Ruthless Fae
Caroline Peckham, 2019
Ατμόσφαιρα: λαχτάρα, τρυφερότητα και δέος. Μιλά για την αγάπη και την ελευθερία.
Μια σελίδα από το βιβλίο
He kissed me like he wasn’t allowed to kiss me, but if he didn’t he’d die. Βιβλία με παρόμοια αίσθηση
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Ερωτήσεις αναγνωστών
- Πώς είναι το «Ruthless Fae»;
- Ατμόσφαιρα: λαχτάρα, τρυφερότητα και δέος. Μιλά για την αγάπη και την ελευθερία.
- Τι να διαβάσω μετά το «Ruthless Fae»;
- Αν σου άρεσε το «Ruthless Fae», δοκίμασε «Mate» (Ali Hazelwood), «Brimstone» (Callie Hart) και «Obsidian» (Jennifer L. Armentrout).
Μια γεύση από τη ροή
A threat delivered so calmly it starts to sound like devotion.
Since you’re so sure that everyone here despises her, including me, let this be known: fuck with my mate, and I’m going to kill you so slowly, draw it out so long, tectonic plates will move and create whole new mountain ranges. And when the rest of your family comes to avenge you, I’ll do the same to them. And if your friends come, I’m not going to fucking stop. Not even if all that’s left of the pack is me and her. I will paint this entire territory green before I let anyone in the pack spill a single drop of red. Okay?
Mate · Ali Hazelwood
What a man says when the only thing he owns is his life.
Every part. I love all of you.” He blew a dark curl out of his eyes. “I’d spend the fortunes of the universe to protect you. I’d drain the seas dry. Fell every tree. I would sacrifice the sun from the fucking sky and surrender the stars, too, if I could. But those things aren’t mine to give. All I have is my life. It isn’t much, but I’d spend it and consider the price small if it meant keeping you safe.
Brimstone · Callie Hart
Hostility this polished is usually something else entirely.
Thanks,” I muttered and added under my breath, “Douchebag.” He laughed, deep and throaty. “Now that’s not very ladylike, Kittycat.” I whipped around. “Don’t ever call me that,” I snapped. “It’s better than calling someone a douchebag, isn’t it?” He pushed out the door. “This has been a stimulating visit. I’ll cherish it for a long time to come.” Okay. That was it. “You know, you’re right. How wrong of me to call you a douchebag. Because a douchebag is too nice of a word for you,” I said, smiling sweetly. “You’re a dickhead.” “A dickhead?” he repeated. “How charming.” I flipped him off.
Obsidian · Jennifer L. Armentrout
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