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Название книги: Dead To Me
Автор(ы): Anton Strout
Жанр: Боевая фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Dead-To-Me-162337.html
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I managed to get out a quick “Tamara, wait…” before I felt the interior doorknob of my SoHo apartment jab into the small of my back. Tamara ground against me like she was trying to make her body occupy the same space as mine-and I certainly wasn’t complaining. Our mouths locked, the sweet taste of whatever umbrellaed concoction she’d been drinking mixing with the Corona flavor of mine. It was a surprisingly good combination.“Simon, shhh…” she whispered, pushing me even farther into the apartment. She fell toward me with a sudden “Ow!” It was dark, but I could still see her hopping about on one leg. She had been trying to strip off my brown suede coat and theGABBA GABBA HEY Ramones T-shirt I was wearing, but now she clutched her knee.“You okay?” I asked, finding the switch from horn-dog to concerned a difficult one to make.“Yeah,” she said, and hissed out a long, slow sigh of pain. “What did I hit?”“Just a packing crate,” I said, reaching out and steadying her. I contemplated turning on the lights to check on h
Название книги: Dead To Me
Автор(ы): Anton Strout
Жанр: Боевая фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Dead-To-Me-162337.html
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I managed to get out a quick “Tamara, wait…” before I felt the interior doorknob of my SoHo apartment jab into the small of my back. Tamara ground against me like she was trying to make her body occupy the same space as mine-and I certainly wasn’t complaining. Our mouths locked, the sweet taste of whatever umbrellaed concoction she’d been drinking mixing with the Corona flavor of mine. It was a surprisingly good combination.“Simon, shhh…” she whispered, pushing me even farther into the apartment. She fell toward me with a sudden “Ow!” It was dark, but I could still see her hopping about on one leg. She had been trying to strip off my brown suede coat and theGABBA GABBA HEY Ramones T-shirt I was wearing, but now she clutched her knee.“You okay?” I asked, finding the switch from horn-dog to concerned a difficult one to make.“Yeah,” she said, and hissed out a long, slow sigh of pain. “What did I hit?”“Just a packing crate,” I said, reaching out and steadying her. I contemplated turning on the lights to check on h
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