Mary Wibberley

Mary Wibberley


Born
Worsley, The United Kingdom
Died
December 29, 2013

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Average rating: 3.23 · 849 ratings · 135 reviews · 63 distinct works
الوجه اﻵخر للذئب

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3.65 avg rating — 37 ratings
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With This Ring

3.37 avg rating — 41 ratings — published 1979 — 13 editions
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Savage Love

2.72 avg rating — 46 ratings — published 1978 — 2 editions
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Black Niall

3.67 avg rating — 30 ratings — published 1973 — 2 editions
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Beloved Enemy

3.21 avg rating — 34 ratings — published 1973
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Logan's Island

3.53 avg rating — 32 ratings — published 1974 — 6 editions
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The Man at La Valaise

3.37 avg rating — 30 ratings — published 1974
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The Snow On The Hills

3.17 avg rating — 35 ratings — published 1974 — 3 editions
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Master of Saramanca

3.32 avg rating — 31 ratings — published 1973 — 2 editions
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جزيرة الشمس (روايات عبير، #24)

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3.88 avg rating — 24 ratings — published 2003
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More books by Mary Wibberley…
“His grey eyes were shadowed, mysterious, and she sensed the power within him, saw the hard lines of his expressive mouth soften momentarily as he murmured:
"What a girl!" His free hand reached out to touch her face, and she could scarcely breathe. "Let me—go," but the last word was lost as his lips came down on hers in a brief hard kiss that held no passion, only insult. Incensed, she tried to push him away and was imprisoned within the circle of his arms instantly Helpless, overpowered, she jerked her head to escape further punishment and he took hold of her hair and held her completely helpless as he kissed her a second time. Harder still, ruthless—only this time something changed. Quite suddenly the kiss no longer hurt her. She found herself melting into a delirious response. found to her horror that she was enjoying it, discovered that the imprisoning arms that held her were not steel bands after all, but were warm and wonderful instead...”
Mary Wibberley, The Dark Isle

“She was free. Trembling, she found her voice.
'You are hateful,' she whispered.
'Am I? Good. I enjoy being hateful occasionally. Good for the manly image and all that.”
Mary Wibberley, The Dark Isle

“She didn't like his tone, his stance, his looks, or anything about him, for that matter. But there was nothing she could do about it, and no way to fight him. He was completely in charge.”
Mary Wibberley, The Dark Isle

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