Life Support

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New York Times bestselling author Tess Gerritsen weaves authenticity into another novel of searing medical suspense, as a dedicated woman doctor probes into the cause of a mystifying and lethal outbreak.
The quiet overnight shift at Springer Hospital ER suits Dr. Toby Harper just fine — until she admits a man in critical condition from a possible viral infection of the brain. The delirious man barely responds to treatment — and then disappears without a trace. Before Toby can ...

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Overview

New York Times bestselling author Tess Gerritsen weaves authenticity into another novel of searing medical suspense, as a dedicated woman doctor probes into the cause of a mystifying and lethal outbreak.
The quiet overnight shift at Springer Hospital ER suits Dr. Toby Harper just fine — until she admits a man in critical condition from a possible viral infection of the brain. The delirious man barely responds to treatment — and then disappears without a trace. Before Toby can find him, a second case occurs, revealing a terrifying fact: the virus can only be spread through direct tissue exchange. Following a trail of death that winds from a pregnant sixteen-year-old prostitute to her own home, Toby discovers the unthinkable: the epidemic didn't just happen — someone let it loose....

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
John Saul Grabs you and holds you from page one....Be prepared to drop all your obligations until you finish.

People Richly drawn hospital scenes....Chilling science...and breathless ER-style pacing....A quick, delightfully scary read.

Publishers Weekly [A] spine-tingling medical chiller....The pieces in this adeptly crafted Rubik's cube don't click into place until the final page.

People
Richly drawn hospital scenes....Chilling science...and breathless ER-style pacing....A quick, delightfully scary read.
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Proving that the world of microbiology is a fertile medium for horror, Gerritsen follows Harvest, her bestselling hardcover debut, with this spine-tingling medical chiller. Toby Harper, an overworked 38-year-old night-shift ER physician at a private Boston hospital, inadvertently allows a 76-year-old man with strange neurological symptoms to wander off and disappear into the night. She soon finds herself caught in a web of intrigue that centers around experimental anti-aging treatments administered by Dr. Carl Wallenberg, an imperious endocrinologist at Brant Hill, a retirement community catering to aging but upscale clientele. After a second elderly man from the same residential population dies with similar symptoms, Harper, fearful of a threat to public health, demands an autopsy over Dr. Wallenberg's objections. The postmortem reveals the cause of death as Creutzfeldt-Jakob Mad Cow Disease, and Harper wins an ally in the medical examiner. Despite the best efforts of the Brant Hill management to thwart her, Harper uncovers a trail pointing to the "age rejuvenation" experiments. Suddenly but not surprisingly, her already overburdened life falls apart. A sympathetic Brant Hill doctor is murdered while trying to reach her; and she is accused of the physical abuse of her Alzheimer's-afflicted mother. Underlying the chase is a subplot involving a pair of mysteriously impregnated prostitutes. The pieces in this adeptly crafted medical Rubik's cube don't click into place until the final page. Gerritsen, who was a practicing physician, and who honed her novelistic skills writing Harlequin Romances, adeptly integrates medical details into a taut and troubling thriller. Author tour; simultaneous S&S audio release. Sept.
Library Journal
Another medical thriller from Gerritsen, who one-upped Robin Cook with her best-selling first novel, Harvest.
Kirkus Reviews
Former internist Gerritsen follows Harvest (1996) with another far-fetched but effective medical thriller.

