3.9
2 of 3
Fantasía-og-scifi
The Cat's Meow. Lord Byron thought he was a scream; the fashionable matrons tittered behind their fans at a glimpse of his hard form, and nobody knew where he came from. His startling eyes-one gold, one blue-promised a wicked passion, and his voice almost seemed to purr. There was only one thing a woman thought of when looking at a man like that. Sex. And there was only one woman he seemed to want. Lilac. In her wildest dreams she never guessed that bringing a stray cat into her home would soon have her stroking the most wanted man in 1811 London...Rejar.
© 2011 Books In Motion (Hljóðbók): 9781605488936
Útgáfudagur
Hljóðbók: 15 april 2011
3.9
2 of 3
Fantasía-og-scifi
The Cat's Meow. Lord Byron thought he was a scream; the fashionable matrons tittered behind their fans at a glimpse of his hard form, and nobody knew where he came from. His startling eyes-one gold, one blue-promised a wicked passion, and his voice almost seemed to purr. There was only one thing a woman thought of when looking at a man like that. Sex. And there was only one woman he seemed to want. Lilac. In her wildest dreams she never guessed that bringing a stray cat into her home would soon have her stroking the most wanted man in 1811 London...Rejar.
© 2011 Books In Motion (Hljóðbók): 9781605488936
Útgáfudagur
Hljóðbók: 15 april 2011
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