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New York Times bestselling author Fern Michaels crafts poignant, richly satisfying stories filled with characters as familiar and as real as old friends. In Up Close and Personal, she explores the dynamics of one extraordinary family, the complex bond between mother and daughter, and the transforming power of the loves we find, the loves we lose, and the ones we carry with us always--no matter where life takes us. . .

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New York Times bestselling author Fern Michaels crafts poignant, richly satisfying stories filled with characters as familiar and as real as old friends. In Up Close and Personal, she explores the dynamics of one extraordinary family, the complex bond between mother and daughter, and the transforming power of the loves we find, the loves we lose, and the ones we carry with us always--no matter where life takes us. . .

For generations, the Windsors have lived on the family's grand estate in Crestwood, South Carolina, as intertwined with local life as sweet tea and pecan pie. Now, on the anniversary of her daughter Emily's death, Sarabess Windsor believes she may be the last to carry the family name--unless she can find her second daughter, Trinity, who disappeared fifteen years ago.

Trinity grew up as Trinity Henderson, adopted by the Windsor foreman and his wife. Trinity was conceived not out of love, but out of Sarabess's desperate attempt to prolong Emily's life by providing a bone marrow donor. On her fifteenth birthday, Trinity ran away and hasn't been seen in Crestwood since. But the town has never forgotten her. . .especially not handsome lawyer Jake Forrest. And although Jake has no desire to help selfish Sarabess Windsor, the thought of seeing his childhood friend again fills a void in his heart that Jake didn't even know existed.

Trinity swore never to return to Crestwood. Not for the mother who callously abandoned her, not for the late father she hardly knew, not for the huge family trust she stands to inherit. But some ties--to a place, to a past, to the people we once were and dreams we once had--can never be fully broken. And as family secrets are revealed, and desires old and new come to light, Trinity may discover the one thing she never expected to find in Crestwood: a place to call home at last.

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In Michaels' fable-like latest, wicked South Carolina heiress Sarabess Windsor must face the fallout of a decision she made 30 years ago: when her beloved daughter was diagnosed with a potentially fatal illness, doting Sarabess hatched a plan to bear another child solely as a source of bone marrow for little Emily. Donor daughter Trinity, unaware of her parentage, spent her childhood in closely monitored foster care, but forced, like the other children in town, to fawn endlessly over Emily, whose life is extended 13 years by her sister's cells. When Trinity runs away at 15, Sarabess makes sure no one tries to find her, but hapless father Harold, on his deathbed, sets up a trust for Trinity to claim on her 30th birthday. Several months before that day, Sarabess begins to try to finagle the funds for her own use. While Sarabess is without any redeeming qualities, her Trinity is anything but. Readers will root for the plucky heroine and her childhood friend Jake (a lawyer, natch). The finale's shocking revelations are just that, as Michaels, who was written more than 80 novels, somehow does it again. (Aug.)

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Immediately following her honeymoon, newlywed Samantha Rainford learns that her husband, Douglas Cosmo Rainford III, has filed for divorce. Eventually, Sam locates three more of Douglas's ex-wives, and the four women are recruited by the supersecret Americans for Justice (AFJ), an agency whose purpose is to correct judicial, legal, and moral wrongs that cannot be corrected through the justice system. Vowing revenge on their mutual ex, the women discover there are really 11 Mrs. Rainfords, with a 12th wedding in the works. Similar to the "Sisterhood" series, this humorous tale has more characters than are usually found in Michaels's stories. Laural Merlington does an admirable job of keeping the individual voices straight, but the sheer number of characters is a bit of a stretch for even her wide vocal range, particularly with the male voices. This light story will appeal to Michaels's fans and those enjoying humorous revenge and female empowerment tales. Recommended.

