
Т. Л. Свон - циклы произведений
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Джеймисон Майлз Т. Л. Свон
Форма: роман Оригинальное название: The Stopover Перевод: Наталья Гордеева, Екатерина Каштанова -
The Casanova Т. Л. Свон
Форма: роман Оригинальное название: The Casanova Дата написания: 2021 Первая публикация: 2021 In T L Swan’s steamy third installment of the Miles High Club, Kate’s hot new pen pal is a welcome distraction from her horrible boss. But nobody is as distracting as Elliot Miles…and he knows it. My favorite hobby is infuriating Elliot Miles. Just the sight of my boss’s handsome face triggers my sarcasm. God knows how he earns his Casanova reputation—if a million women want him with his personality, what the heck am I doing wrong? Disgusted with my love life, I join a dating app under a fake name. I start chatting to a man named Edgar. He’s not my type and lives on the other side of the world, but we hit off a friendship, laugh and…
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The Do-Over Т. Л. Свон
Форма: роман Оригинальное название: The Do-Over Дата написания: 2022 Первая публикация: 2022 In this sexy installment of the Miles High Club series from bestselling author T L Swan, a billionaire playboy goes incognito on a backpacking trip in Europe. But how long can he hide from love? I'm wealthy, powerful, and able to get any woman I want. So why do I feel so empty inside? In search of a deeper me, I take a sabbatical from my privileged life. One year of backpacking around Europe: a new identity, no contacts, and no money. Not a bad plan, I think. Until I get there. A crowded hostel room, body odor, and beer bongs—there are no words for the fresh hell I’ve landed in. But amid the chaos, I meet my new roommate,…
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Mr. Garcia Т. Л. Свон
He was gorgeous, older and guarded. I knew he was trouble from the moment we locked eyes. We met at work, on my first day as a barista. He smiled, I melted …. then he tasted my coffee and threw it away. Again, the next day, and the next. He hated the coffee, yet still came back. I knew his game. He called my coffee death in a cup. I called him god’s gift to women. I wasn’t lying. Then we ran into each other outside of the coffee house, and that’s when things got interesting. No longer suave and sweet with impeccable manners. Mr Garcia had a darker side, his appetite, thick and heavy. He set me on fire. Unable to…