tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26712658002245540912024-03-13T04:55:43.006-07:00Júlias, Sabrinas, Biancas e outrosBlog dedicado aos saudosos livrinhos de banca.Alessandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12138181928936171476noreply@blogger.comBlogger158125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671265800224554091.post-26186025441833362752020-04-10T16:54:00.001-07:002020-04-10T16:54:44.462-07:00Julia 100 - A tentação do desejo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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que o inverno começou a ceder à primavera e o verde despontou nos morros de
Tennessee, Jessica encontrou Brodie Hayes. No primeiro instante, mal pode
acreditar no que via. O rapaz pobre que anos atrás tinha sido desprezado por
Jordanna sua irmã mais velha, era agora um homem rico, elegante e muito
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dois meses Jessica estava loucamente apaixonada por ele. Mas, à medida que ela
e Brodie se tornavam mais íntimos, suas dúvidas aumentavam. Porque ao que tudo
indicava, o coração de Brodie ainda pertencia a Jordanna. Será que, ao falar de
amor a Jessica, ele não estaria apenas querendo se vingar?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />Alessandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12138181928936171476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671265800224554091.post-81602785270228456832020-04-10T16:52:00.000-07:002020-04-10T16:52:41.514-07:00Julia 99 - Apenas uma ilusão - Betty Neels<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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uma moça pobre e sem graça como Emily ousava sonhar com as atenções de um homem
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<span style="font-family: "Century Schoolbook",serif;">Emily
nunca se sentiu tão infeliz, tão humilhada na vida, como quando ouviu o professor
Renier Jurres Rome dizer a respeito dela: "Quem? Aquela baixinha feiosa,
que fica encabulada cada vez que a gente fala com ela?" Sim, ela sabia que
não era nenhuma beldade, mas seu coração, não. Ele batia descompassado cada vez
que ela via Renier e ansiava por um olhar, por um abraço, por um beijo de
amor... Valeria a pena aceitar aquela proposta de trabalho e ir para a Holanda,
só para estar mais perto de Renier? Será que algum dia ele a olharia com
desejo, como um homem costuma olhar uma mulher bonita?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />Alessandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12138181928936171476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671265800224554091.post-71172336944817318662020-04-10T16:49:00.000-07:002020-04-10T16:49:09.816-07:00Julia 98 - A marca do pecado - Margaret Mayo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Century Schoolbook",serif;">Assim
que soube que era filha adotiva de David e Anne, Carrie sentiu que precisava
conhecer Zelah, sua mãe verdadeira. Com o coração pesado pela idéia de ter sido
rejeitada ainda recém-nascida, partiu para a Irlanda. Então, em meio à suave
paisagem daquela terra tão acolhedora, teve a doce surpresa de conhecer Damon
Courtney, o homem que fez seu coração palpitar de amor. Mas seu encantamento ia
durar pouco, pois Damon conhecia Zelah muito bem. "Ela é uma mulher
vulgar, uma leviana'', revelou ele, cheio de desprezo. "E nada no mundo
jamais me convencerá de que você, filha dela, não seja exata-mente igual!"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />Alessandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12138181928936171476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671265800224554091.post-7108543294482997012020-04-10T16:46:00.004-07:002020-04-10T16:46:57.279-07:00Julia 97 - Corrida contra o destino - Sally Wentworth<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Tônia podia aceitar que estava cobiçando Adam York, o namorado de sua melhor
amiga?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Schoolbook",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Tônia precisava vencer aquela prova
automobilística de qualquer maneira, para mostrar ao pai que era tão boa — e
talvez melhor — que qualquer piloto profissional. Ele era um velho paralítico e
amargurado, que exigia muito de Tônia e pouco lhe dava em troca… mas era seu
pai, e ela não podia decepcioná-lo. Naquela corrida louca pelas estradas da
Inglaterra, Tônia ia aguentar calada tudo o que o destino lhe reservasse. Até
mesmo a companhia, durante nove dias seguidos, do cínico Adam York, seu copiloto
e patrocinador, um homem que a atraía muito, mas que parecia estar a seu lado
só para fazê-la sofrer…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />Alessandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12138181928936171476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671265800224554091.post-51958693896366333392020-04-10T16:43:00.003-07:002020-04-10T16:43:44.408-07:00Julia 96 - O ídolo de barro - Daphne Clair<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; letter-spacing: 0pt;">Aos dezessete anos, Carissa entregou-se ao cantor Cade