Convinced her parents don't care about her, 15-year-old Trinity Henderson, in Up Close and Personal, runs away from home. She changes her name, finishes high school, and goes to college. Now 15 years later, hearing a rumor that an old friend is trying to find her, Trinity prepares to run again, but this time to the one place she doesn't expect him to look-her old hometown. Once there, Trinity learns that the people who raised her were unofficial foster parents; her real mother is the town's wealthy widow. Trinity searches for answers to questions she didn't know existed and ends up with a fiancé and a family fortune. This wicked Southern belle heiress saga will appeal to those who like family tales.Reader Laural Merlington's speech is clear, distinct, and accent-free. Her voice range enables the listener to keep track of the various characters. Recommended.
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  • ISBN-13: 9781423342489
  • Publisher: Brilliance Audio
  • Publication date: 7/31/2007
  • Format: CD
  • Edition description: Unabridged, 9 CDs, 11 hrs.
  • Product dimensions: 5.00 (w) x 5.50 (h) x 0.75 (d)

Meet the Author

Fern Michaels
FERN MICHAELS is the USA Today and New York Times bestselling author of the Sisterhood series, Mr. and Miss Anonymous, Up Close and Personal, and dozens of other novels and novellas. There are over seventy million copies of her books in print. Fern Michaels has built and funded several large day-care centers in her hometown, and is apassionate animal lover who has outfitted police dogs across the country with special bulletproof vests. She shares her home in South Carolina with her four dogs and a resident ghost named Mary Margaret.

Biography

Born Mary Ruth Kuczkir in Hastings, Pennsylvania, Fern Michaels was married and the mother of five before she embarked on her long, successful writing career – a career that began with something midway between a challenge and a command. When her youngest child went off to kindergarten, Michaels's husband imperiously ordered her (in just so many words) to get off her ass and get a job. Long years in the domestic trenches had left her short on marketable skills, so she decided trade off her lifelong love of reading and write a book. Just like that. The domineering, unsupportive husband is history. And Michaels has gone on to pen bestselling romance after bestselling romance. Just like that..

With typical modesty, Michaels does not claim to be a great writer; however, she admits proudly to being a born storyteller. Her bulging bookshelf proves she is all over the map, producing with equal facility hot historicals, lighthearted contemporary capers, adrenaline-laced thrillers, and heartwarming tales of family and friendship. She is especially adept at writing stories about women who prevail in hard times – a reflection, perhaps, of her own struggles in her marriage and early career.

Raised to believe that the fortunate in life have an obligation to give back, Michaels devotes a lot of time to philanthropic concerns. She has established a foundation that grants four-year scholarships to needy students and has set up pre-schools and daycare centers for single mothers. She is also an avid animal lover and has been known to own as many as five dogs at a time.

In 1993, Michaels picked up stakes and moved from her home in New Jersey to a 300-year-old plantation house in Charleston, South Carolina. She and the dogs share the house amicably with a friendly ghost whom Fern has dubbed Mary Margaret. In addition to stopping clocks and moving pillows from room to room, Mary Margaret has been known to occasionally leave flowers on Michaels's nightstand!

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Michaels confesses in our interview: "I'm a junk food junkie and a chocoholic. My desk drawers have more junk food in them than paper and pens. I chomp and chew all day long. At night I get up and eat Marshmallow Fluff right out of the jar. In between eating, I write."

Her first "sort of, kind of job" was in market research. Michaels recounts the gig's low-point in our interview: "I had a partner and we were testing a new pressurized drain cleaner. All you had to do was put this can in the drain, squeeze and supposedly the drain would open right up. It did, all right.

"The whole wall collapsed, and stuff that was in there for a hundred years flew everywhere. The lady didn't tell us the drain backed up to her kitchen drain and disposal. The company didn't care that we smelled like a sewer or that our clothes were ruined. The lady got a new bathroom, and we both got fired."

Michaels reveals some of her sources of inspiration: "Inspiration comes from everywhere. The title for Finders Keepers came from a cartoon with two chipmunks that my grandson was watching. I had a title but no story. I finally came up with one to fit that wonderful title.

"Names for characters sometime come from television. I had a character named Metaxis which is odd to begin with. There is a news anchor on T.V. who has that same last name. Sometimes it will just be a word someone says in passing, something I read or saw. There's no rhyme or reason to it. It's almost like, okay, I need something here, stay alert and it will happen."

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    1. Also Known As:
      Mary Kuczkir
    2. Hometown:
      Summerville, South Carolina
    1. Education:
      High School

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Up Close and Personal


By FERN MICHAELS

KENSINGTON BOOKS

Copyright © 2007 Fern Michaels
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7582-1271-9


Chapter One

It was a beautiful summer day, but the agitated woman pacing and kneading her hands barely noticed. Warm, golden sunshine flooded the sunroom where she was pacing, doing its best to warm the trembling woman. As hard as she tried, she couldn't avoid the gallery of pictures that lined one wall. She knew she shouldn't have come here this morning, of all days. Yet she'd carried her coffee cup in with the intention of sitting on one of the rattan chairs. Not to think. Never to think. She knew it was impossible, but she'd come anyway. The sunroom had been Emily's favorite room in the whole house.

