Un roman pour Noël
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Emilia a vingt-cinq ans et est confrontée à de nombreux questionnements quant à son avenir, après s'être rendue compte que la formation professionnelle qu'elle avait commencé ne lui convenait pas. Perdue dans sa propre vie, elle décide de profiter des vacances de Noël afin de s'isoler en montagne et de tenter de réaliser son vrai rêve : devenir écrivaine. C'est comme cela qu'elle rencontre Damien, patron d'un bar et d'une maison d'hôte dans la station de ski qu'elle a choisi pour ses vacances. Damien est mystérieux et refuse de parler de son passé, ce qui inspire particulièrement Emilia pour son roman et la pousse a vouloir connaître davantage le jeune homme au charme charismatique.
La magie de Noël va-t-elle se manifester lors de ce séjour en montagne et aider Emilia et Damien a réaliser leurs rêves et à leur donner confiance en l'avenir ?
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Between Ties
"Don't go inside! Stay!" She said, holding her hand up to show me her palm and then I leaned over the balcony, resting my forearms on the railing to hold me up. I rolled my eyes as I exhaled deeply. Apparently I was a dog now. But fuck, It's her! What are the fucking chances. It feels like I'm in one of those Wattpad novels that Beth always reads. She quickly rushed inside and opened her blinds so that I could see right into her apartment. I watched her rush over to her stereo to lower the volume and then she came rushing back out, out of breath. "Did you get my note?" She asked and then I nodded, trying to force back a smile remembering her cute handwriting, in fact her little note was in the pocket of my sweatpants at this very moment, And so was her 100 dollar bill that she had given me, "I did!" I said as I watched her try to brush her hair out of her face "look, the money that you gave me. I don't want it. I appreciate it but it's too much! I need to give it back!" I said and then she shook her head trying to reject what I was saying. "No, it's yours I gave it to you!" She seemed upset and a little sad that I wanted to give her money back. "Hey, come on. This is a sign from whatever forces are at work here, what are the chances that you would be living right across from me!? This is fucking crazy, I can't accept the money and the universe is giving me a chance to return it." I said shrugging as she waved me off and then smiled sweetly as she breathed in for a moment just looking at me with softness. THIS BOOK IS A BLEND OF TEENAGE DRAMA REALISM AND FANTASY - ROMANCE. WARNING *THIS BOOK TOUCHES ON THE TOPIC OF RAPE, THERE ARE NO RAPE SCENES BUT IT IS BRIEFLY DISCUSSED *SEXUAL CONTENT *LANGUAGE *YOUR FEELINGS ARE AT RISK *MAVERICK (yes Maverick should have a warning label written all over him) *UNEDITED Oh and also Maverick's a witch.Concluída
Pernicious
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Taming the Duke
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Day we met
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Only For You
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Possessive Rich Boys (COMPLETED)
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One moment, I'm tracing my bleeding hand over vivid, newly unearthed frescoes of three striking men in a Late Republican villa, their features eerily reminiscent of the fresco I've studied since I was ten: Roman Senator Marcus Valerius, whose family vanished from history in 50 BC. The next, I'm sprawled across a marble floor in ancient Rome, pinned beneath the hard, commanding body of Marcus himself-flesh and blood, pulsing with raw power. And good grief, nothing captured the fire in his piercing stare or the way his touch ignites my traitorous body. But the history books lied. Marcus isn't the last Valerius. He has three brothers, each more dangerously captivating than the last-men I now know match those cryptic frescoes. Lucius, the battle-scarred warrior, whose heated grappling in the training yard leaves me breathless. Flavius, the silver-tongued diplomat, whose calculated caresses in shadowed corridors unravel my resolve. And Rufus, the freedman with knowing eyes, whose gentle touch conceals a hunger that sets my heart racing. Trapped in ancient Rome with no way home, I'm ensnared in a web of desire and deceit. The Valerii brothers want me-each in their own intoxicating way-and resistance feels like a losing battle. Worse, there is a fifth fresco, and it hides a chilling secret that threatens to upend everything I know. Am I a stranger in Rome, or the key to the Valerii family's mysterious erasure from history? With enemies closing in and time itself against me, I must choose: fight for a way back to my world or surrender to a fate that could rewrite the past.
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