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| − | [[Category: 1988 Releases]] [[Category:London]] [[Category:May/December Romance]] <!--add the correct year--> | + | [[Category: Books - Same Title]] |
| − | * '''Author''': [[Carole Mortimer]]
| + | [[To Love Again]] is the title of books by: |
| − | * '''Publisher''': [[Presents]], [[Harlequin Presents By The Numbers|#1131]]
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| − | * '''Year''': December 1988
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| − | * '''Setting''': England.
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| − | == From the back cover ==
| + | * [[To Love Again - Denise Noel|#1]] - [[Denise Noel]], [[Harlequin]] [[Mystique]] Aug-1979 |
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| − | '''Would she always be "the kid next door"?'''
| + | * [[To Love Again - Carole Mortimer|#2]] - [[Carole Mortimer]], [[Presents]], [[Harlequin Presents By The Numbers|#1131]], December 1988 |
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| − | Christi was twenty-two to Lucas' thirty-seven. They had lived in adjacent flats for four years now, and though Chriti had been in love with her handsome divorced neighbor ever since they'd met, Lucas had treated her with the affection of a big brother.
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| − | Christi had tried everything to get him to see her as a desirable woman, like the sophisticated beauties he squired around London. Yet nothing seemed to work.
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| − | Until the evening she convinced him to demonstrate to her how a man should kiss. And when he complied, everything changed...
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| − | == Related Titles ==
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| − | [[One Chance At Love]], [[Harlequin Presents By The Numbers|#1117]] | |
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| − | * '''Author''': [[Denise Noel]]
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| − | * '''Publisher''': [[Mystique|Harlequin Mystique]] [[Mystique By The Numbers|# 43]]
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| − | * '''Year''': 1979
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| − | Had she been lured there to be killed? The volcano was a vision of hell. Lost and alone, Claire stumbled over smoking lava rock. Stone shapes loomed all around her. The icy wind sliced through her clothes. Ash and smoke had reduced the blazing Mediterranean sun to an angry red disk in the sky. Suddenly a gaping fissure appeared at her feet. Molten lava bubbled directly beneath her. All that once something pressed against her back. She lurched forward -- pushed toward the boiling, liquid fire.
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