Once this room had held a life-size giraffe, easels, paints, brushes, a blackboard and pastel chalks, a television, a pink polka-dotted sleeping bag with the name EMILY embroidered across the front in huge, white silky letters. An oversize toy box, also with the name EMILY stenciled on it, was stuffed with animals and assorted toys. Deep, comfortable furniture suitable for a sickly little girl had been covered in all the colors of the rainbow, just waiting for her to sit or lie down with her storybooks.

Once, a long time ago, a hundred years ago, a lifetime ago, this had been Emily's favorite room. Before she had become bedridden.

Tears puddled up in Sarabess Windsor's eyes. Why had she come in here? She looked around for her coffee cup. She reached for it and sipped the cold brew. Okay, she'd had some coffee. Now it was time to leave. But could she walk out of this room today? Of course she could. She had to.

Sarabess looked at herself in the mirror that hung on the back of the door leading into a small lavatory. She'd taken exceptional pains with her dress. She was wearing her grandmother's pearls, her mother's pearl earrings, and a mint-green linen dress that so far was unwrinkled. If she sat down, it would wrinkle. She wanted to look put together when Rifkin Forrest arrived, and part of that put-together look did not include tears. Every silky gray hair was in place. Her makeup was flawless; her unshed tears hadn't destroyed her mascara. Just because she was sixty didn't mean she had to look sixty. The last time he'd been to the house, Rif had told her she didn't look a day over fifty. Rif always said kind things. Rif said kind things because he'd loved her forever.

Sarabess turned around at the door, seeing the sunroom as it was. Other than the gallery of pictures, all traces of Emily were gone. Now the room held rattan furniture covered with a bright-colored fabric. Dozens of green plants and young trees could be seen through the wall-to-wall windows. Overhead, two paddle fans whirred softly. A wet bar sat in one corner. She was the only one who ever came into this room. Once a year on this date she unlocked the door, walked into the room, and allowed herself ten minutes to grieve. Most times she cried for the rest of the day. For weeks afterward she wasn't herself. Still, she put herself through it because she didn't want to forget. As if a mother could ever forget the death of her child.

Sarabess closed and locked the door. Maybe she would never go into the room again. Maybe she should think about moving away. But she did not see how she could. Emily was buried here in the family mausoleum. She could never leave her firstborn. Why did she even think it was a possibility? Then there was Mitzi Granger lurking on the fringe of her life. Even Rif couldn't do anything about squirrelly Mitzi. Something had to be done about Mitzi.

The Windsors had lived on Windsor Hill in Crestwood, South Carolina, for hundreds of years. She was the last of the Windsors, though only by marriage. Then again, maybe she wasn't the last of the Windsors. She would have to wait for time to give her an answer.

As the mistress of Windsor Hill walked down the hallway toward the heavy beveled-glass front door, she realized she'd left her coffee cup in the sunroom. Well, it would have to stay there for another year. Or, until she felt brave enough to unlock the door and enter the room that was simply too full of memories. At the end of the hallway, she opened the door and walked out onto the verandah. She looked around as though seeing it for the very first time. She was surprised to see that the gardener had hung the giant ferns, cleaned the wicker furniture, laid down new fiber rugs, and arranged the clay pots of colorful petunias and geraniums. Even the six paddle fans had been cleaned and waxed.

How was it possible she hadn't noticed? Because she was so wrapped up in herself, that was why. She tried to remember the last time she'd sat out here with a glass of lemonade. When she couldn't come up with any answer, she started to pace the long verandah, which wrapped around the entire house. Where was Rifkin? She looked down at her diamond-studded watch. He was ten minutes late. Rif was never late. Never. She wondered if his lateness was an omen of things to come.