Fernand, seu ídolo. E nunca chorou tanto por uma atitude tão impensada. Voltou
então para a Nova Zelândia <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>e resolveu
arrancar Cade de sua memória e de seu coração. Agora, sete anos depois, o
destino voltava a cruzar seus caminhos, ela seria obrigada a passar duas
semanas com ele, como sua secretária, num chalé à beira de um lago. O grande
ídolo não se lembrava dela, claro. Mas uma mulher jamais esquece o seu primeiro
amor. E Carissa o olhava, desesperada, percebendo que em seu peito pulsava uma
emoção bem mais forte que o desprezo. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />Alessandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12138181928936171476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671265800224554091.post-84813240779926371812020-04-10T16:40:00.003-07:002020-04-10T19:54:50.800-07:00Julia 95 - O homem dos olhos de aço - Anne Hampson<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif;">Oh,
como Sarah tinha sido imprudente ao se envolver naquele plano <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>maluco para ajudar sua melhor amiga! Como
resultado, tinha sido <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sequestrada por
Charon Drakos e levada para a terra dele, uma região selvagem, encravada no meio
da Grécia, onde famílias inimigas torturavam-se e matavam-se, sem lei nem
moral. Até quando Drakos a manteria prisioneira naquele inferno? Sim, ela era
corajosa e sentia se capaz de enfrentar tudo... menos as emoções descontroladas
que começavam a brotar em seu peito. Estaria se apaixonando por seu próprio
carcereiro, aquele selvagem de olhos frios que brilhavam como o aço?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />Alessandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12138181928936171476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671265800224554091.post-6849313961072446012020-04-10T16:36:00.003-07:002020-04-10T16:36:43.633-07:00Julia 94 - Sombras ao entardecer - Margaret Way<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Century Schoolbook",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Ao cair da tarde Rosanne ficava ainda
mais tristonha: onde estaria Ross, o homem que ela amava e que jamais seria
seu?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Schoolbook",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Ele não gostava nem confiava nela.
Depois de seu noivo, Robin, foi morto em um acidente, Rosanne só queria algum
tempo sozinha antes de retomar sua carreira de bailarina. Mas Ross McAdam,
irmão de Robin a obrigou visitar sua família, em Queensland. Uma vez lá, ela
sentiu que Ross não tinha nada além de desprezo por ela. Rosanne desejava saber
por que ele tinha uma visão tão negativa dela e porque de repente se importava
tanto com isso!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />Alessandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12138181928936171476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671265800224554091.post-30883399917550066102020-04-10T16:32:00.003-07:002020-04-10T16:32:54.546-07:00Julia 93 - A um passo da felicidade - Flora Kidd<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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felicidade</span><span style="color: red;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "French Script MT"; font-size: 18.0pt; letter-spacing: 0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Wife by contract”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Schoolbook",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; letter-spacing: 0pt; line-height: 150%;">O casamento com Damien Nikerios deu a Teri tudo o que uma
mulher poderia desejar: posição, dinheiro, prestígio… e longas e acaloradas
noites de amor. Damien era um grego másculo e generoso, e sua virilidade
revelou a Teri emoções profundas e insuspeitas. Além disso, ele era riquíssimo
e tirou Teri da ruína, saldando todas as dívidas deixadas pelo pai dela. No
entanto, assim que chegou de sua viagem de lua-de-mel, um maravilhoso cruzeiro
pelas ilhas gregas do mar Egeu, Teri foi obrigada a acordar do seu sonho:
Damien tinha um caso com Milena, a terceira esposa de Stephanos, que era pai
dele…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />Alessandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12138181928936171476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671265800224554091.post-81805219009855503932020-04-10T16:30:00.001-07:002020-04-10T16:30:23.618-07:00Julia 92 - Sob o signo de leão - Rebecca Stratton<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "French Script MT"; font-size: 20.0pt;"><span style="color: #ea9999;">Rebecca Stratton</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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"James
Fraser é um homem encantador, um típico nativo do signo de Leão", garantia
a avó Marguerite. "Estou certa de que você gostará muito do cruzeiro que faremos
com ele por algumas ilhas tropicais." Mas Kelly não se convencia.
