登陆注册
10484100000002

第2章

Emma very naturally refrained from telling Louise what had happened, and this meant that she, Emma, could not go out and find an hotel. Fury mingled with humiliation, for she was sure she could have struggled and escaped before he managed to excite her, arouse her emotions to the point where she was submitting. Obviously he was aware of his power over women; they were all the same, he said. They followed a pattern.

And because of it, he was bored with them….

But one day he would find one who did not bore him and then, she surmised, he would marry. And surprisingly, as she thought about it, she found herself believing that he would be faithful! Incredible as it seemed-yes-when he had found the one, it would be the end of philandering for him.

'You're very quiet,' observed her sister, and Emma glanced up from her plate. It was dinnertime and they were eating in the little sitting-room which had been allocated to Louise. Jeremy had had his tea and been put to bed. Noticing Louise's impatience with the child, Emma, feeling sorry for the little boy who was only five and a half, went into his bedroom and read him a story. A bright, intelligent child, he listened attentively, eyes sparkling and hands sometimes clutching the bedcover.

'That was great!' he said when at length she closed the book after promising to read him another story tomorrow night. 'I like stories about pirates!'

Louise had gone to her room, and when she emerged and joined Emma she looked as glamorous as if she were dining out and going to a show afterwards. Emma opened her mouth to express her surprise but closed it again.

It was plain that Louise was looking her best just in case she should come into contact with Paul Fanchette.

Emma had decided on a cotton dress, flowered on a background of pale blue. The neck was low-in fact the bodice was held up only by shoulder straps-since the dress was really designed as a sundress. Emma had washed her hair and it glowed-softly brown and deep auburn tinted.

'Quiet?' she repeated, looking at Louise across the table. 'I was thinking of your boss, as a matter of fact.'

'Don't refer to him as my boss!' flashed Louise sharply. 'The Winnicks are my employers!'

'Sorry.' Emma counted ten. 'There's no need to be so shirty with me, though.'

'You don't understand….' Louise choked on her food, and her lower lip quivered. 'You don't understand anything.'

'Then help me to understand,' invited Emma encouragingly. 'You know how troubled Mother is, and she'll be expecting some kind of reassurance when I get back home.'

'He hates me!' was all Louise vouchsafed in answer to that, and Emma drew an exasperated breath.

'What has caused this-well-rift between you and Monsieur Fanchette?'

There was a long pause before her sister spoke.

'He disliked me from the very first-'

'You haven't answered my question,' persisted Emma, half-inclined to reveal what she knew.

But the next moment, and after a further period of hesitation, Louise said quiveringly, 'I've fallen madly in love with him, Emma, and I'm being crucified by his treatment of me.'

Emma swallowed to moisten the dryness in her throat. She had not supposed it was as bad as this. She had suspected no more than a crush, an emotional experience resulting from the superlative attractions of the Mauritian. But as she stared at Louise, noting the despairing droop to the lovely mouth, the dark misery in the blue eyes, Emma was left in no doubt at all that her sister was genuinely in love with the man who treated her with contempt, believing she was running after him… which she had been doing, thought Emma with a heavy frown.

'The best thing you can do is leave here,' decided Emma at length. 'This situation can't possibly continue. Besides, when Jeremy's parents come back you wouldn't be seeing Monsieur Fanchette anyway-at least, not very often.'

Louise stared mistily at her, having pushed her plate away.

'I just keep on hoping he'll change,' she admitted, a sob in her voice. 'Miracles do happen, and you hear of men disliking women and later falling wildly in love with them.'

'It doesn't happen very often. In any case, this man's an experienced womaniser who seems always to have had women running after him; it's made him regard himself as something very special-'

'He is something special.' Louise made the interruption, because she couldn't help it, but she coloured up immediately the words were spoken.

'I suppose I have to agree,' returned Emma, but grudgingly. 'Nevertheless, he's a nasty piece of work, with a head the size of a balloon and an inflated opinion of himself in general. He's plainly of the opinion that every woman he meets wants him to make love to her-craves his caresses, in fact. Well, Louise, he just isn't worth a thought, so you'll be wise to write him off and come back home with me.' Already Louise was shaking her head.