For the first time since getting up, she was aware of the golden June day as she stared out at the Windsor grounds. Once the endless fields had produced cotton and tobacco. Now, they produced watermelons, pumpkins, and tomatoes that were shipped coast to coast. The acres of pecan trees went on as far as the eye could see. The pecans, too, were shipped all over the country. On the lowest plateau of the hill, cows grazed, hence the Windsor Dairy. Horses trotted in their paddock. There was a time when she'd been an accomplished horsewoman. Once there had been a pony named Beauty and a little red cart that carried Emily around the yard. Just like Emily, they were gone, too.

Sarabess heard the powerful engine then. She looked down at her watch once more. Twenty-three minutes late. What would be Rif's excuse this fine Monday morning? Did it even matter? He was here now.

When the Mercedes stopped in front of the steps leading to the verandah, Sarabess waved a greeting before she rang the little bell on one of the tables next to a wicker chair-Martha's signal that she should serve coffee on the verandah. Sarabess walked back to the top of the steps to wait for Rif's light kiss on her cheek. She smiled when she realized there was to be no explanation as to why he was late. Rif hated to make explanations. It was the lawyer in him. She motioned to one of the chairs and sat down across from the attorney.

He was tall and tanned from the golf course. His hair was gun-metal gray. His eyes were sharp and summer blue and crinkled at the corners when he smiled. She loved it when he smiled at her. An intimate smile, she thought. Because he was semiretired, Rif felt no need for a three-piece suit on his days off. He was dressed in creased khakis and a bright yellow T-shirt. His only concession to his profession was the briefcase he was never without. He dropped it next to his chair before sitting down. His voice was deep and pleasant when he said, "You're looking particularly fine this morning, Sarabess."

"Why thank you, counselor. You look rather fit yourself this fine morning. Are you playing golf today?"

"Unless you have something important you need taken care of. You sounded ... urgent when you called."

"It's time, Rif."

The attorney didn't bother to pretend he didn't know what she was talking about. He knew his old friend was waiting for him to say something, but he opted for silence. Sarabess raised an eyebrow in question. Instead, he reached for the cup of coffee the old housekeeper poured for him. He sipped appreciatively.

Sarabess set her own cup on the table. "I want you to hire someone to find her. It's time. And it's also time to do something about Mitzi. I ... I want her taken care of once and for all. Do we understand each other, Rifkin?"

Rifkin. Using his full name meant Sarabess was serious.

Rifkin watched as a tiny brown bird flew into one of the ferns. He knew the little bird was preparing her nest. "Let it be, Sarabess. You need to stop obsessing about ... about Mitzi. There's nothing I can do legally, and we both know it."

Sarabess leaned forward. "How can you say that to me?"

"I can say it because I'm your friend. Mitzi aside, you should have called me fifteen years ago to ask me to find her. I warned you this would happen. Now, it's too late."

Sarabess stood up. "It's never too late. You hounded me daily for years to do what I'm asking you to do now, and suddenly you're telling me it's too late! I don't believe that. If you won't do it, I'll find someone who will. Mitzi may have me on a short leash financially, but I am not without influence in this town. As you well know, Rifkin."

Suddenly he felt sick to his stomach. "You waited fifteen years too long. If you think for one minute that that girl is going to forgive you, you are wrong." Rif brought the coffee cup to his lips. He didn't think he'd ever tasted anything so bitter.

"She's my daughter. I'm her mother."

Rif sighed and closed his eyes. His voice was so low Sarabess had to strain to hear it. "You gave birth to her. You were never her mother. You were Emily's mother. As your attorney, I'm advising you to let matters rest. As your friend and lover, I'm asking you to let matters rest. Please, Sarabess, listen to me."

"I have no intention of following your advice, Rifkin. It's time."

"For you, perhaps. Not for Trinity. If she wanted to see you, she knows where you are. She could have come home anytime. The fact that she hasn't called or written in fifteen years means she doesn't have any interest in seeing you."

"She doesn't even know Harold died. She should know that," Sarabess said coldly. "Mitzi knows. If you could just get inside that ... that squirrelly head of hers, we could find Trinity in a heartbeat."

"Now, almost fifteen years after the fact, you think Trinity should know her father died! I can't believe I'm hearing what I'm hearing. I advise you to think seriously about what you are contemplating, Sarabess. You gave birth to Trinity so you could use her bone marrow so that Emily would live. Then you gave that child to your foreman and his wife to raise. You hauled her up here one day a year on Princess Emily's birthday. You had the Hendersons dress her up like a poor relation; then you sent her away after the party. Not to mention the humiliation of those countless other command performances-whenever Emily pitched a fit. You're delusional if you think Trinity will want to see you."

