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conversations.value: a description for a book titled Deadly Memories about Murder, Hannah, Swensen with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction
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conversations.value: JOANNE FLUKE is the New York Times bestselling author of the Hannah Swensen mysteries, which include Double Fudge Brownie Murder, Blackberry Pie Murder , Cinnamon Roll Murder , and the book that started it all, Chocolate Chip Cookie Murder. That first installment in the series premiered as Murder, She Baked: A Chocolate Chip Cookie Mystery on the Hallmark Movies &amp; Mysteries Channel. Like Hannah Swensen, the author was born and raised in a small town in rural Minnesota, but now lives in Southern California. Please visit her online at www.Joannethe author.com.
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conversations.value: Deadly Memories
  Nick nodded, and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "Peter's right. You have to leave. We'll make the arrangements tomorrow."
  She started to cry then, hot stinging tears running down her cold cheeks. She didn't want to leave him. Not now. Not ever. His baby?! She hadn't known that Nick had a baby. If she'd gone back home with Nick's baby, what had happened to the child?
  As she asked herself these questions, a terrible suspicion began to grow in Maura's mind. Was Janelle really her child? Or were Janelle's parents really Nick and Emmy?
  It had to be a dream. Maura frowned as she thought it through carefully. Janelle was her child. Steve and Donna had been with her the night she'd gone into labor, and they'd taken her to the hospital and waited until Janelle was born. Nick and Emmy's baby was another child. Somehow, she was reliving Emmy's life, mistaking Emmy's memories for her own.
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  Nick nodded, and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "Peter's right. You have to leave. We'll make the arrangements tomorrow. "
  She started to cry then, hot stinging tears running down her cold cheeks. She didn't want to leave him. Not now. Not ever. 
  Maura's eyes opened with a snap. His baby?! She hadn't known that Nick had a baby. If she'd gone back home with Nick's baby, what had happened to the child?
  As she asked herself these questions, a terrible suspicion began to grow in Maura's mind. Was Janelle really her child? Or were Janelle's parents really Nick and Emmy?
  It had to be a dream. Maura frowned as she thought it through carefully. Janelle was her child. Steve and Donna had been with her the night she'd gone into labor, and they'd taken her to the hospital and waited until Janelle was born. Nick and Emmy's baby was another child. Somehow, she was reliving Emmy's life, mistaking Emmy's memories for her own.
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conversations.value: He got up to pace the floor, back and forth in front of the expensive view. If Maura discovered how he'd tapped into her profits from the boutique and channeled them into his own accounts, his gravy train would go off the tracks. And if she found out about his affair with Liz, he'd be in even deeper trouble. She'd fire Liz. That was certain. And then she'd divorce him. He shouldn't have signed that prenuptial agreement. All Liz's plans would go up in smoke, and they would be left with nothing.
  What could he do? Keith's hands started to tremble and sweat popped out on his forehead. He had bills to pay, and the type of people he owed wouldn't accept any excuses.
  A bank sign with the time and temperature flashed on and off several blocks away. Ten-thirteen. Seventy-two degrees. Security Investments.
  He watched the sign for a moment or two, and then he began to smile. He needed a security investment, and the answer was right at his fingertips. They'd approached him several weeks ago, but he'd told them he wasn't interested.
  The number was in his wallet, and his fingers trembled as he fished it out. They'd promised him a hundred thousand dollars for one lousy phone call. All he had to do was tell them when her memory returned, and they'd make a deposit in the Swiss account they'd set up for him.
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conversations.value: Sally, who was waiting on them personally, must have had a version of dessert radar because she approached just as soon as Hannah placed her flatware on the plate.
  Hannah and Ross picked up their dessert spoons and took bites almost simultaneously. Then both of them smiled.
  When Sally had left their table, Ross turned to Hannah. "I've never tasted your chocolate caramels. Are you making them for Christmas this year?"
  Ross glanced at his watch. "That's okay. It's only six-thirty. What time does Sally close the dining room?"
  Hannah waited until one of the waitresses had brought a fresh carafe of coffee, and then she began her story.
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conversations.value: What time does Sally close the dining room?"
  Hannah waited until one of the waitresses had brought a fresh carafe of coffee, and then she began her story.. It's only six-thirty. "That's okay. Are you making them for Christmas this year?"
  Ross glanced at his watch. "I've never tasted your chocolate caramels.
  When Sally had left their table, Ross turned to Hannah. Then both of them smiled.
  Hannah and Ross picked up their dessert spoons and took bites almost simultaneously.Sally, who was waiting on them personally, must have had a version of dessert radar because she approached just as soon as Hannah placed her flatware on the plate