Toby Harper is an idealistic emergency-room physician who has chosen to work the graveyard shift so she can care for her Alzheimer's-afflicted mother. When a disoriented old man walks out of the ER and disappears, Toby finds that she cannot let the case go. She sniffs around Brant Hill, the ultra-upscale retirement village where he lived. Then another Brant Hill resident ends up in the ER with symptoms of disorientation and seizures: Toby worries that some unknown toxin at Brant Hill might be to blame. Or perhaps there's a problem with an experimental hormone protocol being used to restore youth to elderly residents? When the new patient dies, the snooty and evasive medical director for the complex denies the need for an autopsy, but willful Toby diverts the body to the medical examiner, Daniel Dvorak, who also happens to be handsome and divorced. Daniel finds that the old man died of Creutzfeldt- Jakob Disease, an extremely rare condition. When another CJD autopsy report shows up for a Brant Hill resident, Toby steps up her investigation. But she is also having trouble at home: The woman she's just hired to help care for her mother has told police that Toby has been physically abusing her parent. However beleaguered, Toby continues her detecting. A local prostitute gives birth to a strange one-eyed baby, who turns out to be a genetically altered factory of sorts, producing multiple pituitary glands. Could the Brant Hill gang be using this fetal tissue as part of their fountain-of-youth protocol, and could an unhealthy embryo have been behind the CJD outbreak?

The climactic showdown hyperventilates to the point of silliness, but realism's not the point here. A satisfyingly nefarious scheme, some tentative romance, and enough medical rushing-about to satisfy hardcore ER fans add up to a lively ride.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780671553043
  • Publisher: Pocket Books
  • Publication date: 8/28/1998
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 212,172
  • Product dimensions: 6.76 (w) x 4.22 (h) x 1.08 (d)

Meet the Author

Tess Gerritsen

Tess Gerritsen left a successful practice as an internist to raise her children and concentrate on her writing. She gained nationwide acclaim for her first novel of medical suspense, the New York Times bestseller Harvest; she followed her debut with the bestsellers Life Support and Gravity (both available from Pocket Books.) Her other novels includes Body Double, The Sinner, The Apprentice, and The Surgeon. Tess Gerritsen lives in Maine.

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Chapter 1

A scalpel is a beautiful thing.

Dr. Stanley Mackie had never noticed this before, but as he stood with head bowed beneath the OR lamps, he suddenly found himself marveling at how the light reflected with diamondlike brilliance off the blade. It was a work of art, that razor sharp lunula of stainless steel. So beautiful, in fact, that he scarcely dared to pick it up for fear he would somehow tarnish its magic. In it's surface he saw a rainbow of colors, light fractured to its purest elements.

"Dr. Mackie? Is something wrong?"

He looked up and saw the scrub nurse frowning at him over her surgical mask. He had never before noticed how green her eyes were. He seemed to be seeing, really seeing, so many things for the very first time. The creamy texture of the nurse's skin. The vein coursing along her temple. The mole just above her eyebrow.

Or was it a mole? He stared. It was moving, crawling like a many-legged insect toward the corner of her eye....

"Stan?" Dr. Rudman, the anesthesiologist, was speaking now, his voice slicing through Mackie's dismay. "Are you all right?"

Mackie gave his head a shake. The insect vanished. It was a mole again, just a tiny fleck of black pigment on the nurse's pale skin. He took a deep breath and picked up the scalpel from the instrument tray. He looked down at the woman lying on the table.

The overhead light had already been focused on the patient's lower abdomen. Blue surgical drapes were clamped in place, framing a rectangle of exposed skin. It was a nice flat belly with a bikini line connecting the twin flares of the hip bones — a surprising sight to behold in this season of snowstorms and winter white faces. What a shame he would have to cut into it. An appendectomy scar would certainly mar any future Caribbean tans.

He placed the tip of the blade on the skin, centering his incision on McBurney's point, halfway between the navel and the protrusion of the right hip bone. The approximate location of the appendix. With scalpel poised to cut, he suddenly paused.

His hand was shaking.

He didn't understand it. This had never happened before. Stanley Mackie had always possessed rock steady hands. Now it took enormous effort just to maintain his grip on the handle. He swallowed and lifted the blade from the skin. Easy. Take a few deep breaths. This will pass.

"Stan?"

Mackie looked up and saw that Dr. Rudman was frowning. So were the two nurses. Mackie could read the questions in their eyes, the same questions that people had been whispering about him for weeks. Is old Dr Mackie competent? At the age of seventy-four, should he still be allowed to operate?

