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| − | [[Category:Category Romance]][[category:1977 Releases]] | + | [[Category:Category Romance]][[category:1977 Releases]][[Category:Romantic Suspense]][[Category:Mystique Books]] |
* '''Author''': [[ Liliane Robin ]] | * '''Author''': [[ Liliane Robin ]] | ||
* '''Publisher''': [[Mystique|Harlequin Mystique]] [[Mystique By The Numbers|# 13]] | * '''Publisher''': [[Mystique|Harlequin Mystique]] [[Mystique By The Numbers|# 13]] | ||
* '''Year''': 1977 | * '''Year''': 1977 | ||
| + | ==Book Description== | ||
Suddenly I knew who the killer was... There he sat, across the table from me, without a shadow of expression on his face. There was no doubt that he had every reason to hate Christabel: her self-serving schemes had ruined him. But was that hatred so overpowering it had to lead to cold-blooded murder? Then, as I stared unbelievingly at him, I felt a deeper, even greater suffering. I couldn't bear the pain if he was guilty. For I loved him with all my heart! | Suddenly I knew who the killer was... There he sat, across the table from me, without a shadow of expression on his face. There was no doubt that he had every reason to hate Christabel: her self-serving schemes had ruined him. But was that hatred so overpowering it had to lead to cold-blooded murder? Then, as I stared unbelievingly at him, I felt a deeper, even greater suffering. I couldn't bear the pain if he was guilty. For I loved him with all my heart! | ||
Latest revision as of 15:39, 16 May 2008
- Author: Liliane Robin
- Publisher: Harlequin Mystique # 13
- Year: 1977
Book Description
Suddenly I knew who the killer was... There he sat, across the table from me, without a shadow of expression on his face. There was no doubt that he had every reason to hate Christabel: her self-serving schemes had ruined him. But was that hatred so overpowering it had to lead to cold-blooded murder? Then, as I stared unbelievingly at him, I felt a deeper, even greater suffering. I couldn't bear the pain if he was guilty. For I loved him with all my heart!
