Riley Thorn and the Dead Guy Next Door

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  • Author : Lucy Score
  • Publisher : Unknown
  • Pages : null pages
  • ISBN : 9781945631689
  • Rating : /5 from reviews
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  • Publisher : Unknown
  • Release : 14 April 2022
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Riley Thorn and her hot, tattooed, private investigator boyfriend are all moved in to their new fixer-upper. Not only do they finally have their own place, they also haven't found any new dead bodies on the premises. Yep. It looks like summer is over and so is Riley's bad luck. Or is it? While Nick gives up sleeping and showering to obsess over the cold case that still haunts him, his business partner Mrs. Penny is calling the investigative shots.

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  • Publisher : Hard Shell Word Factory
  • Release : 01 April 2003
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Romantic Suspense: Long-awaited sequel to Honeysuckle Rose-LAST OF THE O'ROURKES. Kat Malone doesn't want to be pregnant. Seamus O'Rourke is not a hero. Thrown together by the death of Kat's adulterous lover and the threat of a sadistic stalker, Kat and Seamus discover unexpected truths about themselves and each other.

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  • Author : Gerald Arthur Winter
  • Publisher : Xlibris Corporation
  • Release : 02 October 2007
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Tom Larkin paid fifty grand for his brilliant red casket months before they planned a sailor’s funeral for him that night. His coffin cruised at 120 mph with its dash lit like a jet’s cockpit, where the most-important reading to Larkin glowed on his Porsche’s digital clock--4:00 AM. Perhaps it was his darkest moment before dawn, but he had other plans. He drove recklessly, hydroplaning northbound on Manhattan’s flooded FDR Drive through sheets of pouring rain. The