Stacy could listen to him talk for hours. Stacy had never been a royal watcher. He dragged his fingertips over the clasp of her dress at her nape and down the ridge of her spine. Franco could easily find a woman to marry. Her innocent Alice-in-Wonderland looks tended to bowl men over. I will raid the kitchen later. There had been precious few gifts in her past.
He encircled her with his arms and spread his palms over the slight curve of her abdomen. As before, the limo is at your disposal. Her hobbies include gardening and cooking especially cheesecake. Stacy tilted her head, considered the man in question and gave him a saccharine smile. Not too bad, but the author missed the opportunity to bring her secondary characters to life. He cupped her bottom, pulling her flush against the length of his hot muscle-packed body, and his tongue found hers, stroking, tasting, tangling. She lifted one of Franco and another man about the same age standing in front of a picturesque castle.
Before Stacy could walk away, Candace popped out of the shop next door waving a scrap of lace. I'd probably give it 2 stars as I didn't hate I just didn't like it. His hand seemed larger on the gearshift just inches from her knee and his shoulders immense in the enclosed space. I could have several more sons and daughters by her before I die. It was all just very meh feeling to me, I didn't hate I just wasn't engaged in the characters. No more living paycheck to paycheck. Marriage was out of the question.
Stacy could listen to him talk for hours. Stacy realized she was beginning to like not only Franco, but this mistress stuff too. The view of Larvotto through the open drapes lured her, but she ignored it and cautiously opened a door to reveal a closet as large as her apartment bedroom. I needed a book to read in a couple hours, so I decided, I would read this instead of a longer book I would not be able to put down and I would be late. That was a full point off, because I think it's stupid to pine for someones baby in every friggin book! There was no way she could go to lunch with him. Franco smoothed his hand from her brow to her nape.
By the time he released her she was breathless and dizzy, with her pulse galloping out of control. If you had called I could have delayed lunch. Furious, he paced the salon of the family chateau outside Avignon, France. I don't know why it didn't work for me but it just didn't. As it is, it is really just another mediocre bodice ripper - and once again in my opinion a really good story idea was wasted for the romance. She caught a hint of crisp, citrus cologne and the hair on the back of her neck rose.
And sex for money is still sex for money. He offered his arm in a courtly gesture. She concentrated so hard on the affair that the situation the leading lady was in wasn't made clear, the leading man's reasons weren't really very well developed, and the relationship between the leading lady and her friends and the reason for her being in Monaco in the first place were basically skipped over. Women are duplicitous and mercenary creatures. His fingers clenched in her hair and then stroked forward to lift her chin.
Shock parted her lips and widened her eyes. The sound of a car in the drive made her heart stutter. Why the stupid covers that have an ugly guy that's supposed to be gorgeous, and a blond girl who is supposed to be a brunette??? Women are duplicitous and mercenary creatures. Seconds later she snapped the lid closed and shoved the box toward him. . He retrieved the filet barole from the warming oven, divided it onto dishes and poured the cognac and mushroom sauce over it. She lathered, rinsed and then shoved open the etched-glass shower door to glare at the wet woman in the steamy mirror.
No one needed to know. She concentrated so hard on the affair that the situation the leading lady was in wasn't made clear, the leading man's reasons weren't really very well developed, and the relationship between the leading lady and her friends and the reason for her being in Monaco in the first place were basically skipped over. He had intended to satisfy his hunger for Stacy first tonight and then his less demanding appetite for dinner afterward, but perhaps he would alter his strategy. And that was definitely not good news. But the setting looked European instead of American.
Or perhaps she studied the whirlpool. Bien, the responsive woman still lurked beneath her pale and tense exterior. Her gaze collided with his across the room and her stomach took a nose-dive to her sandals. After greeting the clerk, Franco commenced a conversation in rapid-fire French…or something that sounded like French. Her acceptance would label her a gold digger and give Franco complete control of Midas.
Writing is her third and hopefully her last career. That amount is but a fraction of what each of your divorces has cost us. Desire for you kept me awake. This might actually be a 2. I thought this was a nice easy read that still managed to incorporate some more serious issues to do with growing up as a foster child.