By Peter James
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A mother’s loss of life want sealed with a perilous promise. 4 males with a mystery they notion they’d buried many years in the past. A detective in love. a guy eager to stay regardless of the shadow of his to blame prior. After listening to her mother’s deathbed confession and following the dreary funeral, Maria Adler realizes she has no different choice yet to grab upon her mother’s valuable to do anything.
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The pilot's voice came over the intercom, all charm, and apologies once more, laying the blame on the fog. Goddamn fog. Goddamn English weather. Mark dreamed of a red Ferrari, a house in Marbella, a life in the sunshine and someone to share it with. One very special lady. If the property deal he had been negotiating up in Leeds came off, he'd be a step nearer both the house and the Ferrari. The lady was another problem. Wearily, he undipped his belt, dug his briefcase out from under his legs and shoved his magazine inside it.
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Curiosity? Lust? He wasn't sure. For the past eight years he had got through life just by going steadily from day to day. Some days he tried to forget, other days he felt guilty for not remembering. Sandy. Now he was suddenly feeling guilty for going on this date. She looked gorgeous - from her photo, at any rate. He liked her name, too. Claudine. French-sounding, it had something exotic. Her picture was hot! Amber hair, seriously pretty face, tight blouse showing a weapons-grade bust, sitting on the edge of a bed with a miniskirt pulled high enough to show she was wearing lace-topped hold-ups and might not be wearing knickers.