He's male. I've noticed that sometimes the brains simply get left out of the package.
Eloisa JamesGabriel looked up at her from under thick eyelashes. “Will you please grope me under the table, Kate mine?”
“I’m not your Kate,” she said, feeling her lips curve. Her treacherous heart was no match for a flirtatious prince on a summer’s day.
“That’s the odd thing,” he said, lying on his back again and shading his eyes with an arm. “You are, you are, you are.
If you don't mind a word of advice, one never asks a lady to set her own price. If you have to ask, the answer will always be more than you can afford.
Eloisa JamesThere was something aggressively masculine about Toloose . . . perhaps it was the look in his eye. Or the way he was holding his billiard cue. It was amazing the way a man in an embroidered coat could take on the air of a dockworker.
Eloisa JamesMots clés masculinity billiards
Gabriel looked up at her from under thick eyelashes. “Will you please grope me under the table, Kate mine?
Eloisa JamesGive me one last time,” he begged. “Please, please. I beg you.” “I—” She stopped and started again. “I’m afraid, Gabriel. You’ll break my heart.” “Mine is already broken.
Eloisa JamesI did it,” Gabriel said, conversationally. “I met the woman, the only woman for me. I met her, and now . . . I’m going to meet my wife.
Eloisa JamesI would like, just once, for a woman to see me as other than a person with a coronet. Simply as a man, no different than other men.
Eloisa JamesI would prefer not to throw myself on a funeral pyre. Please come back to me.
Eloisa JamesLife does not always gives us the choices that we want
Eloisa JamesMots clés inspirational
« ; premier précédent
Page 4 de 19.
suivant dernier » ;
Data privacy
Imprint
Contact
Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.