Detestava velejar e conhecia muito bem a personalidade dos nativos de Leão.
Eram irresistíveis e charmosos, sim, mas eram também temperamentais, arrogantes
e mandões. Kelly não queria ir... mas foi. E quando aquela tempestade os lançou
numa ilha deserta, Kelly compreendeu que estava inteiramente nas mãos daquele
homem de Leão. Sensual, fascinante e terrivelmente autoritário...</span>Alessandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12138181928936171476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671265800224554091.post-35820068078345240512020-04-10T16:27:00.000-07:002020-04-10T16:27:07.872-07:00Julia 91 - Ventos de inverno - Sandra Field<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The Winds of Winter '<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Schoolbook",serif;">Aquele
ia ser um inverno muito especial para Anne: custasse o que custasse, ela ia
descobrir o mistério que envolvia a vida de David Metcalfe, o homem com quem um
dia ela se casou, alimentando os mais lindos sonhos de felicidade… O homem que,
há quatro anos, teve a coragem de abandoná-la assim que Anne perdeu o bebê que
eles esperaram… O homem que ela tinha amado com paixão, e que agora odiava! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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ela não ousaria procurá-lo, jamais se rebaixaria tanto. Mas precisava
descobrir, e logo, quem era aquela garotinha que morava com ele no interior
gelado do Canadá, e que o chamava de "querido papai'.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />Alessandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12138181928936171476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671265800224554091.post-33639999218682019452020-04-10T16:14:00.000-07:002020-04-10T16:14:06.320-07:00Julia 90 – Um amor sem esperança – Rebecca Caine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Century Schoolbook",serif;">Para
Tina, nada mais na vida faria sentido, sem o amor de Max. E agora ela sabia que
Max estava amando outra mulher...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Schoolbook",serif;">Tina
vivia despreocupada e feliz naquela ilha do Taiti, passeando descalça pela
areia, com quilômetros de praias selvagens ao seu dispor e um sol eterno a
dourar sua pele macia e aquecer seu coração. Até que Max Thornton chegou à ilha
e desvendou para ela os segredos do inferno e do paraíso. Porque Tina passou a
amá-lo, com todo o ímpeto de seu jovem coração, e percebeu que a vida só teria
sentido no dia em que Max a amasse também. Mas, para ele, Tina não passava de
uma adolescente imatura. E, por mais que os olhos dela implorassem, Max negava
qualquer esperança ao seu pobre coração apaixonado...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />Alessandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12138181928936171476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671265800224554091.post-60894095404836464262020-04-10T16:12:00.000-07:002020-04-10T16:12:30.296-07:00Julia 89 - Paixão proibida - Jane Donnelly<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "French Script MT"; font-size: 18pt;">“No
way out”<span style="color: #ffc000;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #ffc000; font-family: "French Script MT"; font-size: 20.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Algerian;">Jane Donnelly<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Schoolbook",serif;">Se
alguém descobrisse que Célia, a irmã gêmea de Lucy, tinha um rápido caso de
amor com Daniel Stewart o mundo viria abaixo. Começando pelo marido de Célia, que
jamais a perdoaria…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Schoolbook",serif;">Por
isso Lucy aceitou participar daquela farsa quando Daniel surgiu inesperadamente
na pacata cidadezinha inglesa onde elas moravam. Mas ela sabia desde o primeiro
momento que tipo de homem Daniel era: muito bonito, muito vaidoso de sua
capacidade de envolver as mulheres e esquecê-las no dia seguinte. E era
exatamente por isso q Lucy não se perdoava: como podia ter sido tão tola a
