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Taschenbuch. Condizione: Neu. Neuware - I have lived my whole life in Thor. It is a quaint little town in the heart of the Route 61 highway. My solitary life is just the way I like it. My life revolves around the Route 61 highway restaurant and my acute precision in preparing the best fried cod ever for the truckers who frequent my restaurant. My perfect routine is broken one night when Stefan, a young trucker, breaks my precision by flirting with me just because he is bored. He is anything but civil towards me. He only ever barks out orders at me and he hardly ever notices me. Still there is something about him which mesmerizes me- the lush depths of his soulful eyes. It is almost like he is an old soul. The moment he enters my life, I change from the clockwork woman to one who is as wild and restless just like the red in my hair.But there is something amiss about Stefan. It goes much deeper than his gruff behaviour towards me. Was he only there when I needed him most because he had to silence me How do I walk away from him and not miss him when he is gone What do I tell my heart \*\*The eyes were the window to the soul; was it not right So much depth in so young a man. He barked out, 'How much for the both of us 'I hit the ground rock bottom immediately upon hearing that deep voice of his. He had never spoken kindly to me. He had only ever barked out at me as if civil conversation with a waitress / manager / Miss Do it All at the restaurant was an alien concept to him. I wondered if he did regard me inferior. I told him the amount and he took out some notes from his pocket. Money exchanged hands with me being cautious about not touching his hands. Despite all my conscious efforts of no contact, just as I was handing him the change, he clenched my fingers together. I jolted at the abruptness of his action, wondering what came over him. The intoxicating warmth of his palms did not help ease my heightened state of emotions. Instead I felt terribly unearthed by him because at some primordial level, I felt an affinity to his touch. It was so soothing and warm, almost like a.'Heater.' I said. The words spoke themselves out before I could even think. 'I beg your pardon ' He asked. At least the question had not an ounce of his usual bark. He was instead intrigued by my wanton precision of the word.'I mean.' I paused before continuing, 'I just realised that it is getting a little draughty and cold inside.and I really should set the temperature a few degrees higher.' I said, all in one go and feeling terribly flustered. Either the warmth of his palms had diverted my attention or I did indeed feel the chill. Either way I had better adjust the thermostat to provide me with all the warmth I needed. Nothing a good, reliable, old heater could not do. I could not possibly want nor need. His palms still held my fingers in that warm clench. Did he not realize that he had my hands in his 'I'm far from cold, but I'm not the right person to ask. I was always much too warm, even as a child.' He said, looking at me in all due seriousness. His voice seemed quite civil now.Our gazes locked once again. His eyes softened on mine. And there was the bark surfacing again. 'Please keep the change. It was a good meal.'It was only then he released his clench on my fingers. I had forgotten all about the change in my clasp; the notes were crumpled to bits now. I had made much ado about nothing! It took me some time to correspond the tone of his voice to the fact that he had enjoyed the meal I cooked, however much he sounded like a disgruntled customer. When I was sorting out my delayed reaction, he felt compelled to speak, albeit rudely. However his words far from indicated displeasure.'Thank you. I will come again.' From a bark, he went to a grunt of sorts. He did not look like he wanted to come again. In fact, he looked like he was annoyed at me and I was probably the last person he wanted to see on this planet alive.…

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Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. Ana has finally decided that there is more to life than her boring administrative job. By chance, she ends up as the first personal assistant to the dashing, rogue mayor in town called Boston Wild. When they first meet, their opposing personalities clash. Ana is ever so efficient and serious while Boston is grumpy and unpredictable. Because she could not stand his attitude, she decides to train him to be the ideal gentleman for the people he served in his constituency. She makes him her project and chronicles his training in her diary. Slowly and steadily, he becomes the ideal gentleman without realizing that Ana was the mastermind behind his transformation. Amidst challenges, they gain mutual respect for each other. However, Ana knows that whilst she is drawn to him, she cannot be with him.