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| Shy, studious Irene Stenson and wild, privileged Pamela Webb had been the best of friends for one short high school summer. Their friendship ended the night Pamela dropped Irene off at home - and Irene... |
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| On a warm May night in San Francisco, the Ritz-Carlton ballroom shimmers with crystal and silver as a glittering, celebrity-studded crowd gathers for a charity dinner dance. The evening is perfect -... |
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| For Nina Askew, turning forty means freedom - from the ex-husband whose career always came first, from their stuffy suburban home. Freedom to have her own apartment in the city, freedom to focus on... |
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| There's a new shop on Seattle's Blossom Street - a flower store called Susannah's Garden, right next door to A Good Yarn. Susannah Nelson, the owner, has just hired a young widow named Colette Blake. A... |
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| She was the mysterious woman in the long black cloak. He was the sexy guy next door. They shared a common wall between their Capitol Hill townhouses and not much else ... until disaster scored a direct... |
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| Avoid the booty call blues and get the love - and sex - you deserve!
Come on. Admit it. He may not be that into you, but were you ever really that into him? He was never "the one," but you... |
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| Miles' life seemed to end the day his wife was killed in a hit-and-run accident. He still rises each morning to take care of his young son, and carries out his duties as deputy sheriff of New Bern,... |
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| On a hot July afternoon, a worker at an Antietam Creek construction site drives the blade of his backhoe into a layer of soil ? and strikes a 5,000-year-old human skull. The discovery draws plenty of... |
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| Caroline Dawson survived the town gossips who whispered behind her back. She survived the slow death of her husband, Roscoe Lancaster, the richest man in the county and her senior by three decades. But... |
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When my mother named me Ophelia, she thought she was being literary. She didn’t realize she was being tragic. On the surface, Annie Power’s life in a wealthy Floridian suburb is happy and idyllic.... |
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