Prljave laži
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Parámetros
- 264 páginas
- 10 horas de lectura
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The day I turned fifteen years old I knew I loved James Blakney. There was a look in his eye that told me he’d finally noticed I existed in a realm beyond best-friend’s-much-younger-off-limits-don’t-even-think-about-it-little-sister. Call it womanly intuition, despite the fact I was barely qualified for being an actual woman at just fifteen—and only in the biological sense—but still, I knew I loved him. What I never expected from him was a proposal of marriage nearly eight years later. I know it's not supposed to be a real marriage, but James is certainly making it feel very real. He's also hiding something from me. Just as I've hidden the truth from him. Lies. Too many filthy lies. ~Winter Blackstone
Compra de libros
Prljave laži, Raine Miller, Antonia Bojčić
- Idioma
- Publicado en
- 2019
- Encuadernación
- (Tapa blanda)
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- Título
- Prljave laži
- Idioma
- Croata
- Autores
- Raine Miller, Antonia Bojčić
- Editorial
- Stilus knjiga d.o.o.
- Publicado en
- 2019
- Formato
- Tapa blanda
- Páginas
- 264
- ISBN10
- 9538183622
- ISBN13
- 9789538183621
- Serie
- Categorías
- Etiquetas
- Ficción contemporánea, Suspense, Pubblicazioni erotiche, New Adult, Novelas eróticas, De la amistad al amor
- Descripción
- The day I turned fifteen years old I knew I loved James Blakney. There was a look in his eye that told me he’d finally noticed I existed in a realm beyond best-friend’s-much-younger-off-limits-don’t-even-think-about-it-little-sister. Call it womanly intuition, despite the fact I was barely qualified for being an actual woman at just fifteen—and only in the biological sense—but still, I knew I loved him. What I never expected from him was a proposal of marriage nearly eight years later. I know it's not supposed to be a real marriage, but James is certainly making it feel very real. He's also hiding something from me. Just as I've hidden the truth from him. Lies. Too many filthy lies. ~Winter Blackstone