Shelves: virgin , unrepentant , bad-parents , funny , humor , adorkable , bamboozled-hero , ay-caramba , angsty , alpha-romero-h Okay, I am going to attribute my recent impatience, intolerance and disdain for the usual ass-hattery of Romanceland heroes example: review of Evan , something of which has entertained me in the past, to the insane levels of menthol zooming through my system. Approximately cough drops consumed daily raises levels of cynicism and lowers the inherent need to suspend ALL disbelief that is necessary in order to enjoy a Harlequin. That and my self-imposed exile to the guest bedroom to cough has Okay, I am going to attribute my recent impatience, intolerance and disdain for the usual ass-hattery of Romanceland heroes example: review of Evan , something of which has entertained me in the past, to the insane levels of menthol zooming through my system. I love Lynne Graham. One might even call some of these girls stupid as eyes roll, girl parts explode, spines may dissolve and all rational thought flees but usually only in regard to the hero or the occasional evil, self-centered mother, sister, or lookalike cousin.
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A ripple of curiosity ran through the remaining guests in the drawing room of the Brighton town house. The tall, powerfully built male, every angle of his bronzed features stamped with strength and authority, looked remarkably like…but surely not? After all, what could be the connection? But keen eyes picked out the long, opulent limousine double-parked across the street and then judged the two large men waiting on the pavement as the bodyguards that they were.
Heads turned, moved closer together and the whispers started. Then he knew that even her love for his late father had in the end been surpassed by her devotion to her son. Always slim, right now she looked emaciated and every day of her fifty-odd years. For all too short a spell, Connor had been the kid brother he had never had, tagging after Sebasten on the beach, a little blond boy, cheerfully and totally fearless. As an adult, he had become a brilliant polo player, adored by women, in fact very popular with both sexes.
Not the brightest spark on the block but a very likeable guy. Yet it had been well over a year since Sebasten had last seen the younger man.
She needed to talk and he knew that listening was the kindest thing he could do for her. The silence lay before Ingrid continued in a tremulous tone. Her stricken blue eyes hardened. Gets her kicks out of encouraging men to make an ass of themselves over her!
She cut him dead at a party two weeks ago…made an exhibition of herself with another man, laughed in his face…his friends told me everything! Connor would have been soft as butter in the hands of a manipulative little bitch like that. Ingrid sank down in a distraught heap and sobbed out a storm of self-justification while Sebasten stared at her as though he had never seen her before. She had never told his father, Andros, because she had known how ruthless Andros would be at protecting the good name of the Contaxis family from scandal.
So I left him, came back eighteen months later, confessed to a rebound relationship, grovelled…eventually he took me back! But he knew why, knew all too well why she had kept quiet. Fear of the consequences would have kept her quiet throughout all the years she had loved his father without adequate return. Stay Connected.
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