ponto de se apaixonar por ele?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />Alessandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12138181928936171476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671265800224554091.post-85898895638407266472020-04-10T16:08:00.000-07:002020-04-10T16:08:26.106-07:00Julia 88 - Tudo por amor - Margery Hilton<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Brent Hartlyn ia se casar. Era com Anna que ele sonhava no dia daquele trágico
acidente que o deixou cego. Mas foi Virginia quem partiu ao encontro dele, na
Tailândia, disposta a tudo para consolar o homem que há tanto tempo ela amava
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que Brent pensasse que ela era Anna, a noiva que não o queria mais.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Então, por amor e por desespero, Virginia
deixou que aquela farsa fosse longe demais: em algumas semanas, ela se tornou a
esposa de Brent. E agora? O que seria do seu futuro quando Brent finalmente
descobrisse a verdade?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />Alessandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12138181928936171476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671265800224554091.post-64514940614041875212020-04-10T15:25:00.000-07:002020-04-10T15:25:03.356-07:00Julia 87 - O Pecado mora ao lado - Rachel Lindsay<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Portugal, naquele castelo maravilhoso, que escondia um verdadeiro tesouro em
jóias roubadas, Stephanie estava vivendo as maiores emoções de sua vida. Lá ela
conheceu Carlos, conde de Maroc, o homem dos seus sonhos. Quantas vezes ela se
sentiu tentada a atirar-se em seus braços, a entregar-se a seus beijos, a
confessar o seu amor… Mas tudo os separava: o país de origem, a cultura, a
nobreza, a noiva de Carlos… e o segredo das jóias. Porque, por mais que o
amasse, por mais que o desejasse, Stephanie não podia esconder de si mesma que
aquele belo homem tinha um segredo perigoso: era um ladrão de joias!</span></div>
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tinham deixado marcas profundas na alma e no rosto de Rafe, hoje coberto de
cicatrizes. E, por mais que Emily tentasse convencê-lo de que o amava
loucamente, Rafe não acreditava. Para ele, o interesse de Emily não passava de
piedade, misturada a uma intensa atração sexual. Como quebrar as barreiras que
Rafe tinha construído em volta de si mesmo? Como apagar de sua alma e de seu
olhar tristonho aquelas malditas marcas do passado?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />Alessandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12138181928936171476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671265800224554091.post-39136201200811061062020-04-08T13:40:00.001-07:002020-04-08T13:40:09.001-07:00Julia 85 - Seduzida e abandonada - Anne Mather<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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nem suspeitava como ainda vibravam no coração de Charlotte aqueles breves
momentos de amor que eles tinham vivido há mais de dez anos. Melhor que nunca
soubesse mesmo, ele não merecia amor. A vida dura que Charlotte foi obrigada a
levar depois que Logan a abandonou - quase uma menina, solteira e grávida -
tinha endurecido seu coração. E agora, que eles se reencontravam naquela
maravilhosa ilha das Antilhas, ela não ia ceder. Embora fosse quase impossível
resistir ao fascínio que Logan ainda exercia sobre ela, Charlotte ia resistir
para proteger o filho, que jamais deveria saber a verdade sobre seu pai.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />Alessandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12138181928936171476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671265800224554091.post-41411153267261401702020-04-08T13:35:00.000-07:002020-04-08T13:35:03.215-07:00Julia 84 - Sinfonia de inverno - Ann Cooper<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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da neve, da música que pairava no ar. Lá ela amou Gareth, e lá ela o perdeu...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Schoolbook",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Anna amava Gareth Evans perdidamente.