******I was taken aback; and also stepped back in the process; leaning against the door when it could not go back further. As my high heels had tried to tramp the door as if it were the ground, I was pushed forward in the opposite direction; which was to where this brooding man was seated. He looked at me so intensely that I wanted to bolt. His green eyes plunged into mine like dripping icicles."You're deaf or something? Never, ever do that again. Do you understand? Oh, of course you didn't. You stand there like a stick insect. Yet Heaven knows what power you possess to make scratch marks on my door with that flimsy footwear of yours." He said, far too loudly like I was a great, great grandmother who was hard on hearing.I looked at the part of the door where I hit rock bottom with my shoes. There was a visible white scratch caused by my heels. "I'm sorry. This is the first time I am using your door." I said. I guess it sounded silly but I just said it out. It was the truth."I can get some varnish to get rid of the scratch." I said, feeling bad about the whole scenario.And I have yet to introduce myself to my new boss.He crossed his arms defensively."And you think varnish works? Silly creature, it does not. You need a wax crayon to fill in the scratch." He said. I had no idea what a wax crayon was but no matter. After all, I was called a silly creature already. "No, you had done enough to my door." He continued, trumpeting loudly as if he was promulgating the King's wishes in a public square right in the middle ages.With a funny looking hat and colourful costume, he would look right at home. It was how I imagined those funny characters in cartoons. "It's hardly visible, being right at the bottom of the door. No one will look there." I said. I was now quite defensive. It was strange, given that I am usually a docile person. I always went with the flow. I never felt the urge to justify myself or speak my mind in public. I felt that there was no need. My self-worth did not depend on being right to other people. As long as I knew I was right; it was enough. "What kind of employee bangs my door the first day she arrives and then scratches my door with those power heels on her flimsy strappy shoes?" He said aloud.He gazed directly at me. So much blue in his eyes. So much obstinate character and passion. For a while, I was mesmerized. I could only gaze at his enigmatic face. "No answer, huh? Just like I've expected." He said, grumbling. "No, I have an answer." I said. Drat. Why was I in a combat position of all days? I was highly strung by the grumpy arrogance which filled the whole of this man. "Oh, you do? What is it?" He asked."No employee in her right thinking mind would do as I did. But then again, it was an accident. I didn't know, Sir, that your door could be so loud and hard. Being so, I didn't know that it could be that fragile not to withstand a tiny scratch from, like you said - my flimsy strappy shoes!" I said. My answer caught him by surprise. His mouth opened wide. It would be the first of the many times I would Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…

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Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. I have lived my whole life in Thor. It is a quaint little town in the heart of the Route 61 highway. My solitary life is just the way I like it. My life revolves around the Route 61 highway restaurant and my acute precision in preparing the best fried cod ever for the truckers who frequent my restaurant. My perfect routine is broken one night when Stefan, a young trucker, breaks my precision by flirting with me just because he is bored. He is anything but civil towards me. He only ever barks out orders at me and he hardly ever notices me. Still there is something about him which mesmerizes me- the lush depths of his soulful eyes. It is almost like he is an old soul. The moment he enters my life, I change from the clockwork woman to one who is as wild and restless just like the red in my hair.But there is something amiss about Stefan. It goes much deeper than his gruff behaviour towards me. Was he only there when I needed him most because he had to silence me? How do I walk away from him and not miss him when he is gone? What do I tell my heart? **The eyes were the window to the soul; was it not right? So much depth in so young a man. He barked out, "How much for the both of us?"I hit the ground rock bottom immediately upon hearing that deep voice of his. He had never spoken kindly to me. He had only ever barked out at me as if civil conversation with a waitress / manager / Miss Do it All at the restaurant was an alien concept to him. I wondered if he did regard me inferior. I told him the amount and he took out some notes from his pocket. Money exchanged hands with me being cautious about not touching his hands. Despite all my conscious efforts of no contact, just as I was handing him the change, he clenched my fingers together. I jolted at the abruptness of his action, wondering what came over him. The intoxicating warmth of his palms did not help ease