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From #1 "New York Times" bestselling author Sylvia Day comes the provocative masterstroke of abandon and obsession that redefined the meaning of desire and became a global phenomenon... "Gideon Cross came into my life like lightning in the darkness." He was beautiful and brilliant, jagged and white-hot. I was drawn to him as I'd never been to anything or anyone in my life. I craved his touch like a drug, even knowing it would weaken me. I was flawed and damaged, and he opened those cracks in me so easily. Gideon "knew." He had demons of his own. And we would become the mirrors that reflected each others most private wounds and desires. The bonds of his love transformed me, even as I prayed that the torment of our pasts didn't tear us apart

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Bared to You, Sylvia Day

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Taal
Engels
Auteurs
Sylvia Day
Uitgever
Penguin
Jaar van publicatie
2012
Formaat
Paperback
Aantal pagina's
368
ISBN10
1405915161
ISBN13
9781405915168
Eerste editie
2012
Oorspronkelijke titel
Bared to You
Beoordeling
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From #1 "New York Times" bestselling author Sylvia Day comes the provocative masterstroke of abandon and obsession that redefined the meaning of desire and became a global phenomenon... "Gideon Cross came into my life like lightning in the darkness." He was beautiful and brilliant, jagged and white-hot. I was drawn to him as I'd never been to anything or anyone in my life. I craved his touch like a drug, even knowing it would weaken me. I was flawed and damaged, and he opened those cracks in me so easily. Gideon "knew." He had demons of his own. And we would become the mirrors that reflected each others most private wounds and desires. The bonds of his love transformed me, even as I prayed that the torment of our pasts didn't tear us apart