'What about Jeremy?' she said.

Remembering Louise's near impatience with the child at bedtime-for clearly she was glad to be rid of him-Emma said quietly, 'I don't think you are really concerned with that aspect, are you, Louise?' and before she could answer, Emma was adding in the same quiet tone of voice, 'Once you've given the man a fortnight's notice he'll begin looking for a replacement-'

'I can't leave!' cried her sister unhappily. 'I've already told you I'm hoping for a change in Paul's attitude towards me.'

'Throwing yourself at him won't bring about a change.' Emma felt inclined to be callous, for she desperately wanted Louise to come home with her in a fortnight's time. 'He's the kind of man who'll naturally treat with utter contempt any woman who tries to gain his attention.'

'You're so knowledgeable!' snapped Louise, and Emma did think just how she had changed. Was this what unrequited love did for you?

I'll take darned good care it never happens to me, declared Emma but to herself… and yet as she silently formed the sentence there arose before her the image of Paul Fanchette… debonair and handsome, confident, egotistical….

She set her teeth on remembering the scene of just a couple of hours ago, temper rising as she recalled her own reaction, the arousal of emotions she would rather not think about.

Undoubtedly the man was a menace to women, and she was determined to keep him at a distance during her stay here in his home.

Emma and Louise talked for some time without any headway being made as regards Emma's practical solution to the problem. Louise was not giving up; she was in the depths of despair and yet, conversely, cherishing the optimistic hope that Paul Fanchette's attitude towards her would change.

'If you don't mind, I'll go to bed now,' said Louise when they had drunk their coffee on the verandah of Louise's sitting-room. 'I feel awful at leaving you alone, but….' She tailed off on noticing her sister's perceptive expression. 'I really mean it,' she insisted with an almost belligerent look.

Emma shook her head, a gesture of impatience.

'You're going somewhere-I don't know where-hoping that detestable man will see you-'

'No, I am not!'

'Why the glamorous getup?' she wanted to know, again feeling a callous approach might just shake Louise back to her senses.

'Don't be crude, Emma! I always like to look nice for dinner! In fact, it was in your honour!'

'An explanation but not a truthful one.' Emma rose from her chair. 'Obviously you don't want me with you so I'll say good night and go to my room-'

'You make me feel rotten,' complained Louise on the edge of tears. 'You've come all this way to see me and-and this is how I treat you-' She choked suddenly and bit her lip hard to hold back the tears. 'I'm sorry, Emma, do please believe me!'

Emma was standing, and she looked down at the unhappy girl. Something had to be done… and Emma had now made a firm decision…. To her surprise Emma saw her sister go into her bedroom and although she waited on the verandah for fully ten minutes the girl did not come out.

Too upset so she had changed her mind, decided Emma and, herself, went in search of the man who was causing all the trouble. He was nowhere in the house, so she surmised he was in the garden, as his car was on the forecourt.

The night was balmy, the sky, spangled with stars. The lagoon, lazy in the moonlight, shimmered away to where the reef rose like a miniature waterfall, making music, creating light and shade that lent an air of romance even without the swaying palms that lined the backshore. The swimming must be glorious, she mused as she wandered along one winding path and another, the dry wind rustling through a belt of tamarind trees and the spidery fronds of the palms. Her eyes searched; she was determined to talk with Paul Fanchette, and yet the thought of the encounter was causing her nerves to tense, her heart to beat a little overrate. As she continued to wander and search, she thought of the wealth and splendour of the chateau with its French furniture, its exquisite decor, its Persian carpets and rugs. Gold-plated fittings even in the guest bathroom, and she wondered what his was like. She had asked Louise about his line of business, learnt that he owned tea and sugarcane factories-was in fact the largest exporter on the island. Wealth as well as the supreme beneficence of Nature! And all it had done to him was inflate his ego and self-esteem, create vanity out of all proportion, unbelievable conceit and arrogance.

