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“Her heart skipped a beat, and another, as she stared into the darkest eyes she had ever seen, a brown so deep it looked black, shadowed by thick lashes and set deep in a complexion of rich umber. His brutal handsomeness unnerved her. He could have been Lucifer himself, sitting there.”

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Cold-Hearted Rake

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Lisa Kleypas
Lisa Kleypas

Lisa Kleypas, born in 1964, is a renowned American romance novel author. Her works are known for their delicate emotional descriptions and captivating storylines, which have won the hearts of numerous readers. more

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“Let me see your eyes." He lifted his face, and Evelinde clasped him by both cheeks, her gaze moving slowly over his eyes. They looked perfectly fine to her, however. More than fine. They were really quite beautiful; large and a deep brown so dark they appeared almost black. They were also fringed by long black lashes. The rest of his face was rugged, however, with sharp planes, an arrow-straight nose, and his lips--- Evelinde's eyes paused there, noting that his upper lip was thin, but the lower one was full and looked as if it would be soft to the touch. Before she could think better of it, curiosity made her shift one thumb to rub it over the pillowed surface, and she found it was indeed soft. Then Evelinde realized what she'd done. She could feel a sudden blush rise to cover her face and released him abruptly. "There was a bit of dirt there," she lied, trying to step away at the same time, but his legs immediately closed on either side of her. Finding herself trapped between his knees, Evelinde felt her first moment of disquiet with the man. Not fear, exactly. For some reason she felt sure she had nothing to fear from this man, but the action did make her nervous.”

“—Cada uno de nosotros sigue perdiendo algo muy preciado —dice cuando el teléfono deja de sonar—. Oportunidades importantes, posibilidades, sentimientos que no podrán recuperarse jamás. Esto es parte de lo que significa estar vivo. Pero dentro de nuestra cabeza, porque creo que es ahí donde debe de estar, hay un pequeño cuarto donde vamos dejando todo esto en forma de recuerdos. Seguro que es algo parecido a las estanterías de esta biblioteca. Y nosotros, para localizar dónde se esconde algo de nuestro corazón, tenemos que ir haciendo siempre fichas catalográficas. Hay que limpiar, ventilar la habitación, cambiar el agua de los jarrones de flores. Dicho de otro modo, tú deberás vivir hasta el fin de tus días en tu propia biblioteca.”