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Widow - Anne Stuart
Aristide Pompasse stood in his apartment in Florence, staring out into the street below, well pleased with his life. He was the world’s greatest living artist, and his paintings were worth millions. T ...
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Still Lake - Anne Stuart
“I’m Sophie Davis,” she said, and her voice matched her dress. Light, musical, annoyingly charming. “My family and I are running the old inn. I brought you some muffins to welcome you to Colby.”
He ...
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Silver Falls - Anne Stuart
Praise for the novels of
ANNE STUART
“Anne Stuart delivers exciting stuff for those of us who like our romantic suspense dark and dangerous.”
—Jayne Ann Krentz
“Brilliant characterizations and a s ...
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Shadows At Sunset - Anne Stuart
Someone was watching her.
Jilly opened her eyes and blinked, startled by the dimness of the room. It was late, the sky outside the broad expanse of windows was settling into an early autumn night, an ...
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Into the Fire - Anne Stuart
She stayed in the shadows, silent, motionless, horrified. He saw her anyway, his head jerking up as he peered into the darkness.
“Who’s there?”
He wasn’t alone. The small figure of a man stood i ...