How on earth Louise could have fallen in love with him Emma would never understand!-for a more detestable man she had never met.

And as Emma decided this, the man under review came strolling along on the other side of a low hedge of hibiscus vines. His footsteps had been light; she was angered at being taken by surprise but managed to keep her voice steady as she said without hesitation, 'Ah, Monsieur Fanchette-I'd like a few words with you.'

'Yes.' He stopped, head and shoulders above the neatly trimmed hedge. Emma was at an immediate disadvantage since she had to tilt her head, a circumstance that only served to increase her anger. 'What about, might I ask?'

She set her teeth at the arrogance and amusement in his voice.

'We can't talk over a hedge,' was her stiff rejoinder.

'There isn't much at all one can do with a hedge between them.' Mockery in his voice, and Emma's teeth gritted together. She very much feared she would again attempt to hit out at the pompous creature!

'The talk is serious.' Quivered tones but the hope that he would not notice. 'I have something important to request of you, Monsieur. Please afford me a few moments of your time and attention….' Her voice trailed to silence as he laughed.

'So stiff,' he commented. 'An armour of self-defence which some women assume, yet invariably it's a thin, ineffective cloak-'

'Would you mind keeping your observations on women for another time and audience?' broke in Emma frigidly. 'What I have to say won't take long, and then I can go to my room. I'm tired after the long flight.'

He looked at her with an odd expression… almost as if he were intrigued by her manner.

'Perhaps we can talk over a drink,' he suggested and with long graceful strides made for the end of the dividing foliage and was soon coming towards her. She waited, legs weak, boneless. This place was lonely… and only minutes ago she had decided to keep her distance. His assurance, the sensuous twist of his mouth, the dark embers that seemed to glow in his eyes…

Wanting to run, Emma half turned, then remembered what she had come out here for and remained where she was until he reached her side. 'You look troubled,' he observed, glancing down at her in the moonlight. 'Are you not enjoying your holiday?'

'I've only been here a few hours,' she returned shortly.

'A temper,' he remarked with unexpected off-handedness. 'Most women are similarly endowed, though they don't always practice your control. In what way have I annoyed you?' he ended and as she could scarcely say that his whole manner stuck in her gullet, she compromised by reminding him of his treatment of her a few hours previously.

'It was disgraceful,' she added, aware that she had not put much strength into her explanation, but she had no wish to antagonise him to a point where he would refuse the request she was about to make.

'You weren't noticeably averse at the time,' he returned in taunting accents. 'For myself, I thoroughly enjoyed the interlude… even though it was far too short.'

She gasped at the audacity of him! Then glancing up, she realised he was playing with her, deriving exceeding amusement at her expense.

She said in a glacier-cold tone of voice, 'If we can talk at once, then-'

'In the salon,' he broke in firmly.

She drew an exasperated breath which could not possibly escape his ears.

'As you wish,' she snapped, 'but let us have no more delay!'

***

Once in the luxurious apartment, and with a drink in her hand which she did not want but which had literally been forced upon her, Emma wasted no time in saying what was in her mind.

'It's about Louise, Monsieur Fanchette. I want you to let her leave-I really mean, I want you to dismiss her.'

Silence. He was standing by the cocktail cabinet, a glass in his hand. When he spoke his voice was terse.

'As I am not your sister's employer, I have no authority to dismiss her.'

'But you could if you so chose.' Emma's voice was coldly deliberate.

'Jeremy needs a nanny.'

'You can find a replacement.' She sent him a direct glance. 'You dislike my sister intensely; you've treated her abominably from the very first, so surely it will suit you to get her out of your house?'

'I have no intention of interfering in matters which don't concern me, Miss Carpenter.' He took a sip of his brandy. 'The matter is therefore closed.' He was a different man now, a stern and determined person whose previous manner might never have existed. No amused mockery in those hard eyes, no sardonic twist of the sensuous lips. They were firmly pressed together and the jawline was taut.

'Can you give me some explanation?' inquired Emma, already frustrated by his implacability.

