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Category: Romance/Suspense/Thriller
Description: Kidnapped by an obsessed stalker, prominent ballerina Sharylynn St. Claire stabs him and flees. Now, Hal Griner doesn't want her. He wants her dead! When Hal disappears, she moves to Quebec City, Canada, and into hiding. Sharylynn doesn't want to fall in love. Chad Matthews, a perceptive figure skater with cocker spaniel eyes, sees things she'd rather leave buried. Then, she discovers that Chad, too, harbors painful secrets. Sharylynn's apartment is ransacked! Someone is following her! Has Hal Griner found her, again? An innocent man is murdered, and it's too late for either of them to walk away.
eBook Publisher: Wings ePress, Inc., 2002 Wings ePress, Inc
eBookwise Release Date: August 2004

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [430 KB]
Words: 95142
Reading time: 271-380 min.

Sharylynn inserted her key in the lock, pushed open the door and gasped. Clothing lay strung around the room or in tangled heaps. Her suitcase yawned open. The sheets and blanket had been stripped from the bed. One end of the mattress leaned drunkenly against the box spring.

"Oh, God."

Her bear, minus one arm, had a gaping wound in his stomach that bled stuffing. Its head, hanging by loose ravels of fabric, lolled to one side. Gathering her close, Chad murmured words that would never be anything but inadequate.

"He hurt my bear," she sobbed. "My father gave him to me."

As her lips began to tremble, a single tear escaped. Her entire body began to shake. She looked like one of the devastated children he'd treated after a tornado had ripped apart their small town. Sharylynn's dance lineage was impeccable. Why was she living in almost total obscurity, dancing insignificant roles under an assumed name when she was obviously desperate to perform?

Earlier, her eyes had glowed when he'd mentioned her father. Could this woman, who sobbed over the destruction of a stuffed bear her father gave her, willingly turn her back on the ballet company he'd founded? Chad slid the mattress back onto the box springs, sat down and glanced at the decapitated bear.

"Sharylynn, that bear could have been you." Fear wet his sides. He'd worked with victims of rape. Those women were never the same. He hated to say it, but she had to realize the possibility. He took her shoulders in both hands. "Whoever did this was looking for something. He'll be back. Please, let me help you."