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- Author: T B Stoner
- Publisher: Luminare Press
- ISBN-10: 1643884441
- ISBN-13: 9781643884448
- Format: 14 x 21.6 x 1.5 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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Who beat Sarah Strong? Ann Fletcher, drawn to solving the mystery, suspects Sarah's handsome boss, Ben. Her search soon reveals more than she ever imagined-and in the end, she has more in common with Sarah Strong than she wanted. There was a smooth rock at Quigley's feet, smooth and round like a baseball. With the light of the moon and a distant street lamp, he knew he could hit his target. He rarely missed. Caressing his weapon, remembering, knowing...When he drew his arm back and felt his bicep stretch, and strength travel from the crook of his neck through his shoulder to his elbow and then to his wrist, where the momentum collided with the movement of his fingertips, Quigley knew there was one thing he could do better than any man in Bingham. They knew it too. The rock left his hand. The man dropped the limp figure he roughly held, and stumbled, holding his head. Had Quigley been ten years younger, the villain would not be standing. The stranger drew a gun and pointed it in the direction he dropped the girl. Quigley knew he must do something.
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- Author: T B Stoner
- Publisher: Luminare Press
- ISBN-10: 1643884441
- ISBN-13: 9781643884448
- Format: 14 x 21.6 x 1.5 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
Who beat Sarah Strong? Ann Fletcher, drawn to solving the mystery, suspects Sarah's handsome boss, Ben. Her search soon reveals more than she ever imagined-and in the end, she has more in common with Sarah Strong than she wanted. There was a smooth rock at Quigley's feet, smooth and round like a baseball. With the light of the moon and a distant street lamp, he knew he could hit his target. He rarely missed. Caressing his weapon, remembering, knowing...When he drew his arm back and felt his bicep stretch, and strength travel from the crook of his neck through his shoulder to his elbow and then to his wrist, where the momentum collided with the movement of his fingertips, Quigley knew there was one thing he could do better than any man in Bingham. They knew it too. The rock left his hand. The man dropped the limp figure he roughly held, and stumbled, holding his head. Had Quigley been ten years younger, the villain would not be standing. The stranger drew a gun and pointed it in the direction he dropped the girl. Quigley knew he must do something.
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