'Explanation of what?'

'Your wish to keep Louise here when you dislike her so much.'

'She's obviously exaggerated my-er-dislike.'

'By your own admission you find her a bore.'

'Because of her persistence in throwing herself at me.' His mouth went tight. 'She came here as an employee but did not know how to keep her place.'

'You're talking to her sister,' seethed Emma, furious at his plain speaking. 'Has it not occurred to you that I might be embarrassed?'

He looked at her for a long moment, subjecting her to a keen and all-examining scrutiny.

'You and she are not related, she told me.'

'Can we keep to the point?' she snapped. 'I must tell you that our mother is greatly troubled because of Louise's unhappiness. I came here to see what was wrong-'

'Your sister has written to her mother about me?'

'Naturally she's told her of your treatment of her.'

'But not the reason for that treatment, obviously. However, you know why I dislike her-'

'Then release her!' flashed Emma, fast losing both patience and temper. 'Mother will be saved from further anxiety.'

'I'm sorry for your mother….' He lifted a hand to hide a yawn, and Emma's eyes glittered at the unnecessary action. 'However, I fail to see why I should give myself the trouble of getting another nanny for my nephew when I can leave things as they are.'

'And be uncomfortable?'

His eyes opened wide.

'It would seem it's Miss Morris who is uncomfortable, not me.'

A sigh escaped her. She had been so optimistic, assuming this man would be glad to listen to her, even though he had previously refused to let Louise go. But he was as adamant as ever; and judging by that implacable expression, Emma felt sure she would avail herself nothing by further argument. That his whole attitude was unreasonable was an undoubted fact, but obviously he was not intending to put himself to the trouble of finding a replacement for Louise.

She said presently, 'Is it possible for Louise to return to the Winnicks' home rather than stay here?'

He looked at her curiously.

'Your sister's talked to you, obviously, since you arrived here. She's denounced me as a tyrant-'

'And aren't you a tyrant?' she could not help asking.

He looked at her in some amusement.

'I am a stickler for efficiency. Your sister has neither the patience nor the experience to be a competent nanny. I have repeatedly had to admonish her for neglect-'

'Then for heaven's sake let her go!' cried Emma in exasperation. 'It's the only logical thing to do!'

'I've already said, she stays to work out her contract. After that-' he spread a hand carelessly, 'something can be arranged.'

'But why not now?'

Suddenly his eyes narrowed.

'Miss Carpenter,' he said coldly, 'I have said all I intend saying on the subject. Please let it drop.'

But Emma had to ask again if it were possible for Louise to return to the Winnicks' home. He shook his head.

'It happens to have been rented out,' he explained briefly, and Emma bit her lip.

She wanted to argue, to persist until he gave in-what a hope! This man never gave in! He was like some despot whose every word and command had to be obeyed!

At last, admitting defeat, she rose from her chair. But Paul Fanchette halted her intended departure with the very logical statement, 'If your sister is so unhappy then she herself could break the contract and leave her post.' Something subtle in the words and Emma paused, irresolute for a long moment before phrasing a reply.

'I think you know why she doesn't, Monsieur Fanchette. Louise finds you… attractive….' She trailed off, frowning, and her companion laughed in that special way that was hateful to her ears.

'That was difficult for you, wasn't it? Your reluctance stood out a mile.'

'Just as your pomposity stands out a mile!' she retorted from her place by the door. 'Never have I met anyone so puffed up with his own importance. One day someone will bring you down to earth-and the sooner the better.' She had a hand on the brass doorknob and she turned it. 'I said I'd be here for two weeks but it won't be anywhere near that long! I have no wish to accept your hospitality, Monsieur Fanchette, and I shall be leaving immediately I can arrange a flight!' She flung wide the door, but again he halted her departure.

'You said a few hours ago you were intending to stay at an hotel, but you changed your mind, and the reason is obvious: you would have had to give your sister an explanation which, of course,' he added with amused mockery, 'you were not inclined to do. And now you threaten to leave almost immediately, but again you will have to produce some reason.' He stopped to look directly at her before resuming, 'What reason do you have, Miss Carpenter?'

