Marcia K. (withthecia) reviewed Passage Of The Night (Harlequin Presents, No 1384) on + 22 more book reviews
from BACK COVER:
Kirtie had gone to considerable trouble.
Her plot just had to succeed? She would abduct Francis Grayson and dump the attractive businessman on a remote mountain in Vermont. And she'd leave him there until her elder sister Louise was safely married.
But Kirstie hadn't made any allowance for Francis's quick recovery or his resourcefulness.
Nor had it once crossed her mind that she might be just as susceptible to Francis's lethal charms as Louise....
from INSIDE COVER:
"This isn't right." Kirstie forced the words out.
The balcony, the air, even the birds were still as he asked very quietly, "Why isn't it?"
"This--this preoccupation," she began.
"Quite an interesting euphemism," he said.
The mocking, angry taunt was so accurate and it hurt. Her eyes flashed fire at him. "Would you prefer that I call it a corrosive obsession?" she lashed out, aware from his face that she'd given every bit as much hurt as she had sustained.
"If we sink into this we won't be dealing with issues, we will be ignoring basic problems. Louise--"
She was too wrapped up in her own agitation to notice how silken his voice had gone as he said very quietly, "Ah, yes, Louise."
Kirtie had gone to considerable trouble.
Her plot just had to succeed? She would abduct Francis Grayson and dump the attractive businessman on a remote mountain in Vermont. And she'd leave him there until her elder sister Louise was safely married.
But Kirstie hadn't made any allowance for Francis's quick recovery or his resourcefulness.
Nor had it once crossed her mind that she might be just as susceptible to Francis's lethal charms as Louise....
from INSIDE COVER:
"This isn't right." Kirstie forced the words out.
The balcony, the air, even the birds were still as he asked very quietly, "Why isn't it?"
"This--this preoccupation," she began.
"Quite an interesting euphemism," he said.
The mocking, angry taunt was so accurate and it hurt. Her eyes flashed fire at him. "Would you prefer that I call it a corrosive obsession?" she lashed out, aware from his face that she'd given every bit as much hurt as she had sustained.
"If we sink into this we won't be dealing with issues, we will be ignoring basic problems. Louise--"
She was too wrapped up in her own agitation to notice how silken his voice had gone as he said very quietly, "Ah, yes, Louise."
