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    <![CDATA[Dark Melody (Carpathians, #12)]]>
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    <![CDATA[<strong>A New York Times Bestseller</strong><p>  Lead guitarist of the Dark Troubadours, Dayan was renowned for his mesmerizing performances. His melodies stilled crowds, beckoned, seduced. And always, he called to her to complete him. Corinne Wentworth stood at the vortex of a gathering storm. Pursued by the fanatics who'd murdered her husband, she was risking her life by keeping more than one secret. Fragile, delicate, vulnerable, she had an indomitable faith that made her fiery surrender to Dayan all the more powerful.</p>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[Oh, my God, why did I read this book? (I know why: because a friend of mine loaned it to me, and it's one of her favorites.) <br/><br/>I had trouble getting into it at first; the writing seemed clumsy. Then I hit the following sentence:<br/>&quot;The leopard inched forward once again without even...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/74854106">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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