title: Run at Destruction: A True Fatal Love Triangle
author:  Lynda Drews 
description: Runner and longtime Green Bay, Wis. resident Drews revisits the mid-1980s death of her close friend and fellow runner, popular high school teacher Pam Bulik. She chronicles the small community's response to Pam's death, suspicions of suicide that rang false, and the subsequent naming of Pam's husband, Bob Bulik, as the primary suspect. Events, including Bob's alleged affair, drag readers through the gruesome and tawdry details, some difficult to read (especially in descriptions of the victim). Like Melanie Thernstrom's The Dead Girl, about the life and tragic death of her best friend, this title also relies on the strong bond between author and victim for emotional weight; passages about their shared moments, and Drews's feelings of emptiness in the decades since, are remarkable. <BR>Copyright &copy; Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
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  Selling his soul  
  for a sizzling night of passion...
  
  
  “Wanting something  
  doesn’t make it good for you.”
  
  
  Wealthy horse breeder Ajax Rawson can have any woman he wants. So why can’t he
  keep his hands off the one woman he _can’t_ have? Beautiful, independent and
  passionate, Veda Darnel is the daughter of his family’s biggest competitor.
  Years of bad business blood makes their affair dangerous...and forbidden. But
  will accusations of foul play end their star-crossed romance before it even
  begins?
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  This was the biggest, best and flat-out worst mistake of her life.
  
  
  She had practically sold her soul to spend one sizzling night with a man who
  had reinvented the word satisfaction.
  
  
  Lying together now, front to naked front, Veda studied the cocky cowboy in
  question. Whenever his lips twitched with a nocturnal grin, her insides
  squeezed, begging for just one more kiss.
  
  
  Just one more time.
  
  
  Damn it, she knew better.
  
  
  Still asleep, Ajax Rawson drew in a sharp breath at 