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A Wallflower Christmas by Lisa Kleypas
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kitap lillian ve daisy nin en büyük ağabeyleri Rafe in aşkını anlatıyor.
Rafe Bowman gayet başarılı ne yaparsa yapsın babasının memnuniyeti kazanamamış ve çocukluğunu onca kardeşi olmasına rağmen yalnız geçirmiş tek arkadaşı babasının hepsini yok ettiğini sandığı ama bir tanesi kurtulan oyucak askeridir. tabi yıllar geçmiş ve bu bowman büyüyüp yakışıklı muzur ve birazda küstah , kibirli bir genç olmuştur . babası rafe i evlendirmek için ingiltere ye çağırır ve ona gayet düzgün yetişmiş aristokrat bir kız olan leydi natalie'yle evlendirme çabasını içerisine girer.ama Rafe'in çok da umrunda değildir çünkü bütün ingilizler aynıdır onun için önemli olan sonunda babasının şirketinde hisse sahibi olabilmektir.. tabi bizim duvar güllerimizde bu işin içine girerler ve leydinin yardımcısı ve arkadaşı olan Hannah yı biraz bilgi almak adına çağırırlar. tabi Rafe ,dikkafalı ve güzel hannah yı görür görmez vurulur ancak hannah sevgili natalie sinin böyle bir adamla evlenmesini istemez. :)ve bütün hikaye böylee başlar :D
benim şahsi yorumum kitap mükemmeldi , o kadar güzel diyaloglar vardı ki neredeyse hep kahkaha içindeydim. 5 kitabı olan serimizde burun farkıyla en sevdiğim 2. kitaptır. :D aynı zamanda kısadır yani çok vaktinizi de almaz, pişman olmicaksınız kesinle tavsiye ederim okuyunuz :D
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Lisa Kleypas
“The letter had been crumpled up and tossed onto the grate. It had burned all around the edges, so the names at the top and bottom had gone up in smoke. But there was enough of the bold black scrawl to reveal that it had indeed been a love letter. And as Hannah read the singed and half-destroyed parchment, she was forced to turn away to hide the trembling of her hand.

—should warn you that this letter will not be eloquent. However, it will be sincere, especially in light of the fact that you will never read it. I have felt these words like a weight in my chest, until I find myself amazed that a heart can go on beating under such a burden.

I love you. I love you desperately, violently, tenderly, completely. I want you in ways that I know you would find shocking. My love, you don't belong with a man like me. In the past I've done things you wouldn't approve of, and I've done them ten times over. I have led a life of immoderate sin. As it turns out, I'm just as immoderate in love. Worse, in fact.

I want to kiss every soft place of you, make you blush and faint, pleasure you until you weep, and dry every tear with my lips. If you only knew how I crave the taste of you. I want to take you in my hands and mouth and feast on you. I want to drink wine and honey from you.

I want you under me. On your back.

I'm sorry. You deserve more respect than that. But I can't stop thinking of it. Your arms and legs around me. Your mouth, open for my kisses. I need too much of you. A lifetime of nights spent between your thighs wouldn't be enough.

I want to talk with you forever. I remember every word you've ever said to me.

If only I could visit you as a foreigner goes into a new country, learn the language of you, wander past all borders into every private and secret place, I would stay forever. I would become a citizen of you.

You would say it's too soon to feel this way. You would ask how I could be so certain. But some things can't be measured by time. Ask me an hour from now. Ask me a month from now. A year, ten years, a lifetime. The way I love you will outlast every calendar, clock, and every toll of every bell that will ever be cast. If only you—


And there it stopped.”
Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

Lisa Kleypas
“This is how we court girls in America. We grab them and kiss them. And if they don't like it, we do it again, harder and longer, until they surrender. It saves us hours of witty repartee.”
Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

Lisa Kleypas
“If only I could visit you as a foreigner goes into a new country, learn the language of you, wander past all borders into every private and secret place, I would stay forever. I would become a citizen of you.”
Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas


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