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Chargement... A Pirate's Lovepar Johanna Lindsey
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Inscrivez-vous à LibraryThing pour découvrir si vous aimerez ce livre Actuellement, il n'y a pas de discussions au sujet de ce livre. Bettina Verlaine leaves France to travel across the sea to her betrothed, whom she has never met. On the voyage, her ship is overtaken by pirates. They steal her for their captain's pleasure. Tristan is a man full of hate. His parents were murdered in front of him when he was young, and his only thought is to find the man who did it. Until Bettina that is!! She invades his senses. This book of full of rape scenes. Tristan will not allow Bettina to deny him her body. He begins to awaken her desires. Reading this one is a guilty pleasure. aucune critique | ajouter une critique
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A Pirate's Love Sailing westward toward the Caribbean sun, young Bettina Verlaine obediently sets out to fulfill the promise made by her father--but not by her heart -- a prearranged marriage destined not to be...once the notorious Captain Tristan's pirate ship appears on the horizon. Abducted by the bold and handsome brigand, the pale-haired beauty surrenders her innocence in the warm caress of the tropical winds -- detesting her virile captor for enslaving her. . .yet loving him for the passionate spell he casts over fragile, yearning heart. Aucune description trouvée dans une bibliothèque |
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En medio de un momento de audacia y arrojo, Bettina fue capturada por el pirata Tristán. No tardaría mucho en recibir su corazón el hálito de la pasión del pirata. Y esa pasión estaría allí, inmóvil, persistente, para siempre.
No obstante lo anterior, serían necesarios muchos días -y muchas y tempestuosas noches- antes de que el amor pudiera florecer. Ese amor que cada mujer sabe otorgar sólo una vez en su vida.