She ground her teeth, temper blazing within her. Tense moments passed before she asked curiously, 'Wouldn't you be glad to see me go? I mean-' She was suddenly embarrassed. 'You dislike me as much as you dislike my sister, so-'

'I haven't expressed my dislike, nor have I given you any sign that it is as you say.'

Nerves tensed; she felt she ought to be making a speedy escape but some force beyond her control kept her where she was. This man possessed an invincible power which, she felt sure, he could at will exert over anyone he chose… especially over women.

'I don't think I-I understand,' she stammered, her eyes dilating as he proceeded slowly towards her, so confident that she would stay where she was. 'I-don't you d-dare touch m-me…!' He was already touching her, holding her wrist, painlessly but firmly for all that.

'Perhaps I can make you understand,' he murmured, drawing her away from the door and deliberately kicking it shut with the toe of one immaculate, patent leather shoe. 'Dislike you?' His eyes seemed to kindle with desire as he added smoothly, 'On the contrary, I find you enticingly attractive-very different from your sister who is so transparent.' Another small pause during which Emma vaguely wondered why she wasn't struggling for freedom or even threatening to scream. Instead, she merely attempted to avoid the lips that were coming down to fasten themselves to hers. But even as she averted her head, she felt a strong hand beneath her chin, and she was compelled to lift her face. His arms were about her slender frame, his mouth wide and sensuous, poised for the mastery of the victor. He was so sure of himself! And Emma felt weak and helpless… and already aware of rising emotions. The kiss was lacking in any kind of respect, and the roving hands seemed to hold a spell under whose influence she was swiftly falling. He caressed her nape, tormenting with unendurable mastery and persistence, while his iron-hard body pressed to hers until she felt moulded to its shape. Tremors shuddered through her frame-glorious emotional experiences which awakened a fierce, reluctant longing and set her senses strumming with erotic intensity. One hand was clasping her body tightly, while the other was now in possession of a captured breast, flesh bared, though she did not know how or when he had slipped one thin strap from her shoulder. The moist mouth was mobile and demanding, compelling her to part her lips. The thrust of his tongue sent shudders of ecstasy through every nerve cell in her being and she heard her own reluctant murmur… a plea… for what…?

Her hands were resting on his shoulders; she wanted to touch his nape, spread her fingers into his hair, arch her body even closer so that she would be aware of his manhood. But a certain shyness mingled with the vague awareness that she ought not to have allowed herself to be in this position at all. But it was too late for protests and struggles as one hand slid right down over her thigh to curl itself around her lower curves, while the fingers of the other hand employed their experienced finesse in manipulating the nipple, coercing it to a hard bud of desire. The ache of longing spread into Emma's loins as erotic sensations burst into life, setting her entire body on fire. Her breathing became erratic; she knew a dryness in her mouth and throat and swallowed convulsively. He had lifted the hem of her dress, and she felt him quiver as his roving hand caressed the silk of her flesh.

'Yes,' he breathed throatily, his mouth almost buried in her shoulder, 'you're very different from your sister. I have a mind to take you, and keep you for a while. Let's go up to my room-you're trembling,' he murmured and laughed. 'It's nothing to the way you will feel in a few moments-'

'No!' At last sanity was returning, and she thrust him away, taking him by surprise. 'Oh, how could I let myself-! I hate you!' she cried, pummelling at his chest in her frenzy of temper. 'I hate you! Do you hear?'

'Cut out the hysterics,' was his heartless response as with brutal force he jerked her roughly to him again. This time his passion was so unbridled that she was carried into a raging tempest that sent her head spinning, her senses reeling, so that for several seconds she seemed to be poised on the brink of oblivion. His whipcord-hard body was all but possessing hers as his male hardness was thrust against her soft, vulnerable flesh, and the hands pressing her to him were merciless in their strength as once again, but weakly now, Emma made some attempt at escape. Shudders of ecstasy ripped through her, and she felt then that she was lost.

