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IF LOOKS COULD KILL

by

Rob Shelsky



SMASHWORDS EDITION



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PUBLISHED BY:

Rob Shelsky on Smashwords

Smashwords ISBN: 978-1-4523-8574-7


If Looks Could Kill

Copyright © 2010 by Rob Shelsky



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There is one person I’d especially like to thank, because I owe him so much.


George Kempland, I wish to acknowledge you for your loyalty, dedication, mountains of help, and always just being there for me. Again, thank you, so very much.



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IF LOOKS COULD KILL



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CRACK! Not close lightning nor distant thunder; Paul ducked behind the maple tree. He flattened against the textured roughness of its bark, burrowed into its shadowed obscurity as the reverberations died away. His chest heaved. His pulse sprinted. Paul was on an adrenaline high. He had often reveled in this heightened sensation when hunting, but this was his first time feeling it from the quarry's terrified perspective. It was far less enjoyable.


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