He ignored their looks. He had already defended himself before the Quality Assurance Committee, had explained, to their satisfaction, the circumstances of his last patient's death. Surgery, after all, was not a risk-free proposition. When too much blood pools in the abdomen, it's easy to confuse one's landmarks, to make the wrong slice.

The committee, in their wisdom, had absolved him of blame.

Nevertheless, doubts had seeped into the minds of the hospital staff. He could see it in the nurses' expressions, in Dr. Rudman's frown. All those eyes watching him. Suddenly he sensed other eyes as well. He caught a fleeting glimpse of dozens of eyeballs floating in the air, all of them staring at him.

He blinked, and the terrible vision was gone.

My glasses, he thought. I will have to get my glasses checked.

A drop of sweat slid down his cheek. He tightened his grip on the scalpel handle. This was just a simple appendectomy, a procedure a lowly surgical intern could pull off. Surely he could manage this, even with shaking hands.

He focused on the patient's abdomen, on that flat belly with its golden tan. Jennifer Halsey, age thirty-six. A visitor from out of state, she had awakened this morning in her Boston motel room suffering from right lower quadrant pain. With the pain growing worse, she had driven through a blinding snowstorm to the ER at Wicklin Hospital, and had been referred to the surgeon on call for the day: Mackie. She knew nothing about the rumors concerning his competence, nothing about the lies and whispers that were slowly destroying his practice. She was merely a woman in pain who needed her inflamed appendix removed.

He pressed the blade to Jennifer's skin. His hand had steadied. He could do it. Of course he could do it. He made the incision, a smooth, clean slice. The scrub nurse assisted, sponging up blood, handing him hemostats. He cut deeper,
through the yellow subcutaneous fat, pausing every so often to cauterize a bleeder. No problem. Everything's going to be fine. He would get in, remove the appendix, and get out again. Then he would go home for the afternoon. Maybe a little rest was all he needed to clear his head.

He slit through the glistening peritoneum, into the abdominal cavity. "Retract," he said.

The scrub nurse took hold of the stainless steel retractors and gently tugged open the wound.

Mackie reached into the gap and felt the intestines, warm and slippery, squirm around his gloved hand. What a wondrous sensation, to be cradled in the heat of the human body. It was like being welcomed back into the womb. He exposed the appendix. One glance at the red and swollen tissue told him his diagnosis had been correct; the appendix would have to come out. He reached for the scalpel.

Only as he focused once again on the incision did he realize that something was not quite right.

There was far too much intestine crowded into the abdomen, twice as much as, there should be. Far more than the woman needed. This wouldn't do. He tugged on a loop of small bowel, felt it glide, warm and slick, across his gloved hands. With the scalpel, he sliced off the excess length and set the dripping coil on the tray. There, he thought. That was much neater.

The scrub nurse was staring at him, her eyes wide over the surgical mask. "What are you doing?" she cried.

"Too much intestine," he answered calmly. "Can't have that." He reached into the abdomen and grasped another loop of bowel. No need for all this excess tissue. It only obscured his view of things.

"Dr. Mackie, no!"

He sliced. Blood pulsed out in a hot, arcing spray from the severed coil.

The nurse grabbed his gloved hand. He shook it off, outraged that a mere nurse would dare interrupt the procedure.

"Get me another scrub nurse," he commanded. "I need suction. Have to clear away all this blood."

"Stop him! Help me stop him —"

With his free hand, Mackie reached for the suction catheter and plunged the tip into the abdomen. Blood gurgled up the tube and poured into the reservoir.

Another hand grasped his gown and pulled him away from the table. It was Dr. Rudman. Mackie tried to shake him off, but Rudman wouldn't let go.

"Put down the scalpel, Stan."

"She has to be cleaned out. There's too much intestine."

"Put it down!"

Struggling free, Mackie swung around to confront Rudman. He'd forgotten he was still holding the scalpel. The blade slashed across the other man's neck.

Rudman screamed and clapped his hand to his throat.

Mackie backed away, staring at the blood seeping out between Rudman's fingers. "Not my fault," he said. "It's not my fault!"

