaret’s breath away. Suddenly, one prediction had come true. With his dark hair and equally dark identity, Jake was a living, chilling reminder that anything was possible. Even the fact that maybe Margaret’s niece was right. Dead right. | ||
Latest revision as of 03:02, 14 January 2009
- Author: Heather McCann
- Publisher: Harlequin Intrigue # 207
- Year: 1992
- Setting:
- Amazon Listing: The Master Detective
Book Description
She slept with an angelic look on her face, but Margaret Webster knew her precocious niece, Caitlin, was no angel. Especially when she was hell-bent on proving her stepfather was plotting a ghoulish murder.
But what Margaret thought was a harmless child’s imagination soon turned into a deadly nightmare. A nightmare that had started with a fortuneteller’s predictions about the child and a black-haired man.
Then Jake McCall arrived, and took Margaret’s breath away. Suddenly, one prediction had come true. With his dark hair and equally dark identity, Jake was a living, chilling reminder that anything was possible. Even the fact that maybe Margaret’s niece was right. Dead right.
