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“I can’t believe you brought more flowers.” I gestured to the half dozen arrangements that stood like fragrant bridesmaids awaiting the opening notes of a processional.

“These are different. I’ve never given anyone roses. And you must remember,” he added, taking my hands, “I’ve never loved anyone like I love you.”

Justin’s words were exactly what Sarah Jones wanted to hear—what she needed to hear—to boost her chronically low self-esteem. As she married the man who brought her to such euphoric highs, Sarah wondered if she was addicted to Justin’s love. What then would become of Sarah when the perfect love story was cut to the core by a web of betrayal so profound that it threatened her very existence? QUICKSAND is much more than the story of a woman who married a bank robber. It is the story of every woman who has loved and lost and lived to tell about it.

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Through a fogged mask, Beth saw the sharks fly in from all directions, dozens of them, all sizes, attacking the bait as it descended. Knocking into one another. Chasing after bits of fish. Swishing their bodies through the clear water. She looked at Mark. Even with a regulator clinched in his mouth, she could see his broad grin, his teeth as alarming as the swarming fish. She wrapped her arms about her torso and thought, if this is the honeymoon, what comes next?

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