Suzanne Marsh

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“Looking for Raphael” by Suzanne Marsh

         Looking for RaphaelSuzanne Marsh1939Dawn was just breaking, the sunrise a brilliant pink, Prince Augustyor began preparations to move several famous paintings from the family’s museum. His plan was to hide several museum pieces before the Nazi Gestapo confiscated them.“We must hurry there is much sake. Be sure to pack the Portrait of a Young Man, a veryvaluable painting by Raphael. We can wall the important paintings at Sieniawa Palace.The lesser works can be hidden in the cellars. I must...

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“The Amber Room” by Suzanne Marsh

           The Amber RoomSuzanne MarshMy heart was pounding in my chest as I ran; I had stolen a highly sensitive map the Soviets had been hiding. I had to get out of the Soviet Union as soon as possible or I would be found tortured and finally executed. I had to keep moving; my American handler wanted all maps and information about a shipwreck found off the coast of Poland, the Nazi steamer Karlsruhe. It was a good possibility that the missing Amber panels as well as other parts of the ...

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“The Trap” by Suzanne Marsh

       The TrapSuzanne MarshMary Rankin stood silently watching the crowd clambering to lynch Sam Pike. The crowd was getting louder; leading citizens wanted to lynch Sam, and others wanted to see him put on trial and hanged. Mary knew he was innocent, he had been with her when the bank was robbed and the head of the bank murdered in cold blood. Mary knew now if she wanted to save Sam’s life she would have to tell her father the truth about her and Sam. She stepped into the street crossing it carefully, som...

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“The Spy who Loved Me” by Suzanne Marsh

         The Spy Who Loved MeSuzanne MarshMelinda Allen walked briskly toward the News Corner Bookstore, it had a small eatery where she stopped to eat upon occasion. Melinda strode into the bookstore, and she noticed a tall red-haired man. There was something about him that drew her attention. She ordered a beef sandwich, and a Coke, never taking her eyes off the man. The man noted the exotic-looking woman at a small table, they gazed into each other's eyes from a distance. Melinda wanted despera...

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“Goodbye my Sweet Lady” by Suzanne Marsh

      Goodbye my Sweet LadySuzanne MarshAugust 13, 2011She was a frightened puppy running around a busy truck stop seeking help; a small dog with a brown coat. That cold miserable rainy night Lucky Lady entered our lives. We had stopped to eat; being seated in a big rig for hours on end requires time to get out of the truck and walk around, truckers must take an hour break before eight hours are driven.We walked toward the C store, had dinner, and then left since Earl had four hours to drive. The rain continued ...

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“Who was Laura Bass” by Suzanne Marsh

        Who was Laura Bass?Suzanne Marsh1867 The two young lovers fell into each other's arms; the moon full and bright. She was the most beautiful woman Sam Bass had ever seen, with long blond hair, crystal clear blue eyes, and skin of alabaster. Here he was under the large oak tree naked in his arms. Sam knew it was dangerous to be here with her. Her daddy owned most of Round Rock, Texas, and the surrounding area. Trace Matthews wanted what was best for his little girl. He sent her to Miss Howard’s F...

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“Farewell My Lovely” by Suzanne Marsh

   Farewell My LovelySuzanne MarshThe petite dark-haired man stood watching intently out the window down at the street. He was caught like a rat in a trap; he tried in vain to find a way out of the window of the bistro. He heard the ahooga horn fast approaching, which meant the Gestapo was looking for the radio signal. He had turned the transmitter off. There were two other people in the apartment, where he was hiding. He was a spy, an Englishman whom the Gestapo wanted. He had to get out of there, he was risking not only his ...

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“My Hand, My Heart” by Suzanne Marsh

       My Hand, My HeartSuzanne MarshScotland was the last place I thought I would ever find myself much less in the company of a Scottish laird. Angus Anderson was not my idea of what a man should be. He was a wee man with red hair, green eyes, and a nasty temper. Just how did I find myself in this predicament? My father, the laird of Loch Ronach decided it was time I was betrothed, after all at fifteen I was almost an old maid! Och! Those were days. Days when Scotland was fighting to rid themselves of the...

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“Tornado” by Suzanne Marsh

               TornadoSuzanne MarshThe wind began to pick up, and the sky became an odd color of green. Travis and Trent Matthews knew exactly what that green color sky meant, they had to seek shelter quickly, a tornado was lurking close. Travis watched as the rain came down hard, then came baseball-sized hail. The wind rocked the F150 Ford all over the road. This tornado was massive, they could see the funnel cloud for over three miles. They decided to try to outrun ...

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“What Happened to Pennington?” by Suzanne Marsh

   What Happened to Pennington?Suzanne MarshDetective Henry Hoover strode into the massive offices of George Pennington, Founder and CEO of Pennington Fresh Foods. George Pennington had summoned the detective for an early morning conference. Hoover knocked on the door, but there was no answer, something was very wrong. Hoover entered the inner office, noting the elderly white-haired gentleman, gazing out the window. Hoover, knew George Pennington was hard of hearing so he announced himself, first he cleared his throat:“Mr. Pen...

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“Once, Twice” by Suzanne Marsh

     Once, TwiceSuzanne MarshI hit the speed dial, my anger spilling over like a cup of hot tea in my lap. I was going to tell her off once a for all; how could someone be so thoughtless? I have always been the leader and she the follower, through many adventures. She had written two books, while writing them I asked her if she would like me to read it over, she said no she had it under control. I should have been suspicious then there was something she knew would anger me, but the question is what had I done to make...

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