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Revision as of 20:18, 8 August 2010
| By Margaret Way | |
| Publisher | Harlequin Romance #2539 |
| Mills & Boon Romance #1958 | |
| Release Month | Apr 1983 (US) |
| Sept 1982 (UK) | |
| Harlequin Romance Series # | |
| Preceded by | House Of Mirrors |
| Followed by | Battle Of Wills |
| Mills & Boon Romance Series # | |
| Preceded by | Season Of Mists |
| Followed by | House Of Mirrors |
- Author: Margaret Way
- Publisher: Mills & Boon Romance #1958
- Year: 1982, September
- Setting:
- Series: None
- US ISBN-10: 0373025394
Book Description
Blurb
From the back cover of Harlequin Romance #2539, April 1983, US Edition:
Her past was now part of a pitch-black abyss
Roslynn couldn't recall why she had come to Australia, and she was fearful of whatever painful memory had made her mind demand oblivion in amnesia.
Piecing together the puzzle of her past with the complex Dr. McNaughton, she fell in love ... only to be rejected.
She might recover, but would she ever again look on life or love with a quiet heart?
Excerpt
From the inside cover of Harlequin Romance #2539, April 1983, US Edition:
"You're just a baby," Sholto said harshly
Then very abruptly he pulled the sheet over her. Roslynn clutched at his wrist compulsively. "I've made you very angry."
"Yes, I think you have," he answered dispassionately.
"Then you'll want to send me away."
"The sooner the better."
"I won't go." Half senseless with excitement, she jumped off the bed at him, subsiding against his hard torso. In moments, she had become his creation, not a girl he had taken in but a part of him.
"I can't bear to go," Roslynn wept. "I know I'm pitiful, but I seem to be beyond caring. I love you," she said brokenly.
"It's not love," Sholto told her tenderly. "You're infatuated―but it's only a crush."