A cry-a plea-left her lips; she felt it was a futile attempt, but to her amazement he released the pressure and within a moment he was cool and collected-a miraculous transformation! He stood away, a twisted smile on his lips, his dark eyes narrowed as if he would conceal the passion still to be seen within their depths.

'Why did I stop?' He was asking himself the question, and he shook his head and said with the hint of a frown, 'I shall never know.' He walked away to pour himself a drink then turned, half expecting her to be gone. But instead she had sunk weakly into a chair, ashamed of her fatigue but aware that he would know of it.

'I hate you….' She spoke softly and her mouth trembled. 'Just why are you doing this to me?'

For a full thirty seconds he seemed not to have an answer to her question. But at last he said, in that faintly accented voice which for some reason seemed very alien now, 'You appeal to me, physically, Emma, and-'

'Don't call me Emma!' she seethed. 'You know my name!'

He seemed amused, eyes glimmering.

'That temper again. I rather think I would like to curb it for you.'

She drew a breath.

'You'll not have the opportunity!' she assured him. 'I'm leaving here-'

'As I was saying,' he broke in casually, 'you appeal to me-more than any woman has for years. How would you like to stay for a while? You'd leave far richer than when you came.'

So cool! Emma gasped and shook her head. The man was crazed with his own importance to women!

'I'll bid you good night!' she said and rose unsteadily from the chair, conscious that desire was still affecting her nerves. The ache in her loins was still there, the thrilling sensation of his fingers on her breast.

'Sit down,' he advised, pointing to the chair. 'You're not yourself yet.'

She managed to get to the door.

'Think about my offer,' he said as she opened it. 'I rather have an idea you will accept it.'

'Then your head's bigger than I thought.' She waited, but he said nothing and she added with a curious inflection, 'You seem very serious about our having an affair, but have you visualised the situation it would create? My sister works here; she has a-well-liking for you. How would she feel? And do you suppose I'd be willing to hurt her?' She shook her head in faint bewilderment. 'You haven't considered anything, have you?'

'On the contrary,' he rejoined, 'I have considered every aspect. I would offer you a post in one of my offices in Saint Louis where I also own a delightful apartment, at present rented to a businessman, but he leaves in a week's time. You can have the post-and I'd see, of course, that your hours were very short-just for appearance sake and to put your sister off the scent, as it were, and live in the apartment which I would refurbish for you.' His suave voice faded as Emma shook her head in disbelief, a gasp on her lips.

'You've worked it all out?' Again she moved her head from side to side. 'How confident you must be!'

'I am, my dear, very confident. I can-' He stopped abruptly, for Emma had opened the door.

'-go to hell,' she threw over her shoulder, finishing the sentence her way. And she went out, leaving the door wide open behind her.

同类推荐
  • Prizzi's Honor

    Prizzi's Honor

    Charley Partanna works as a hitman for the Prizzis, New York's most dangerous crime family. Irene Walker does, too--an LA-based tax consultant, she moonlights as a hitwoman. And now she's stolen a large sum of money for the mob--and it's Charley's job to find her. The catch? Charley is married to Irene. Faced with divided loyalties, he must make a choice--between the only family he's ever known and the woman he loves.Prizzi's Honor was made into an award-winning film in 1985 starring Jack Nicholson, Robert Loggia, Kathleen Turner, and Anjelica Huston, who won an Academy Award for her performance. A compelling page-turner fueled by rich characterization and fast-paced prose, this book is sure to keep you on the edge of your seat.
  • Sweet Second Love

    Sweet Second Love

    Two years ago, when Linda Kendall's husband and children died in a tragic car accident, she wished she had died too--and believed that her life was over. When she accepts the position of nanny to the Conde Duarte de Dominga's three young charges, she believes she will never again feel passion for another man.But the Conde teaches her differently. Charming and handsome, his presence fills Linda with a desire she'd believed herself incapable of--and reminds her of the joys of being alive. And when he proposes marriage, Linda is tempted to accept. But can she allow herself to love again--and open up her heart once more to loss?
  • 誓言 (龙人日志系列#7)

