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Published by Brick ONeil and Lione Services at Smashwords.

Copyright 2010 Brick ONeil

I would like to dedicate this book to my Mother, Leota M. Henderson for all her love and support throughout her years; and to Stetson Elizondo for his unending input and dedication. Thank you very much.

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The little red purse was flung on the couch with such force that the clasp sprung open, money spilled over the cushions, and several pillows toppled onto the floor. Never before had she been humiliated like that. She wasn't prepared for the night, which annoyed her further. Not paying attention to where she was pacing, the tassels on the carpet caught on her three-inch heels and she stumbled forward, hitting her knee on the marble coffee table, catching herself with an elbow that shot another wave of pain through her body. Shelley roared like an injured lion, throwing her head back and shaking her mane.

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