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Su draugu išvažiavusi studijuoti į tą patį universitetą, Žaklina nė nenumanė, kad jau kitais metais jis ją paliks.
Žaklina jaučiasi sugniuždyta: vieniša, įskaudinta, buvę tariamieji draugai jos vengia, be to, jai pirmą kartą gresia susikirsti per egzaminą.
Žaklinai išėjus iš nemielo studentų vakarėlio, ją užpuola vienas studentų brolijos narys. Tik netikėtai pasirodęs nepažįstamasis merginą išgelbsti.
Mergina kimba į mokslus ir trokšta pamiršti nelemtą naktį. Jos gelbėtojas Lukas, per ekonomikos paskaitą sėdintis galinėje auditorijos eilėje, nuolat į ją žvilgčioja ir kažką paišo užrašų knygutėje. Draugės mano, kad šis vaikinas puikiai tiktų Žaklinai atsigauti po išsiskyrimo su draugu, tačiau kol kas juodu skiria nematoma siena.
Užpuolikui nesiliaujant Žakliną persekiojus, jai reikia rinktis: prisipažinti pralaimėjus arba išmokti kovoti ir duoti persekiotojui atkirtį. Lukas pasiryžęs ją ginti, bet jis turi ir savų paslapčių.
„Lengvai į ją panirau ir drąsiai siūlau kitiems. Noriu tokių daugiau. Bet geriausia, kad knygą LENGVA įvertinti, nes nekyla nė menkiausios abejonės – ji man patiko. Nuo pat pirmų puslapių nepajėgiau jos padėti ir labai nenorėjau, kad ji baigtųsi.“
Maryse – Maryse.net
280 pages, Hardcover
First published May 25, 2012
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“Love is not the absence of logic
but logic examined and recalculated
heated and curved to fit
inside the contours of the heart”
Love is not the absence of logic but logic examined and recalculated - heated and curved to fit inside the contours of the heart
"When I registered for econ, I had no idea that I'd be in for this level of reality-show drama. It's like a big fat bonus."
"What's wrong?" His hands gripped my elbows as I stared up at him. He was wearing drawstring pajama bottoms and a dark t-shirt, the sexy lines of his tattoos spilling from his sleeves to his wrists. He also wore thin, black-framed glasses that accentuated the blue in his eyes and his dark lashes.
I was shocked, and a little embarrassed, but once glance at his face told me he savored my body's response, and his ability to trigger it.



He watched her, but never knew her. Until thanks to a chance encounter, he became her savior…
The attraction between them was undeniable. Yet the past he’d worked so hard to overcome, and the future she’d put so much faith in, threatened to tear them apart.
“The night we met-I'm not like that guy." His jaw was rigid.
"I know tha-" He placed a finger over my lips, his expression softening.
"So I don't want you to feel pressured. Or overpowered. But I do, absolutely, want to kiss you right now. Badly.”

“As for being somewhere you're not supposed to be--Maybe you're here for a reason, or there is no reason.”

“We talked--recent history only--and Lucas relayed the story of how Francis came to be his roommate. "He showed up at the door one night, demanding to be let in. Napped on the sofa for an hour, then demanded to be let out. It turned into a nightly ritual, with him staying longer and longer, until at some point I realized he'd moved in. He's basically the most brazen squatter ever.”


“He brushed my tears from my face. "How did I find you?”

“Please touch me. I need you to touch me.”

“Now don't laugh 'cause I just might be the soft curve in your hardline.”
“As for being somewhere you're not supposed to be-Maybe you're here for a reason,or there is no reason.”
He brushed my tears from my face.
“How did I find you?”
“The way he kissed me felt like a brand.Like he was tattooing himself under my skin.”