A la recherche d'un nous

A la recherche d'un nous

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À peine séparé après treize ans de vie commune que la voilà sur le circuit des célibataires. Pour elle, c'est un truc de barge, elle n'a pas d'autres mots. Tous pleins d'homme se jetterait à ses pieds, seulement elle s'en fou enfin non, elle veut trouver quelqu'un qui sera là pour elle mais qui sera s'amuser, quelqu'un qui aura le même grain de folie. Allez trouver ça dans la marée d'homme célibataire et obséder au possible. Entre rencontre par le biais d'amis ou site de rencontre tout y passe. Camille trouvera-t-elle un jour chaussure a son pied ? Lecteur de romance bancal, voir déjanter, je vous invite à venir découvrir ses récits, ses peines, ses craintes...
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While lifeguarding in Malibu one summer, I met a stunningly beautiful woman named Shiloh that was vacationing with her friends. After hitting it off, we practically hung out every day. We hiked Solstice Canyon with her friends. I brought her to Hollywood Boulevard to see the stars and took her to the Pacific Park at the Santa Monica Pier. I also took her paragliding over the mountains and the Pacific Ocean. Neither of us was looking for a relationship, but the more time we spent together, the more I wanted her all to myself--forever. As summer ended, and knowing Shiloh was getting ready to head back home to Vegas, I gave her a birthday she'd never forget. Literally. We spent that entire weekend together, but when I awoke--she was gone. For two years, I searched for her. I explored the beaches and dragged my friends to Vegas to help me search, hoping to find her and tell her how I felt--but no such luck. Then, one hot summer day, I was at the beach tower working when I saw her. But she wasn't by herself. She was with a heavily tattooed man and a little girl. Shiloh was just as beautiful as I remembered, but the little girl playing in the sand had me questioning who she was since she looked about a year old. I did the math, and now my question is this... Is that little girl with the dark curly hair mine? Credit for cover: https://selfpubbookcovers.com/VonnaArt

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