Amour insolent
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Talia, 20 ans, est à l'université.
Élève brillante, elle part faire ses études et est obligée de quitter son village pour Paris. Elle décide de faire de la colocation. Le premier jour de cours, une nouvelle, au regard glacial et au visage angélique, va faire remarquer son arrivée.. Morgane, alias la beauté-à-l'ego-surdimensionné, est lesbienne. Talia n'a pas le temps pour les garçons, "le travail avant tout". Quelle ne sera pas la surprise de Talia quand elle découvrira que sa nouvelle coloc n'est autre que la-femme-sans-coeur-qui-remballe-les-profs... Et surtout quel ne sera pas le problème que Talia va rencontrer quand elle va se rendre compte que la bombe qui se trouve être sa nouvelle coloc, ne la laisse pas indifférente..
" Moi lesbienne ? Jamais "
Entre passion, trahison, moquerie, secret, quand les sentiments commenceront à se mélanger, Morgane et Talia devront gérer un amour aussi passionnel que destructeur.
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