LoveStar, the enigmatic and obsessively driven founder of the LoveStar corporation, has unlocked the key to transmitting data via birdwaves, thus freeing mankind from wires and devices, and allowing consumerism, technology, and science to run rampant over all aspects of daily life. Cordless modern m
Lovestorm
✍ Scribed by Susan Johnson
- Year
- 2011
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 210 KB
- Category
- Fiction
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
✦ Synopsis
Desperate to avoid a loathsome match, Zena Turku ran from the glittering
ballroom into a snowy night - and threw herself on the mercy of a darkly
handsome stranger. He was her only hope of escape, her one guarantee of safe
passage to her home in the Causasus Mountains. But Prince Alexander Kuzan
mistook the alluring redhead for a lady of the evening, the perfect plaything to
relieve the boredom of his country journey.
Only after her exquisite
innocence was revealed did the most notorious rake in St. Petersburg realize
that his delicious game of seduction had turned into a conquest of his
heart....
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