A few months after Philip Byrne had jilted Margaret Russell to marry her sister Cornelia when she had received an unexpected legacy from a cousin, Miss Wilma Trumbell, Margaret was asked to mind their house, as Cornelia needed a holiday after being ill. It also meant looking after Hilary Beverton, a
Hours to Kill
β Scribed by Susan Sleeman
- Book ID
- 110662386
- Publisher
- Baker Publishing Group
- Year
- 2021
- Tongue
- en-US
- Weight
- 5 MB
- Series
- Homeland Heroes #3
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN-13
- 9781493420261
- ASIN
- B08CJB95HY
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
When Homeland Security Agent Addison Leigh is attacked and left for dead, her estranged husband, ICE Agent Mack Jordan, is notified that she's in a coma and promises to hunt down her attacker. When she wakes up, she remembers neither the attack nor her marriage. And when another attempt is made on her life, it's clear something very sinister is going on.
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