Shadow DanceWhat Lurks in the Dark Shadows of the Heart? Most men who see Amanda Charles dance worship her from afar. But one "admirer" is getting too close to the glamorous showgirl...perilously close. The looks, style, and grace that make Amanda sparkle on stage have now made her something else: the target of a serial killer. Detective Tristan MacLaughlin has drawn the case that is pulling him deep into a world of pageantry and dazzle -- and closer to the stunning, violet-eyed beauty who keeps her secrets and emotions locked tightly inside. Tristan never thought he'd be bewitched by Amanda's charms, never though he'd care. And he never imagined that by wanting her, by trying to protect her, he'd place her in the gravest danger of all. |
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Page 367 - Really? Whatever is left? You do not mean — " She widened her eyes in stunned disbelief. "You cannot possibly believe — " She wrung her hands together and paced to the right. "Surely, you do not expect that I — " She swiveled and paced to the left. "That you — that we — " She stopped and turned toward him. "That you think I would — Oh Matthew, how could you?
Page 369 - But not hard — not hard at all. The only remotely harsh element of his kiss was the heavy morning beard of his unshaven jaw, abrading the tender skin of her face. Having hesitated for even that brief an instant, she forgot exactly to which it was she had been going to object. Being manhandled again, maybe?
Page 367 - Your intentions with this and every other of your ridiculous conditions was to shock me and, furthermore, to put me in my place. These stipulations of yours, especially the last one.
Page 367 - I would — Oh Matthew, how could you?" She let out a wrenching sob, buried her face in her hands, and wept in the manner of any virtuous woman presented with such an edict. "Good Lord! Your Highness. Tatiana.
Page 377 - What, you're worried when they start looking for us they won't be able to spot us? Townsend, I don't think they're going to have any problem.
Page 377 - So what if he seemed to be concerned about her physical comfort, and had saved her life, and oh, yes, looked better in a pair of jeans than any man Lou had ever seen in her life?