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A talented painter in her early thirties, Paris Sweeney has achieved enviable success: her work sells at an exclusive New York City gallery, and her popularity is at an all time high. Life is good, and Sweeney, as she prefers to be called, is content.

But lately, Sweeney's dreams - lush, vivid and drenched in vibrant hues - seem to echo a growing restlessness that has taken hold of her. Suddenly, impulsively, Sweeney falls into a night of intense passion with millionaire Richard Worth. Now, the true dangers of her all-consuming urges are about to be revealed where Sweeney least expects it: in her paintings.

After a creative frenzy she can barely recall, Sweeney discovers she has rendered a disturbing image - a graphic murder scene. Against her better instincts, she returns to the canvas time and again, filling out each chilling detail piece by piece. But when a shattering, real-life murder mirrors her creation, Sweeney falls under suspicion. With every stroke of her brush, she risks incriminating herself with her inexplicable knowledge of a deadly crime. And every desire - including her hunger for Richard - is loaded with uncertainty as Sweeney races to unmask a killer.

I didn't think I liked this sort of romantic suspense, and I was right. It was all too silly for me.

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