A nurse yelled into the intercom: "Send Security! He's going crazy in here! We need Security STAT!"

Mackie stumbled backward, through slippery pools of blood. Rudman's blood. Jennifer Halsey's blood. A spreading lake of it. He turned and bolted from the room.

They were chasing him.

He fled down the hallway, running in blind panic, lost in a maze of corridors. Where was he? Why did nothing seem familiar? Then, straight ahead, he saw the window, and beyond it, the swirling snow. Snow. That cold, white lace would purify him, would cleanse this blood from his hands.

Behind him, footsteps pounded closer. Someone shouted, "Halt!"

Mackie took three running steps and leaped toward the rectangle of light.

Glass shattered into a million diamonds. Then the cold air whistled past him and everything was white. A beautiful, crystalline white.

And he was falling.

Copyright © 1997 by Tess Gerritsen

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First Chapter

A scalpel is a beautiful thing.

Dr. Stanley Mackie had never noticed this before, but as he stood with head bowed beneath the OR lamps, he suddenly found himself marveling at how the light reflected with diamondlike brilliance off the blade. It was a work of art, that razor sharp lunula of stainless steel. So beautiful, in fact, that he scarcely dared to pick it up for fear he would somehow tarnish its magic. In it's surface he saw a rainbow of colors, light fractured to its purest elements.

"Dr. Mackie? Is something wrong?"

He looked up and saw the scrub nurse frowning at him over her surgical mask. He had never before noticed how green her eyes were. He seemed to be seeing, really seeing, so many things for the very first time. The creamy texture of the nurse's skin. The vein coursing along her temple. The mole just above her eyebrow.

Or was it a mole? He stared. It was moving, crawling like a many-legged insect toward the corner of her eye....

"Stan?" Dr. Rudman, the anesthesiologist, was speaking now, his voice slicing through Mackie's dismay. "Are you all right?"

Mackie gave his head a shake. The insect vanished. It was a mole again, just a tiny fleck of black pigment on the nurse's pale skin. He took a deep breath and picked up the scalpel from the instrument tray. He looked down at the woman lying on the table.

The overhead light had already been focused on the patient's lower abdomen. Blue surgical drapes were clamped in place, framing a rectangle of exposed skin. It was a nice flat belly with a bikini line connecting the twin flares of the hip bones -- a surprising sight to behold in this season of snowstorms and winter white faces. What a shame he would have to cut into it. An appendectomy scar would certainly mar any future Caribbean tans.

He placed the tip of the blade on the skin, centering his incision on McBurney's point, halfway between the navel and the protrusion of the right hip bone. The approximate location of the appendix. With scalpel poised to cut, he suddenly paused.

His hand was shaking.

He didn't understand it. This had never happened before. Stanley Mackie had always possessed rock steady hands. Now it took enormous effort just to maintain his grip on the handle. He swallowed and lifted the blade from the skin. Easy. Take a few deep breaths. This will pass.

"Stan?"

Mackie looked up and saw that Dr. Rudman was frowning. So were the two nurses. Mackie could read the questions in their eyes, the same questions that people had been whispering about him for weeks. Is old Dr Mackie competent? At the age of seventy-four, should he still be allowed to operate?

He ignored their looks. He had already defended himself before the Quality Assurance Committee, had explained, to their satisfaction, the circumstances of his last patient's death. Surgery, after all, was not a risk-free proposition. When too much blood pools in the abdomen, it's easy to confuse one's landmarks, to make the wrong slice.

The committee, in their wisdom, had absolved him of blame.

Nevertheless, doubts had seeped into the minds of the hospital staff. He could see it in the nurses' expressions, in Dr. Rudman's frown. All those eyes watching him. Suddenly he sensed other eyes as well. He caught a fleeting glimpse of dozens of eyeballs floating in the air, all of them staring at him.

He blinked, and the terrible vision was gone.

My glasses, he thought. I will have to get my glasses checked.

