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* '''Year''': 1985 | * '''Year''': 1985 | ||
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| − | * '''Amazon Listing''' | + | * '''Amazon Listing''': [http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0373161085/ref=nosim/103-3685024-2000659?n=283155 Quicksilver Season] |
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| + | == Book Description == | ||
| + | The clock in Emergency read 3:00 a.m. Bleary-eyed, Cassie removed the bits of Pacific Coast Highway embedded in his skin while the patient complained loudly. Then she saw the scar. It couldn't be. But how many men had long scars on their posteriors? | ||
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| + | Cassie vividly remembered her father sewing him up after Cassie's dog, at her command, had wreaked havoc on that particular portion of Brendan's anatomy. Oh, no! she thought, and the tweezers she held slipped. "Cripes, whar are you using, lady? A pitchfork?" No doubt remained. Brendan Peter Craig, the scourge of her childhood, had just made a spectacular reentry into her life. | ||
Latest revision as of 02:52, 27 January 2008
- Author: Anne McAllister
- Publisher: Harlequin American Romance # 108
- Year: 1985
- Setting:
- Amazon Listing: Quicksilver Season
Book Description
The clock in Emergency read 3:00 a.m. Bleary-eyed, Cassie removed the bits of Pacific Coast Highway embedded in his skin while the patient complained loudly. Then she saw the scar. It couldn't be. But how many men had long scars on their posteriors?
Cassie vividly remembered her father sewing him up after Cassie's dog, at her command, had wreaked havoc on that particular portion of Brendan's anatomy. Oh, no! she thought, and the tweezers she held slipped. "Cripes, whar are you using, lady? A pitchfork?" No doubt remained. Brendan Peter Craig, the scourge of her childhood, had just made a spectacular reentry into her life.