Eles tinham conseguido uma integração maravilhosa, ela ao violino, ele regendo
a orquestra, e agora Gareth queria seu corpo. Porque Anna era uma mulher bonita
e porque, segundo ele, o sexo era a continuação da música e da arte. Sim,
Gareth a desejava com ardor, mas não havia em seus olhos um único lampejo de
amor. E, por mais que quisesse, Anna jamais conseguiria despertar esse
sentimento em Gareth. Ele era um homem famoso, bonito, cobiçado pelas mulheres
da Europa toda, enquanto ela não passava de uma jovem adolescente, tola e muito
inexperiente...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />Alessandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12138181928936171476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671265800224554091.post-31330175546482848982020-04-08T13:30:00.004-07:002020-04-08T13:30:50.840-07:00Julia 83 – Destino cruel – Flora Kidd <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Century Schoolbook", serif; text-indent: 1cm;">"Eu
odeio você, Kathryn", Cesare sussurrou com a boca encostada à dela.
"Eu a odeio porque, desde que me abandonou você tem atormentado meus
sonhos com sua pele macia, seus cabelos sedosos, seus olhos desafiadores. Mas
agora vou realizar esses sonhos..." Ele a beijou novamente e a febre que
queimava o corpo de Kathryn aumentou ainda mais. Então, ela se entregou,
deixando que os sentidos a levassem para onde não havia ódio, dor ou remorsos,
só um êxtase selvagem e glorioso, o ápice da paixão. Sim, ela ainda amava
Cesare. Mas, quando aquela noite de amor terminasse, ele ia mandá-la embora da
Itália e de sua vida...</span></div>
<br />Alessandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12138181928936171476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671265800224554091.post-87042498062313615362020-04-08T13:27:00.003-07:002020-04-08T13:27:53.197-07:00Julia 82 - Música ao longe - Charlotte Lamb<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Century Schoolbook",serif;">Marina
olhava o mar, luzindo como um espelho, e desejava que aquela serenidade
invadisse seu coração atormentado pelo medo. Afagava os cabelos de Gideon, a
quem amava, apaixonadamente, e tinha a estranha sensação de conhecer aquele
homem há muito tempo, de ter entregado seu corpo ao dele em muitas noites de
amor. Mas, como podia ser, se ela o conhecia há apenas duas semanas? Será que,
numa outra vida, tinha sido mulher dele? Será que estava sendo hipnotizada por
um impostor? Estaria ficando louca? Desesperada, Marina sabia que precisava
resolver aquele mistério. Esse era o preço para viver seu grande amor!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />Alessandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12138181928936171476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671265800224554091.post-7321297387912903762020-04-08T13:21:00.000-07:002020-04-08T13:21:02.083-07:00Julia 81 - Uma estranha atração - Rachel Lindsay<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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primeira vez na vida, Kate se sentia perdida, desesperada. Das decisões que
tomasse agora dependiam seu futuro, o de seu pai — quase à morte — e o da
grande loja que ele havia construído durante a vida toda. E a confiança que ela
depositava em Charles, seu noivo, a única pessoa em quem podia se apoiar, começava
a ser abalada. Marcus Brent, o homem poderoso e magnético que se ofereceu para
ajudá-la nos negócios, desconfiava de Charles. Em quem acreditar? No noivo
amoroso e sincero, ou em Marcus, que envenenou sua alma e que ela queria
detestar, mas por quem se sentia cada vez mais atraída?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />Alessandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12138181928936171476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671265800224554091.post-86812444464877095212020-04-08T13:02:00.001-07:002020-04-08T13:02:14.543-07:00Julia 80 - Inocência ultrajada - Violet Winspear<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Century Schoolbook",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Tina daria tudo para ser mais velha,
mais madura… para compreender aquele homem estranho que agora era seu marido.