A drop of sweat slid down his cheek. He tightened his grip on the scalpel handle. This was just a simple appendectomy, a procedure a lowly surgical intern could pull off. Surely he could manage this, even with shaking hands.

He focused on the patient's abdomen, on that flat belly with its golden tan. Jennifer Halsey, age thirty-six. A visitor from out of state, she had awakened this morning in her Boston motel room suffering from right lower quadrant pain. With the pain growing worse, she had driven through a blinding snowstorm to the ER at Wicklin Hospital, and had been referred to the surgeon on call for the day: Mackie. She knew nothing about the rumors concerning his competence, nothing about the lies and whispers that were slowly destroying his practice. She was merely a woman in pain who needed her inflamed appendix removed.

He pressed the blade to Jennifer's skin. His hand had steadied. He could do it. Of course he could do it. He made the incision, a smooth, clean slice. The scrub nurse assisted, sponging up blood, handing him hemostats. He cut deeper, through the yellow subcutaneous fat, pausing every so often to cauterize a bleeder. No problem. Everything's going to be fine. He would get in, remove the appendix, and get out again. Then he would go home for the afternoon. Maybe a little rest was all he needed to clear his head.

He slit through the glistening peritoneum, into the abdominal cavity. "Retract," he said.

The scrub nurse took hold of the stainless steel retractors and gently tugged open the wound.

Mackie reached into the gap and felt the intestines, warm and slippery, squirm around his gloved hand. What a wondrous sensation, to be cradled in the heat of the human body. It was like being welcomed back into the womb. He exposed the appendix. One glance at the red and swollen tissue told him his diagnosis had been correct; the appendix would have to come out. He reached for the scalpel.

Only as he focused once again on the incision did he realize that something was not quite right.

There was far too much intestine crowded into the abdomen, twice as much as, there should be. Far more than the woman needed. This wouldn't do. He tugged on a loop of small bowel, felt it glide, warm and slick, across his gloved hands. With the scalpel, he sliced off the excess length and set the dripping coil on the tray. There, he thought. That was much neater.

The scrub nurse was staring at him, her eyes wide over the surgical mask. "What are you doing?" she cried.

"Too much intestine," he answered calmly. "Can't have that." He reached into the abdomen and grasped another loop of bowel. No need for all this excess tissue. It only obscured his view of things.

"Dr. Mackie, no!"

He sliced. Blood pulsed out in a hot, arcing spray from the severed coil.

The nurse grabbed his gloved hand. He shook it off, outraged that a mere nurse would dare interrupt the procedure.

"Get me another scrub nurse," he commanded. "I need suction. Have to clear away all this blood."

"Stop him! Help me stop him --"

With his free hand, Mackie reached for the suction catheter and plunged the tip into the abdomen. Blood gurgled up the tube and poured into the reservoir.

Another hand grasped his gown and pulled him away from the table. It was Dr. Rudman. Mackie tried to shake him off, but Rudman wouldn't let go.

"Put down the scalpel, Stan."

"She has to be cleaned out. There's too much intestine."

"Put it down!"

Struggling free, Mackie swung around to confront Rudman. He'd forgotten he was still holding the scalpel. The blade slashed across the other man's neck.

Rudman screamed and clapped his hand to his throat.

Mackie backed away, staring at the blood seeping out between Rudman's fingers. "Not my fault," he said. "It's not my fault!"

A nurse yelled into the intercom: "Send Security! He's going crazy in here! We need Security STAT!"

Mackie stumbled backward, through slippery pools of blood. Rudman's blood. Jennifer Halsey's blood. A spreading lake of it. He turned and bolted from the room.

They were chasing him.

He fled down the hallway, running in blind panic, lost in a maze of corridors. Where was he? Why did nothing seem familiar? Then, straight ahead, he saw the window, and beyond it, the swirling snow. Snow. That cold, white lace would purify him, would cleanse this blood from his hands.

Behind him, footsteps pounded closer. Someone shouted, "Halt!"

Mackie took three running steps and leaped toward the rectangle of light.

