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Название книги: The Bite of Silence
Автор(ы): Mary Hughes
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Bite-of-Silence-193759.html
Copyright © 2009 by Mary Hughes
To Deborah Nemeth, who sculpts both words and authors like Michelangelo (though some of us are more of a Warhol).To Natalie Winters, whose artistry makes the covers come alive.To Gregg, my inspiration, partner, and source of cinnamon rolls.To You, Reader, whose imagination breathes life into these simple words on a page, the greatest art of all.
Chapter One
It’s a little-known fact that when vampires fly, they hog the window seats.I saw Nikos the instant I boarded the plane. Well, who could miss those immense shoulders and hewn cheekbones, that aggressive jaw?He’d cut his dark hair ruthlessly short since I’d last seen him-heaven forbid it display any softness with its curls. He had the kind of remorselessly perfect features that could withstand even the unforgiving scrutiny of a high-resolution camera lens. A perfect, sculpted body too, although that wasn’t my medium. I’d have loved to photograph him as King Leonidas, fatally wounded but still roaring as
Название книги: The Bite of Silence
Автор(ы): Mary Hughes
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Bite-of-Silence-193759.html
Copyright © 2009 by Mary Hughes
To Deborah Nemeth, who sculpts both words and authors like Michelangelo (though some of us are more of a Warhol).To Natalie Winters, whose artistry makes the covers come alive.To Gregg, my inspiration, partner, and source of cinnamon rolls.To You, Reader, whose imagination breathes life into these simple words on a page, the greatest art of all.
Chapter One
It’s a little-known fact that when vampires fly, they hog the window seats.I saw Nikos the instant I boarded the plane. Well, who could miss those immense shoulders and hewn cheekbones, that aggressive jaw?He’d cut his dark hair ruthlessly short since I’d last seen him-heaven forbid it display any softness with its curls. He had the kind of remorselessly perfect features that could withstand even the unforgiving scrutiny of a high-resolution camera lens. A perfect, sculpted body too, although that wasn’t my medium. I’d have loved to photograph him as King Leonidas, fatally wounded but still roaring as
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