"I had no other choice. Emily would have died. Because of ... of that ... procedure, I had thirteen more years with my darling daughter. Thirteen years! I wouldn't trade those thirteen years for anything in the world. When ... When I explain things to Trinity, I'm sure she will understand. She is my daughter, after all. She has only one mother. We all have only one mother." Despite Sarabess's efforts, her voice was colder than chipped ice, her eyes colder still.

Is he buying into my explanation? At first blush, it doesn't seem like it. Well, that will have to change quickly.

"I don't care how much it hurts, Sarabess, but you were never that girl's mother. You didn't sit with her at night when she was sick. You didn't take her to church, you never took her shopping. You never once looked at her report card, never went to a school meeting. You never read her a bedtime story or tucked her into bed. Half the time you couldn't remember what her name was. Emily didn't like her, either, thanks to you. Guilt is what took Harold to an early grave, and we both know it. I guess you're just a lot tougher.

"Trinity has never touched the trust fund your husband, her father, set up for her. I believe that Harold told her about it when she was quite young. I cannot even begin to imagine what that young girl thought at the time if, indeed, he did tell her. Maybe the knowledge of that monstrous trust fund was what made her run away. At least that's Mitzi's theory. If so, apparently Trinity didn't want any part of it, you, or Harold. Let it be."

Sarabess fingered the pearls at her neck. She felt choked up at her lover's words. "When did you get so ugly, Rifkin Forrest?"

"Ten minutes ago, when I saw what you were about this morning. Today of all days. Why didn't you make the decision a week ago, a month ago, yesterday? Today is the anniversary of Emily's death. In seven months Trinity will be thirty and will come into the trust," Rif said, his voice sounding ominous.

Sarabess didn't think Rif's voice could get any colder, but it did. She actually shivered in the humid June air.

"You went in that room, you looked at the pictures, you relived the thirteen years that Trinity gave your daughter. You probably cried, and then you decided maybe this was a good time to find your other daughter. The thought probably crossed your mind that you might have grandchildren somewhere. That's the part I want to believe.

"The other part, having to do with the trust fund that will revert to you if Trinity dies or isn't found in time to take possession of her trust, is not something I want to think about today. I'm sorry, but I have to leave. I have a tee time in thirty minutes."

Sarabess was speechless. "You're leaving?"

"Yes, I'm leaving. I don't want any part of upsetting that young woman's life for your own selfish desires."

Sarabess started to cry. "Please, Rif, don't leave. I ... I'm not doing this for me. You may be right-it may too late-but I won't know if I don't try. I just want to find her. I won't invade her life if it looks like I ... if ... she isn't interested. I thought that Jake," she said, referring to Rif's son and law partner, "might do the search. He used to play with Trinity when they were little children. Emily used to watch them from the sunroom. She was so envious."

A linen handkerchief found its way to her eyes. It all sounded good to her ears. It should-she'd rehearsed this little speech for hours in front of the mirror.

Rifkin sighed wearily. "It always comes back to Emily, doesn't it?"

"Yes, it always comes back to Emily. You can't expect me to turn thirty years off and on like you'd turn off a light switch. I made a mistake. I want to try and make it right." That sounds good, too, Sarabess thought smugly.

"Jesus, Sarabess, you didn't just make a mistake, you made the Queen Mother of all mistakes. Now you want the child you threw away back. I'm sorry, it just doesn't work that way. On top of that, it's too late."

"Stop saying that. I didn't throw Trinity away. I ... What I did was pay the Hendersons to take care of her. I couldn't do it. I was fighting for Emily's life. Trinity had a roof over her head, good food, adequate medical care. If she was neglected, as you say, it was only by me and my husband. I will concede the point that the child needed a mother, and that's where I failed her. If she ... If I had brought her here to the big house, she would have been raised by servants. At least with the Hendersons she had a normal life. She wanted for nothing, and don't try to tell me otherwise."

Sarabess had said these words so often, they sounded truthful to her ears. She struggled to cry. She whipped the handkerchief past her eyelashes as she watched Rifkin carefully. She needed him.

