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* '''Author''': [[Jean De Secary]] | * '''Author''': [[Jean De Secary]] | ||
* '''Publisher''': [[Mystique|Harlequin Mystique]] [[Mystique By The Numbers|# 108]] | * '''Publisher''': [[Mystique|Harlequin Mystique]] [[Mystique By The Numbers|# 108]] | ||
* '''Year''': 1980 | * '''Year''': 1980 | ||
Jennifer's kidnapper was prepared to kill. Celia screamed as she raced along the beach after four-year-old Jennifer's kidnapper. She had to reach the dock before he did--and there was no time ... no time. The launch was pulling away just as she arrived at the end of the dock. She looked up, sobbing and gasping for air. Three feet separated the dock from the launch, and the boat was moving swiftly. She closed her eyes--and jumped. She had no choice. Jennifer was on that boat, with a murderer. And now so was she.... | Jennifer's kidnapper was prepared to kill. Celia screamed as she raced along the beach after four-year-old Jennifer's kidnapper. She had to reach the dock before he did--and there was no time ... no time. The launch was pulling away just as she arrived at the end of the dock. She looked up, sobbing and gasping for air. Three feet separated the dock from the launch, and the boat was moving swiftly. She closed her eyes--and jumped. She had no choice. Jennifer was on that boat, with a murderer. And now so was she.... | ||
Revision as of 00:52, 15 August 2007
- Author: Jean De Secary
- Publisher: Harlequin Mystique # 108
- Year: 1980
Jennifer's kidnapper was prepared to kill. Celia screamed as she raced along the beach after four-year-old Jennifer's kidnapper. She had to reach the dock before he did--and there was no time ... no time. The launch was pulling away just as she arrived at the end of the dock. She looked up, sobbing and gasping for air. Three feet separated the dock from the launch, and the boat was moving swiftly. She closed her eyes--and jumped. She had no choice. Jennifer was on that boat, with a murderer. And now so was she....
