The plot was too farfetched, easily anticipated and somewhat cheesy.Lust between a 25 and 40 year old at first sight. Being swept of ones feet, deception (somewhat), forgiveness (I guess), elements of a chase... Ehh... some parts just had to be skimmed in this book.This is NOT a dark steamy read...
Picked up this from a Goodreads list and how glad am I that i did!Pearl is an experience woman with secrets, Alexandre is a wealthy 25 year old who falls for this older lady hook, line and sinker! You'll want to smack Laura and be curious about Sophie! You'll fall harder for Alexandre because h...
This is an oh so so so good series!!!OK so Laura is completely insane - she is a hot mess. I would have never thoight she'd be this way. Alexandre is so loyal and would never hurt her so the way she is acting is just insane...Pearl has finally got it - thank goodness!!!My sweet sweet Alexandre ...
Lots of smut without the plot. It's like a hot fudge sundae without the ice cream. DNFing. Horrible first person POV
Great smut but bad descriptive words. Pearlette? V-8? Another great book, just have to finish the other 2 books
HOOKED!!! So glad it was free!!!Alexandre is amazeballs - clearly a little damaged yet so amazingly amazing - love him!!! He is young but over the top intellegent. He knows so much and can hold his own wiht the best of the best yet can coem down to the lowest levels and still be charming and l...
I liked this book but it made me anxious when the child was kidnapped by someone she knew and pseudo-trusted and the hell that followed. At that point I'd invested such time into the book I felt like I needed to see it through. But truth told, had I been more aware of the way the story would ...
I HEARD MUTED screams and cries. Not human. Relentless. Piercing. Begging cries. But coming from another place, somewhere distant. I couldn’t work out where I was. I remembered being at the Bellagio. I could hear my stomach rumble. My head was light. Dizzy. All I could think of was food and how h...
She left her phone behind so I couldn’t call her. I stood in the spare room—Elodie’s clothing and make-up scattered all over the floor. I had no idea where she had gone. Out for breakfast? Would she be back any moment? I was contemplating contacting Sophie but my sister got there first. I answere...
No news. Disappeared into thin air. The more I was finding out, the more painful their betrayal was. Star betraying her profession, and Leo betraying me. I’d given him a chance. Plucked him from obscurity. Star was being given a chance, too, by the studio—the role of a lifetime—and she was throwi...
Film wasn’t like theater. They put a bit of silver duct tape on the floor, which you had to reach every single take but without looking down. Casually walk to “hit your mark” as if it was the most natural thing in the world, making sure you stood not an inch away from it. Filming is mechanical; y...
I had ten messages on my voicemail, more than half of which were from various women in my life: three from Sophie, all business calls except the last—she was curious as to where I’d been all day, and wondered who the lucky woman was. It seemed that it was my karma to attract jealous women, even m...
The atmosphere was charged with sex, the heat between us near to boiling point—we needed no actual words to communicate. We were on our way back to his hotel, driving in his ginormous private limo, the chauffeur not able to see us because of the privacy divider, but by now, I was a little nervous...
Janice asked as she arranged a huge bouquet of white lilies in a vase, picking off leaves here and there and inhaling the overpowering aroma that was floating about my upstairs living room. Flowers arrived all the time from fans, or actor friends just wanting to say hi, or agents trying to poach ...