Le Chant de la Lune

Le Chant de la Lune

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Timidement , Vincent découvre la fête d'Halloween main dans la main avec l'homme qui réussi a lui faire battre son coeur mort. En une nuit , l'amour peux faire battre deux cœurs plus fort pour leurs premier rendez-vous romantique. Qui peux seulement croire que la lune n'entend pas le chant des êtres qui s'aime d'un véritable amour ?
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When I found an eviction notice taped on my apartment door, I had two options: find a comfortable cardboard box to call home, or move in with Colby Brock. Seeing that cardboard makes me feel itchy, I chose the latter. Which shouldn't be that big of a deal since Colby is one of my good friends. And because he's still pining after his ex-girlfriend and I'm trying to finish my nursing degree, there is nothing to worry about in the romance department, making my last semester an easy one to conquer. Boy, was I wrong. Rules are set, dinners are made, conversations are had, and a shirtless, swoony roommate walks around in nothing but a pair of black briefs, ruining me for every other man. Before I know it, I turn into a panting, lust-filled woman begging for Colby to kiss me, touch me, and show me exactly what is hiding under those briefs. But with great company, comes great consequences. Colby might be my friend and roommate but he's also my best friend's ex-boyfriend, making him completely off-limits. At least that's what my brain is telling me, my heart is speaking an entirely different language.

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