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When Elizabeth Parker, San Juan's newest Assistant DA, vacationed in Puerto Rico, she never dreamed she would move to San Juan let alone own a cliff side mansion overlooking the Atlantic. She was living the dream, or so she thought. Her dream quickly turned into a nightmare when one day, in the midst of renovations, she finds a box hidden deep within the walls. The box contained an antique brooch that once touched awakened a ghostly connection to not only the house and its previous owner the infamous pirate captain Captain Blackheart Mardigan, but to a past she had no knowledge of and to the captain's son, Alexander, finally fulfilling The Promise He Made.
This is a novel of the art world: equal parts love, ambition, and betrayal. Weland Tilyard used to say he had given the gift of sex to the heartland: paintings whose erotic charge was subdued to such beauty and warmth that it became a kind of innocence. It made him famous. But when he cranked into motion the whole elaborate machinery of public attention, Bea Holliman had been carried along as well, transformed into a figure of such beauty and erotic power that it took years for people to realize she was none of those things. Now Weland wants to bring it all back-the fame, the passion-with a brand new twist. But here's the thing about fame. It's never what you think. And passion always cuts both ways.
May 14, 1994. Sacramento, California. The Bali High School Prom was a bloodbath. Now, the only survivors have until dawn to make it up thirty-two floors, past hundreds of zombies, to get to the roof and use the one cell phone among them to call for help. Full of '90s references and teen angst, Prombies is a romantic comedy horror action adventure that will break your heart and rip your guts out.
This is a novel of the art world: equal parts love, ambition, and betrayal. Weland Tilyard used to say he had given the gift of sex to the heartland: paintings whose erotic charge was subdued to such beauty and warmth that it became a kind of innocence. It made him famous. But when he cranked into motion the whole elaborate machinery of public attention, Bea Holliman had been carried along as well, transformed into a figure of such beauty and erotic power that it took years for people to realize she was none of those things. Now Weland wants to bring it all back-the fame, the passion-with a brand new twist. But here's the thing about fame. It's never what you think. And passion always cuts both ways.
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