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eBook Category: Romance
eBook Description: A handsome man who looks like her dead husband, a brother she never suspected she had, parents who have decided to call their marriage quits and a darling baby daughter who has her mother wrapped around her finger are the ingredients of this light-hearted romantic suspense, For the Weekend. Elements of terror creep in to change the reader's laughter to chills as Cassie fights for her independence and for her daughter's life.

eBook Publisher: Zumaya Publications/Zumaya Publications, Published: USA, 2003
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2003

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [238 KB] , ePub (EPUB) [309 KB] , Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [275 KB] , Portable Document Format (PDF) [1.6 MB] , Palm Doc (PDB) [222 KB] , Microsoft Reader (LIT) [423 KB] , Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [245 KB] , hiebook (KML) [782 KB] , Sony Reader (LRF) [311 KB] , iSilo (PDB) [183 KB] , Mobipocket (PRC) [228 KB] , Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [290 KB] , OEBFF Format (IMP) [282 KB]
Words: 69528
Reading time: 198-278 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Portable Document Format (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED

"We've got to ... pendant."

"Yeah, but the bitch ... She's bound to ..."

"We can grab ..."

"Maybe, but let's wait ... top. We'll get it then."

Near the door, Cassie heard the last sentence clearly. Her hand slipped from the doorknob in alarm. Though she doubted the men could be speaking of her pendant, she reached up to the chain around her neck. Rubbing her fingers over the ornament at the end of it, she resisted the urge to look for a place to hide.

The masculine tones changed to indistinguishable gibberish, as a bewildering chattering in an unknown language grew louder and louder. The hullabaloo was further confused by curious clicking and whirring sounds. All the sounds grew louder as Cassie opened the door and stepped out.

She stepped into a straggling crowd of Asian tourists. With their still cameras clicking, their video cameras whirring, their excited voices jabbering, the large group converged on the rest rooms. Cassie slipped through them muttering apologies, and stepped straight into the path of a tall, wiry, Caucasian man. The distracted man acknowledged her automatic "I'm sorry," with a nod, dodged around her and continued to direct the last of his group to the rest rooms.

Her thoughts still mulling over the puzzling words she'd just overheard, and her eyes not readjusted to the sunlight after that of the restroom, Cassie didn't even focus on his face. But something made her turn around. The man's back was toward her as he moved rapidly among the shorter crowd. The tight butt and powerful thighs encased in tight, worn jeans looked familiar.

With a shiver, she realized the tall man's build and movements were those of her dead husband. Her eyes widened. She stared hard, willing him to look at her, yearning to see his face. He turned toward her. Her chest grew tight, her heartbeat faltered. She caught her breath in a painful hiccup, almost blurting out Tom's name.