    誓言 (龙人日志系列#7)

    在《誓言》(龙人日志#7),凯特琳和迦勒发现,自己来到了中世纪的苏格兰,在1350年,在骑士和金甲的年代,在城堡和战士的年代,在寻求传说中包含真正的龙人不死之谜的圣杯的年代。他们降落在古代的斯凯岛,一个西苏格兰偏远的岛屿,在这里,生活着最精锐的战士,而且还接受了训练,他们欣喜若狂与山姆和波利团聚,还有斯嘉丽和露丝,一个人类国王和他的战士,以及艾登所有的家族成员。在他们可以继续完成使命,找到第四把也是最后一把钥匙的之前,迦勒和凯特琳举行了婚礼。在凯特琳从没想过的惊人大背景下,精心策划了一场龙人婚礼,包括所有的古老仪式和典礼。这是由波利和其他人精心策划的,一场永恒的婚礼。凯特琳和迦勒从来都没有如此幸福过。同时,山姆和波利,连他们自己都感到惊讶的是,都深深地爱上了彼此。随着他们关系的加深,山姆用用自己的誓言,给了波利惊喜。而波利则用她自己的令人震惊的消息给了他惊喜。但这一切美好的的表面之下。布雷克再次出现了,就在她的婚礼的前一天,他对凯特琳深深的爱,威胁到了她的团聚。塞拉再次出现,也并誓言要拆散她不能拥有的爱情。斯嘉丽也是,她发现自己处于危险之中,她的深层力量开始显现——伴随着她真实父母身份的显露。最糟糕的是,凯尔也跟着穿越了回来,并找到了他的老门生,Rynd,迫使他使用他的变身技能,以欺骗和杀害凯特琳和她的朋友。当他们落入他的精心陷阱中时,凯特琳和其他人发现,自己比以往任何时候都陷入了深深的危险。这将是一场比赛,在凯特琳所珍视的人都被消灭之前,她需要找到最后的钥匙。这一次,她将不得不做出她生活中最困难的选择和牺牲。《誓言》是龙人日志第七部(继《转变》、《爱》、《背叛》、《命中注定》、《理想》、《订婚》之后) ,但它也可以作为一本独立的小说。《誓言》越有60000字。
  • The Sexual Life of Catherine M.

    The Sexual Life of Catherine M.

    A national best-seller that was featured on such lists as The New York Times, the Los Angeles Times, The Washington Post, the San Francisco Chronicle, The Boston Globe, and Publishers Weekly, The Sexual Life of Catherine M. was the controversial sleeper hit of the year. Since her youth, Catherine Millet, the eminent editor of Art Press, has led an extraordinarily active and free sexual life -- from al fresco encounters in Italy to a gang bang on the edge of the Bois du Boulogne to a high-class orgy at a chichi Parisian restaurant. A graphic account of sex stripped of sentiment, of a life of physical gratification and a relentlessly honest look at the consequences -- both liberating and otherwise -- have created this candid, powerful, and deeply intelligent depiction of unfettered sexuality.
  • 100 Strokes of the Brush Before Bed
热门推荐
  • 古城秋实

    古城秋实

    我的家乡福山城,是一座历史悠久的古城。古城的初秋是美丽的,站在青龙山顶极目远眺,红瓦绿树和流光溢彩的屋顶交相辉映下的城区,银光闪烁、蜿蜒而下的内夹河和五彩缤纷、果实累累的田园,起伏逶迤的山丘和碧波荡漾的门楼水库……构成了一幅浓墨重彩的风景画。
  • 邹韬奋作品集(中国现代文学名家作品集)

    邹韬奋作品集(中国现代文学名家作品集)