"Too bad you couldn't pay the Hendersons to love her. When are you going to factor in Trinity's trust fund?"

"The fund has nothing to do with this. The Hendersons did love Trinity in their own way. They are plain, hardworking people. They're not demonstrative. That doesn't mean they didn't love Trinity. They raised her for fifteen years. There was feeling there. Even as sick as he was, and living with that woman, Harold told me they were heartbroken when Trinity ran away. Harold would never have lied about something like that."

Rifkin watched the little brown bird as she dived into the fern with a piece of string in her beak. Preparing her nest for her young. That's how it's supposed to be, he thought. Even the birds know about motherhood. "Were you brokenhearted, Sarabess? Did Trinity's running away affect you in any way?"

He was just saying words, words he'd said hundreds of times. It was a game, pure and simple.

Sarabess drew a deep breath as she fingered her pearls. "No. It barely registered. I was still mourning Emily. Nothing registered. Nothing." Such a lie, she thought.

"I have to leave now, or I'll miss my tee time."

"Well, a tee time is certainly important. Even I understand that. Run along, Rifkin. Enjoy your golf game," Sarabess said, in an icy voice.

Rifkin refused to be baited. He waved as he descended the steps. "Thanks for the coffee."

Sarabess wanted to tell him to go to hell, but she bit down on her bottom lip instead. Her eyes filled again. Everything Rif had said was true. Tomorrow she would think about everything he'd just said. Everything she'd been thinking about for the past fifteen years. Tomorrow. Then again, maybe she wouldn't.

Today was Emily's day. Today she had to go to the cemetery to talk to Emily.

Tomorrow was another day. Rif would come around; he always did.



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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 10, 2007

    Hero acted more like a teen than a man

    I have always enjoyed Fern Michaels so I was looking forward to this book. From the start I felt as if I was reading a teen romance. The 35 year old hero acted more like a 16 year old than an adult man. He yelled at his dad, scampered, got drunk with his AUNT, and had several grade school arguments with the heroine. Trinity is mean to the old couple that rescued her, leaves without a backward glance and never earns my sympathy or admiration. I was confused by the relationship Trinity had with her 2nd set of adoptive parents. There are two pages of introductory inner monologue for the elderly couple that make them seem caring and loving which is completely undermined by further dialogue. If the old guy has a ton of money why is he thinking he hates to tell his wife the bakery has to close? If the old lady only had mild arthritis why is she thinking about the pain and feeling useless? It just does not track. This book was really disappointing as no one was an adult with adult feelings. And why did Trinity have an identity crisis? She was 15 when she ran away not abandoned as a baby. Great story line with a ton of possibilities, unfortunately, none of them came to fruition. No romance whatsoever as the hero and heroine spent more time arguing then forming a relationship. At the end of the day I liked the cruel rich lady best of all which says a lot!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 8, 2007

    What a great plot

    This book was wonderful the story just took off,before I knew it the book was over. Every time you think you have story figured out there is another twist. Very well developed characters. A must Read

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 12, 2012

    Awesome

    I really loved this book from start to finish i thought this book was one of fern michaels better ones i have read most of the sisterhood series and really like them as well

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 20, 2007

    Wow!

    I was sucked into this book from day one. I could not put it down.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 19, 2012

    good quick read

    as always, Fern Michaels has done a wonderful job of holding your attention and giving us another enjoyable read

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  • Posted May 22, 2012

    good for beach reading

    easy beach reading

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  • Posted August 7, 2011

    Wonderful!

    One of the best books I have read in a while!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 29, 2009

    Up Close and Personal

    It has been a few weeks since I read this book. It was simple and easy to read. It's good for relaxation-not enough suspense to put one on the edge of the seat. It was just okay for me.

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  • Posted June 20, 2009

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    Fun Reading - Fern Michaels's continues to outdo herself.

    Loved this book!! Fun romantic adventure and mystery all wrapped in one. Love that Fern Michaels leave some things to the imagination. Great feel good story and characters that you just love. Looking forward to getting my hands on her newest books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 11, 2007

    This was the greatest book ever

    This book was great! I luved how jake was so excited yet hid it the whole time. The mother I really hated because she really abandoned Trinity when she was young and I felt bad for her I almost cried!

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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