Icebound. Corinna Rogers
Читать онлайн.| Название | Icebound |
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| Автор произведения | Corinna Rogers |
| Жанр | Эротика, Секс |
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| Издательство | Эротика, Секс |
| Год выпуска | 0 |
| isbn | 9780007568772 |
Icebound
Mortals & Myths Book One
CORINNA ROGERS
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First published in Great Britain by HarperImpulse 2014
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Contents
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Ice creeps up the window, spider-webbing out to cover the glass pane completely. Shane watches it, amused, because it’s better than watching the ceiling, waiting for the knock on his door. The TV is on, some shitty program about parenthood and people who shouldn’t be allowed within five hundred yards of it, and for a second it’s a struggle to remember why he shouldn’t just throw it out the window.
The knock is tentative at first, soft, and that pisses him off. “Get in here.”
The man who enters is tall, just over six feet, and broadly muscled, enough that he’d be able to toss the TV out the window with one hand and little effort. He’s got an open, honest face, smooth and darker-skinned than Shane, whether from his mother’s Portuguese heritage or his own tendency to forget about sunscreen whenever he leaves the house. His hair falls in dark-brown waves to the top of his back, accenting the strength in his chin, his