    “中国现代文学名家作品集”丛书实质是中国现代文学肇基和发展阶段的创作总集,收录了几乎当时所有知名作家,知名作品的全部。
  • 傲娇娘子擒夫记

    傲娇娘子擒夫记

    为了避免孤独终老、祸害他人,晏水月终于还是赶在十五岁的尾巴把自己嫁了出去。虽然对方是她爹临时在路边捡来的。晏水月表示:反正是入赘来的,怎么都好说。为了打发无聊时间,出来体验民间疾苦,明靖寒决定出来要饭。但是这饭还没要到,他竟然就被架出去拜了天地、入了洞房。明靖寒表示:还能不能让人愉快地要饭了?
  • 万劫武尊

    万劫武尊

    叶凡,一个受尽冷嘲热讽的少年。五年后,他带着神秘古玉踏天崛起。洗经伐髓,逆天转运。败尽圣地天才,打趴古族翘楚。逆天而行。一指崩山河,一拳灭星辰,一念碎苍穹,一剑破万法万劫加身,天地之间,唯我独尊。
  • 赚钱的艺术

    赚钱的艺术

    这本书向你推荐了二十条赚钱的建议,这些建议涉及到职业、消费习惯、学习和品质的各个方面。这些建议穿越百年的时光而来,历经岁月的考验,散发着智慧的光芒,对当下的生活依旧能产生启迪。P.T.巴纳姆是20世纪美国的传奇人物。按照当下斜杠青年的说法,P.T.巴纳姆就是最早的斜杠企业家,他是美国娱乐业巨子、节目经纪人、政治家、企业家和作家,也有自己的博物馆。25岁进入娱乐业,凭借出色的想象力和经营能力,创造了一个又一个销售神话。他名下的美国博物馆和世界大马戏团,直到今年依旧繁盛如初。《人物》杂志把P.T.巴纳姆评选为20世纪最有影响力的个人之一。本书集结了他一生的智慧,献给渴望和勇于追求财富的人。
  • 妙吉祥平等瑜伽秘密观身成佛仪轨

    妙吉祥平等瑜伽秘密观身成佛仪轨

    本书为公版书,为不受著作权法限制的作家、艺术家及其它人士发布的作品,供广大读者阅读交流。汇聚授权电子版权。
  • 灵异女学生

    灵异女学生

    (推荐校园新书:强吻99次:校草独宠小青梅)高一女学生家中突然遭遇大火,男友为救她遭遇车祸,这个案子引来了大学最有名的推理天才白马,而她的人生完全跌落深谷,意外的,她开启了灵智,拥有了一双看透事物真相的阴阳眼,她想将父母的案子重新调查,却被人说成是受到打击太大,精神不正常。紧接着,她的周边发生一连串凶杀案,她被指认成为凶手,关键时刻,白马出场,将她的嫌疑解除,然而,就在这时,白马带来了一个消息,他们前往度假山庄查案,她却发现一直陪伴在身边的男朋友,其实已经成了植物人。真相到底是什么?她看到的男朋友又是怎么回事?她和那个完美无缺的白马会产生什么样的情感纠葛?
  • 重生俏公主

    重生俏公主

    一世昏然,最后一杯毒酒了残生,却有幸重回到十四岁那年。彼时家族还在,幼妹尚存,一切的悲剧和灾难都还没有发生。凤薇想,今生她一定不要再重蹈前世的覆辙,她要挽回家族倾颓的命运,护下幼妹性命,还要为家国的父老,谋一个平稳安定的未来!未来的道路荆棘满地,她愿手持利剑,一人喁喁独行,只为谋取一个温暖的锦绣明天!凤有翎羽,命之所系,触之者死!然而漫漫长路,她却遇见了一个愿一心一意护持她的人,是顺从心意还是坚定意志?家国身份,恩怨纠葛,她满目苍茫,又该何去何从?新书《纨绔乐妃:至尊鬼帝霸宠妻》发布,欢迎围观收藏~~~
  • 烽烟狼卷

    烽烟狼卷

    慈不掌兵,善不为将,被温暖推入黑暗,随信任跃入深渊。。。。。。
  • 樱花情人

    樱花情人

    《樱花情人》描述了一段刻骨铭心的异国情缘,感情真挚,故事感人。作品语言细腻,心理描写非常到位。