Showing results for "Rue" in Literature & Fiction

L'érotisme est au coin de la rue. Un candidat à la présidentielle, une beurette des cités, un chef d'atelier, une directrice de recherche... On ne saurait imaginer personnages et vies plus dissemblables. Tous sont pourtant soudainement percutés par la brûlante irruption du désir et du sexe dans leur quotidien. C'est souvent inattendu, insolite, et toujours excitant. Journaliste, auteure de plusieurs essais sur les amours plurielles, Françoise Simpère s'est imposée comme une auteure de littérature érotique de premier plan.

Jack Landon's bittersweet caress still lingers on Abigail's lips. He haunts her dreams and blinds her to reality. She now finds herself at a crossroads. One road could lead to safety. The other to uncertainty and heartbreak. Life could be easy, as easy as breathing. But we all know that love should leave you breathless.

Seeking refuge, Abigail Watson returns home to mend a broken heart, abandoning the city that she has grown to love and the job she worked hard for years to attain. Life allows for distraction, but it can't bury the past.

Curiosity can be a dangerous thing. In Abigail Watson's case, it nearly ended her life.After a brush with death, Abigail is reminded of just how short life can be... then she meets Jack Landon, the mysterious heir to the Landon fortune and her savior from a certain death. Jack's tastes are very defined, and his ability to seduce with ease draws Abigail into his dark world.

Love. The worst of all four-letter words. Nothing trumps it, but loyalty. Just as treacherous. Just as devastating. Both have ruled over me for as long as I can remember. Love. I stared down at my hands and spotted the slight tremor. He always does this to me. Always. My name is Dorin. I'm a vampire. I'm a slayer of the king of all vampires. Dracula or as I knew him, Vlad the Impaler. But before I killed him, I loved him. More than anything. More than salvation. For that, I traded my soul.

"J'ai aussi vu deux types en train de s'embrasser dans un café. Ils m'ont donné une putain de gaule. Ils se caressaient et ils s'embrassaient comme... Tu sais, quand tu t'arrêtes régulièrement pour prendre le temps d'admirer l'autre et de retomber amoureux ?" Ils forment un couple homosexuel aux antipodes. L'un déteste se sentir observer et ne consent à aucune marque d'affection en public. L'autre veut vivre leur amour au grand jour et ne supporte pas de se cacher.