
NAURELLE I traded the heat of South Africa for a nanny job in rainy Amsterdam, and hoped for a reset; quiet days, a sweet family, maybe a chance to breathe. What I didn't see coming is Axel: the eldest brother, sharp-tongued, infuriatingly attractive, and as closed off as a locked canal house. ---------- AXEL My mother hired *her*, sunshine in human form, with a laugh too loud and questions far too personal, to look after my siblings while I bury myself in boardrooms and take over my father's empire. Naurelle is chaos wrapped in sarcasm, and I don't like chaos. I study her the way one studies a threat: intensely, constantly, unwilling to look away. ---------- Their connection is immediate... and unwelcome. As the walls between them slowly fall, so do their defenses. But love built on broken pieces is never easy. And neither of them are as whole as they pretend to be.Wszelkie Prawa Zastrzeżone
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