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Sweet Caroline [MultiFormat]
eBook by Micqui Miller
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eBook Category: Romance/Suspense/Thriller
eBook Description: Twenty-nine-year-old Dallas native Caroline Spring is as bright and attractive as she is tall. With flaming red hair, long legs, and incredible one-of-a-kind violet-colored eyes, she's a standout at 5'10". But despite a propensity for short skirts and high stiletto heels, Caroline is all business when it comes to her business--high tech crimes analysis. Raised by a loving family who were as normal as cornbread and Friday Night football, Caroline always felt there was something "different" about her. That difference became painfully clear in documents hidden among the papers in her mother's estate, hinting that Caroline was not a Spring by birth. Armed only with a stranger's birth certificate, and a post card announcing the reunion of a family she'd never heard of, mailed from a Northern California city with a name she can barely pronounce, Caroline queues up for the next assignment to the San Francisco Bay Area. Finding the perpetrator of the million-dollar fraud scheme she's assigned to investigate is the easy part. Keeping a safe distance from charming bad boy Mick Mahoney, a brilliant scientist and forensic investigator who believes in family curses, is the hard one. Especially when his family may be hers. But an even greater challenge awaits them and solving that mystery is going to be murder!
eBook Publisher: Hard Shell Word Factory, Published: 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: December 2004
57 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [269 KB]
, ePub (EPUB) [247 KB]
, Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [250 KB]
, Portable Document Format (PDF) [1.4 MB]
, Palm Doc (PDB) [279 KB]
, Microsoft Reader (LIT) [214 KB]
, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [290 KB]
, hiebook (KML) [622 KB]
, Sony Reader (LRF) [341 KB]
, iSilo (PDB) [231 KB]
, Mobipocket (PRC) [287 KB]
, Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [313 KB]
, OEBFF Format (IMP) [376 KB]
Words: 83488
Reading time: 238-333 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
ISBN: 0759947708
 
"With a wonderful, red-headed hero and a bright, intelligent heroine, Sweet Caroline is a great story. The two intertwined mysteries are well executed, though perhaps a bit predictable. The hero's problems are competently presented and the story comes to a satisfactory conclusion. 4 Stars"--Susan Mobley, Romantic Times Book Club
"I loved the characters of Caroline and Mick. They just leapt off the page as I read their story. They're both very involved in their work lives, very capable people, and neither is involved in a relationship. The love story between Caroline and Mick is very beautifully written. The story gets very complicated as the computer theft is investigated, a lot of other people become involved in Caroline's attempts to find out about the postcard and birth certificates, and someone doesn't Caroline to unravel the mystery. I recommend this book to everyone. 5 hearts"--Ellen, The Romance Studio
Chapter One MAYBE IT WAS the annoying pressure on Mick's shoulder or the low, seductive voice that belied its grating message, "Excuse me, but this is my seat…" Or the hum of the plane's engine revving up for take-off, the press of bodies, and the stale air. Maybe it was all of them, but Mick wasn't waking up pretty. He'd just drifted off after thirty-six walking-zombie hours, twenty-two of them spent exactly like this—on an airplane. "Go 'way," he grumbled. The voice persisted. "Excuse me, sir, you are sitting in my seat. See, here's my boarding pass." He forced open one eyelid, expecting to see the world as red and bloodshot as his eyes. Instead he found himself eyeball to thigh with one of the longest pair of legs—gorgeous, shapely legs—dropping down from under one of the shortest skirts, worn by one of the tallest women he'd ever seen. Suddenly very much awake, he managed to untangle himself enough from his tray table and laptop to see if Ms. Long Legs was real or a hallucination of sleep deprivation. "S'cuse me?" "For the ninetieth time," she said, bending low to thrust her boarding pass in his face. "You are sitting in my seat." Just a shade under six-foot-six himself, Mick knew too well the discomfort of flying the friendly skies. This was the first time he'd seen a woman outside of the WNBA equally challenged height-wise. His gaze dropped to her slender ankles then to her shoes. Yowzah! She wore white-strapped sandals with at least four-inch heels. Now he knew he was dreaming—or he'd died and gone to heaven. Except this dream girl was pointing to her boarding pass again, and the annoyed look on her face was anything but dreamy. "See, 14B." Mick tried out his most charming smile. "There's an empty seat over there." He pointed to 12D. "Right on the aisle." And right next to a woman holding a fussing baby and a whiny two-year-old. "I don't want to sit in 12D." This time she leaned so close, he caught a hint of her perfume, a summer scent of blossoms and promises. Did he dare look beyond the first button that had come undone on her white silk blouse? Hell, it was a dream. Why not? "Don't you dare look down my shirt," she said. Too late. He'd already caught a glimpse of white lace, tanned skin, and possibilities. "Get up—NOW!" Mick had no intention of moving. He'd already given up his seat in first class to an elderly man making his last trip home. He wasn't moving again. "Sorry." "Sorry?" She drew back, giving him a clear view of fiery red hair, all curls and tendrils surrounding an expressive face dotted with freckles, a delicate little nose that turned up a bit at the end, and lips that shined with orange gloss. She had the most enchanting Texas drawl he'd ever heard. But her eyes captured his full attention. As far back as he could remember, strangers commented on the color of his, not quite blue, not quite brown, but a rich violet, a trait his entire family shared. Amazing. The color of this stunning woman's eyes matched his. A flight attendant stopped behind the redhead. "You'll have to take your seat now, Miss." "How can I?" she sputtered. "He's sitting in it." Happily, Mick noted her ring finger was bare. Copyright © 2004 Micqui Miller
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