Ele virou-se para a olhar de frente e os seus olhos encontraram-se de um modo que tinha tudo que ver com amor, do tipo suficientemente forte para arrancar alguém da sepultura, do tipo de nunca esmorecer e nunca falhar
Eloisa JamesMots clés amor
The pigs are confiscated until these two idiots work out heir marital problems". Gowan, Once Upon a Tower by Eloisa James
Eloisa JamesMots clés once-upon-a-tower
Diana? Isn't she the goddess who hated men?'
He considered. 'I think of her as the goddess who tempted men by bathing outdoors, and turned them into animal life if they succumbed to the lure of bare flesh.
Mots clés goddesses
Cam was filled with the rage of a man unable to rescue his lady, even though she was only debatably in danger.
Eloisa JamesMots clés damsel-in-distress
I get most of my inspiration from two places: my own life, and reading. I read widely—in my genre (romance), and in all sorts of different genres, from urban fantasy to literature. Then there’s your own life. Romance is a fantasy genre, but if the rock core of your characters doesn’t come from your own life, from emotions you know intimately, the book won’t fly. I don’t mean you have to be married to Casanova—I mean that a heroine will feel genuine to readers if she shares some of your fears or triumphs. Craft the emotional part of the plot from truths you learned from your own life, from watching your friends’ lives, or from reading books.
Eloisa JamesA small red face ringed in soft black curls looked up at him for one moment, registered that he wasn't the milk-providing parent, and erupted back into a howl. There was no telling Lucia that she was a pebble on the shores of eternity. She was a living, breathing, adorable source of chaos, and he loved her so much that it felt as if his heart were beating outside his body.
Eloisa JamesMots clés babies
And her palace,' Simeon said dreamily. 'You can hardly imagine, Isidore. It's made entirely of pink marble, and it looks over the banks of a huge rain plain. Sometimes the plain fills with white flowers, thousands and thousands of them. If there's rain, the plain forms a great blue mirror to the sky.
Eloisa JamesMots clés abyssinia
He was fiercely beautiful in the way some young males are, as if their whole being were being lived through their eyes, and their large noses, and their ungainly limbs.
Eloisa JamesMots clés adolescence
She wandered out for a walk. It was the kind of day that pretends spring has come, even though it hasn't. The air smelled sweet, and the sun was shining. A blackthorn tree in the garden had already bloomed and was scattering seeds everywhere, like a child feeding birds in a dizzying circle.
Eloisa JamesMots clés nature-s-beauty
Sophie swallowed, tears rising to her eyes again. It was an odd legacy to hand from mother to daughter: the ability to stand proud among the ruins of one's marriage.
Eloisa JamesMots clés struggling-relationships
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