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Mardi Gravestone [MultiFormat]
eBook by Sandy Semerad
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eBook Category: Romance/Mystery/Crime
eBook Description: On her way to New Orleans, Lilah--a young widow--suffers more misery than she can stand when a man falls into her van. The man drops a suitcase that Lilah accidentally opens but doesn't understand the contents. Curious, she heeds the advice of a graveyard psychic. The psychic gives her a crystal necklace and tells her to find a secret diary. In searching for the diary, Lilah gets intimate with a handsome musician and dangerously close to murder.
eBook Publisher: Wings ePress, Inc, Published: Wings ePress, Inc, 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2004
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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [771 KB], eReader (PDB) [248 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [238 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [214 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [235 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [267 KB], hiebook (KML) [575 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [324 KB], iSilo (PDB) [196 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [245 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [292 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [322 KB]
Words: 68528 Reading time: 195-274 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED

I grabbed my camera and jockeyed with other journalists for position. Finally capturing the moment with my lens, I imagined my photo of the President adorning magazine covers around the world.
Pop. It sounded like a firecracker and startled everyone, even the transfixed mime wearing yellow spandex. I inhaled a peculiar odor, a combination of cotton candy and burning incense. Pop. Horrified, I watched the gold crown fly from Wilson's head and heard the deafening cries of the crowd coupled with my own. Pop. I felt a numbing sting, and realized I'd been shot, too, as I swirled downward inside the black wash of unconsciousness.
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