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| LAST GIRL DANCING |
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Holly Lisle |
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Obsessed with discovering what happened to her missing sister, Atlanta detective Jess Brubraker is willing to disappear into a sordid nightworld to find the answer. But that means leading both herself and her lover into the most intimate and terrifying trap of all.
Does this send a shiver down your spine:
Deep blue satin bustier, blue satin G-string, carefully applied make-up that covered and filled in the gapped half-inch incisions over each jugular vein. A halo of night-blossoming jasmine around a shining fan of long, silky brown hair. Sweet brown eyes, open, unblinking, beginning to dull and cloud.
The makeup over the abraded wrists and ankles hadn't covered as well this time as it had for the last two girls. This sweetheart had fought harder. She had been especially fun to hurt. To possess. Finally, to kill. But the make-up? Not good.
The photographer, still crouching, spread the dead dancer's legs wider, into a lewd pose. Appearances mattered. They told the story - pretty, wicked, filthy girls and the three friends who gave them what they deserved.
Click. Flash. One Polaroid slid out into a latex-gloved hand, and -- click, flash -- another. A third. And, quickly, one last lovely shot, because the photographer was working in a public place, and those flashes could bring attention. But everyone needed one final souvenir of this adventure. That's what friends were for. |
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