Ao meu ídolo, com amor

Ao meu ídolo, com amor

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Bernardo Monteiro é um jovem ator queridinho de todas as meninas do país. Sua vida parecia perfeita, até que, misteriosamente, suas namoradas começam a ser assassinadas. A experiente investigadora de polícia Ana Maria Paviani, que já solucionou casos praticamente impossíveis, tem o desafio de desvendar esse mistério, que parece não ter solução! Esses assassinatos só não lhe tiravam mais o sono do que a necessidade de contato entre ela e Bernardo. Dizer que eles não se gostavam era pouco para duas pessoas que não tinham a menor vontade de passar mais de dois segundos no mesmo ambiente. Mas eles não terão muita escolha depois do plano que ela e sua equipe desenvolveram. Essa história envolvente vai abalar as estruturas da vida de Bernardo e Ana Maria, principalmente quando alguém começa a se apaixonar...
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