Glass shattered into a million diamonds. Then the cold air whistled past him and everything was white. A beautiful, crystalline white.

And he was falling.

Copyright © 1997 by Tess Gerritsen

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  • Posted January 11, 2012

    Keeps you in suspense!

    I had a very hard time when I had to stop reading this book for even a short time. I love all of Tess Gerritsen's books as you never know what is going to happen around the corner, on the next page, etc. Would highly recommend if you like Gerritsen's books.

    6 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 26, 2011

    Well Woven...Wow!

    Whether or not you are a Gerritsen fan, you will find the twists and turns forcing you to keep flipping the pages until you reach a totally unexpected ending. Thoroughly satisfying, it leaves you wanting nothing, except, that is, more of Tess Gerritsen's writing.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 7, 2011

    Such drama!

    I found Gerritsen because of "Rozzeli & Isles" on TV. She grabs you right away and doesn't let go.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 13, 2006

    Unlike Anything I Have Read

    This was my first Tess Gerritson book--defintely not my last. I read this book in two days. The storyline will keep you turning the pages way into the midnight hours.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 17, 2013

    Wonderful author

    This book was written very well and was a compelling read that I could not put down. I have always loved the medical mysteries and have found an author who can write the stories with interest and accuracy. ~ highly recommended read ~ Lori, Florida

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 5, 2006

    Great Book!!!

    This is my third Tess Gerritsen book and she gets better with each new book. I really liked this book except I thought the ending was a little too abrupt. I definitely would recommend this book.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 14, 2005

    EXCELLENT BOOK!!

    This was my first Tess Gerritsen book. It was exciting and just so so good. I highly reccomend this book.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 29, 2003

    VERY GOOD

    this was one of the best books i have ever read. it did get a little slow towards the middle, but after i kept reading i couldnt wait to finish. Try her book the surgeon if you like this one

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 10, 2002

    One of my favorites!

    This is one of the best! After reading Gravity, by Gerritsen, I decided to try another and chose Life Support. A VERY good decision. This was an EXCELLENT book and I plan to read it a few more times! Wonderful and exciting read!

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 9, 2014

    more from this reviewer

    CD/Thriller: This book came out ten years ago, so there may by

    CD/Thriller: This book came out ten years ago, so there may by spoilers.

    This book was poorly abridged at three discs. Yes, the heroine is saved, but how? Who figured it out or did I miss something.

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  • Posted August 2, 2013

    Great Read!

    Toby has an interesting life. Given Tess's medical background, she spins a great story about Toby's life in the ER. Toby has complete responsibility for making sure everything runs smoothly and that isn't easy. Given limited resources, she has to decide who gets immediate attention and who doesn't. If any bad decisions are made it is ultimately her fault. Combine this with the back biting politics in the hospital and trying to deal with an aging mother with major health problems at home and you have a disaster in the making. When people in a nursing home start dying with the same diagnosis, Toby tries to make sense out of what is going on. Like a crossword puzzle with interlocking pieces that slowly reveal the total picture, Toby slowly realizes the horrific cause of the deaths. Non-stop action and a book you just can't stop reading. What more could you want? I will have to give this book the same caveat that that I have given many other Tess Gerritsen books ... if you can't handle a lot of explicit medical procedures and gore, you may want to skip this book. Otherwise, you are in for a heck of a ride. Enjoy!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 22, 2013

    Enjoyed this book- a nice weekend read. Would reccommed it.

    Enjoyed this book- a nice weekend read. Would reccommed it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 31, 2012

    Awesome!!

    Like ALL other Tess books, this one did not disappoint!! Loved the ending!!!

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    Posted September 26, 2012

    Mel

    *runs out*

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    Posted January 14, 2013

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 23, 2012

    Life Support

    Excellent novel!

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  • Posted May 29, 2012

    Very good

    I enjoyed the book except for the ending. It is just my thoughts but I would have enjoyed a matter of fact ending instead of the one Tess wrote. It didn't stop me from buying another book!

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