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(New page: * '''Author''': Denise Noel * '''Publisher''': Harlequin Mystique # 121 * '''Year''': 1981 Heather's heart froze in sickening horror. She and ...)
 
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* '''Author''': [[Denise Noel]]
 
* '''Author''': [[Denise Noel]]
 
* '''Publisher''': [[Mystique|Harlequin Mystique]] [[Mystique By The Numbers|# 121]]
 
* '''Publisher''': [[Mystique|Harlequin Mystique]] [[Mystique By The Numbers|# 121]]
 
* '''Year''':  1981
 
* '''Year''':  1981
 
Heather's heart froze in sickening horror. She and Lionel, her fiancé, were caught in bumper-to-bumper traffic. It meant she'd be late for the final fitting of her wedding gown. But when an old blue Volvo tired to squeeze into the line ahead of them, Lionel stepped on the gas. "Idiots like that need to be taught a lesson!" he snapped, ignoring the screech of brakes behind them. Nor would he stop when an ambulance raced by... Heather felt her happiness crumble. Who was this cruel stranger sitting in place of the man she thought she loved? And how could she extricate herself from the suffocating merger that their lives -- and their fortunes --had become?
 
Heather's heart froze in sickening horror. She and Lionel, her fiancé, were caught in bumper-to-bumper traffic. It meant she'd be late for the final fitting of her wedding gown. But when an old blue Volvo tired to squeeze into the line ahead of them, Lionel stepped on the gas. "Idiots like that need to be taught a lesson!" he snapped, ignoring the screech of brakes behind them. Nor would he stop when an ambulance raced by... Heather felt her happiness crumble. Who was this cruel stranger sitting in place of the man she thought she loved? And how could she extricate herself from the suffocating merger that their lives -- and their fortunes --had become?

Revision as of 00:57, 15 August 2007

Heather's heart froze in sickening horror. She and Lionel, her fiancé, were caught in bumper-to-bumper traffic. It meant she'd be late for the final fitting of her wedding gown. But when an old blue Volvo tired to squeeze into the line ahead of them, Lionel stepped on the gas. "Idiots like that need to be taught a lesson!" he snapped, ignoring the screech of brakes behind them. Nor would he stop when an ambulance raced by... Heather felt her happiness crumble. Who was this cruel stranger sitting in place of the man she thought she loved? And how could she extricate herself from the suffocating merger that their lives -- and their fortunes --had become?