Cynthia was just what Bill Masters wanted - at first. But her opulent charms proved a lot more accessible than her equally lush bank account, and after all she would be worth a hundred thousand dollars to him - dead. Besides, there was that pretty redhead, Sherry. And Donna, whom once he had loved and maybe he could love again . . .
So Bill, who loved to hunt, set up his guns and his traps. Only this time the victim was human. Cynthia to be exact. Which would have worked out fine except that Sherry caught on. All those attractions of hers - the proud profile, the saucy hips, the slim, silky legs - they were prime bait. It was Bill who was snared now!
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