Tudo tinha acontecido tão de repente, como num sonho! Mas, embora John TreCarrel
fosse bem mais velho e experiente que ela, Tina não hesitou em lhe entregar sua
inocência, certa de que um dia seria muito amada. No entanto, a realidade,
mesmo naquela ilha paradisíaca do Caribe, onde foram morar, era bem outra: lá,
John tinha uma amante. E Paula, uma mulher muito insinuante, deixava bem claro:
continuaria a manter com John aquele caso antigo, que há muito não era mais
segredo para ninguém…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br />Alessandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12138181928936171476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671265800224554091.post-60133746394077982972020-04-08T12:59:00.004-07:002020-04-08T12:59:25.833-07:00Julia 79 - Rede de intrigas - Janet Dailey<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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a tudo para desmascarar Slade Blackwell, o homem que estava se aproveitando da
confiança da sua tia Mitzi, uma velha rica e solitária. Alguém tinha que fazer
alguma coisa para livrar a velhinha das garras daquele ladrão! E foi assim que
Lisa começou a viver duas vidas: à noite era a loura sobrinha de Mitzi; durante
o dia, era a nova secretária de Slade, usando um nome tão falso quanto sua
peruca ruiva. Até descobrir que, em todo aquele emaranhado de mentiras, só
havia uma única e deseperada verdade: estava irremediavelmente apaixonada por
Slade, um homem sem caráter!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />Alessandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12138181928936171476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671265800224554091.post-73356522167856013592020-04-08T12:56:00.003-07:002020-04-08T12:56:44.849-07:00Julia 78 – Uma garota de sorte – Rebecca Straton <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Century Schoolbook",serif;">Kate
queria dizer sim a Cal, um homem em quem ela confiava. Mas seu corpo falava
mais alto, ansiando pelos beijos de Kai...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Kate tinha recebido como herança uma casa no Havaí! Pisando a areia macia, com
os cabelos ondulando ao vento que vinha do mar, Kate mal acreditava em sua
sorte. Em apenas um mês, tinha se transformado numa garota bronzeada, feliz e
apaixonadíssima. Por Calvin Morton, discreto, afetuoso, um homem com quem
qualquer mulher de bom senso não hesitaria em casar... e por Kai Fernandez,
pintor, surfista, irreverente, um homem de quem qualquer mulher de bom senso
fugiria, mas que fazia seu coração palpitar, seu corpo tremer... Qual dos dois
realmente a amava? E qual deles queria apenas seu dinheiro?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />Alessandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12138181928936171476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671265800224554091.post-20338896237871948532020-04-08T12:53:00.002-07:002020-04-08T12:53:16.564-07:00Julia 77 - A fúria de um desejo - Charlotte Lamb<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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vivia como uma sombra atormentada pelas lembranças de Angus, até que conheceu
Jake Lang, diretor da emissora de tevê onde trabalhava. Jake acendeu uma faísca
em seus sentidos adormecidos e Natalie passou a querê-lo desesperadamente...
Mas ela precisava de tempo para aceitar outro homem em sua vida e Jake não
sabia esperar. Atormentado pela recusa, pelo temor de ser apenas um substituto
de Angus, Jake lançou Natalie num verdadeiro inferno, povoado pelo seu ódio,
pelo seu desejo, por sua fria determinação de humilhá-la. Diante de tamanha
fúria de destruição, seria ainda possível salvar o amor?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />Alessandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12138181928936171476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671265800224554091.post-30841479878732104012020-04-08T12:49:00.000-07:002020-04-08T12:49:02.708-07:00Julia 76 - Um homem muito especial - Margery Hilton<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "French Script MT"; font-size: 18.0pt;">(The flower of
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<span style="font-family: "Century Schoolbook",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Havia nos Andes uma força mágica, ao
mesmo tempo perturbadora e cruel, que excitava as emoções. Ali Gail conheceu
Max Christiern, um homem seguro, corajoso, competente, um homem muito especial.
Ele era o guia daquela expedição ousada que Gail acompanhava pelas florestas do
Peru. De Max dependia a vida do grupo todo, ameaçada a cada passo pelas ciladas
da selva. Sem querer, quase sem perceber, Gail se apaixonou por ele. E foi esse
o seu tormento! Teria de sufocar no peito aquele grito de amor, porque Max só se
importava com o trabalho. Pior ainda: ele achava que Gail atrapalhava aquele
trabalho perigoso...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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