my heightened state of emotions. Instead I felt terribly unearthed by him because at some primordial level, I felt an affinity to his touch. It was so soothing and warm, almost like a."Heater." I said. The words spoke themselves out before I could even think. "I beg your pardon?" He asked. At least the question had not an ounce of his usual bark. He was instead intrigued by my wanton precision of the word."I mean." I paused before continuing, "I just realised that it is getting a little draughty and cold inside.and I really should set the temperature a few degrees higher." I said, all in one go and feeling terribly flustered. Either the warmth of his palms had diverted my attention or I did indeed feel the chill. Either way I had better adjust the thermostat to provide me with all the warmth I needed. Nothing a good, reliable, old heater could not do. I could not possibly want nor need. His palms still held my fingers in that warm clench. Did he not realize that he had my hands in his?"I'm far from cold, but I'm not the right person to ask. I was always much too warm, even as a child." He said, looking at me in all due seriousness. His voice seemed quite civil now.Our gazes locked once again. His eyes softened on mine. And there was the bark surfacing again. "Please keep the change. It was a good meal."It was only then he released his clench on my fingers. I had forgotten all about the change in my clasp; the notes were crumpled to bits now. I had made much ado about nothing! It took me some time to correspond the tone of his voice to the fact that he had enjoyed the meal I cooked, however much he sounded like a disgruntled customer. When I was sorting out my delayed reaction, he felt compelled to speak, albeit rudely. However his words far from indicated displeasure."Thank you. I will come again." From a bark, he went to a grunt of sorts. He did not look like he wanted to come again. In fact, he looked like he was annoyed at me and I was probably th Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…

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Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. On a lonely night in a posh restaurant, a wealthy businessman awaits a high society call girl to accompany him for the night. She arrives only to find him pale and sunken with a ghastly air about him. His eyes; strange and wolfish; pierce hers with acute intensity; causing her to shudder in a mixture of emotions. Spellbound; a sudden rapture streaks through her entire body, causing her to momentarily abandon her detached and professional cover. As he has paid a generous sum for her, she decides to spend the night with him anyway, priding her professionalism and strict adherence to rules. He is downright rude and arrogant but she senses something is amiss in his gruff mannerism towards her. She tries to please him the way she knows best, but he refuses to sleep with her; catching her off-guard. Instead all he wants to do is talk to her. Grudgingly she obliges and this paves way to the start of an unconventional arrangement where two people from different worlds collide and seek to understand each other. Unwittingly, she helps him face the ghosts of his past while he uncovers the mystery behind the seemingly detached and emotionless woman by his side. Everything about her intrigues him. He finds out that there is more to her than which meets the eye as he wonders why she seeks to hide from him. The closer they get, the more circumstances seem to tear them apart. Ultimately they become both each other's undoing and salvation. This is the story of Lila and Matthias; two kindred souls who finally find each other through unexpected circumstances. Their story is a heart-breaking tale of fervent desire, mysterious intrigue and of the warmth of love which transcends all known boundaries. *.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*"I have yet to decipher you. You are like a strange and mysterious creature in a fairy tale. How lovely it was to feel the warmth of your hands caressing my troubled head last night! If only you knew how much it soothed me and how close to me I felt you were. Yet when you talk to me, you are detached, getting away by saying as little as possible, just like you're on autopilot. Alas, there is a fragility in you which is almost poignant, as though this surface of calmness would break if not handled the right way." He said, with an agitated tremor in his voice. Even though I was concentrating on his nose, I could not escape those eyes. They pierced me greatly and I absorbed its impact with my very own. I felt waves of emotion rush into my face, causing my eyelids to brim with tears. "You're dramatizing me into an image of sorts, to suit your own tastes." I said quietly. My eyes were heavy with tears. I felt frustration and sadness. I wanted to punch him right in the face. Was I becoming violent? Then I chided myself for my preconceived thoughts of violent behaviour. I hated violence!"That's it. I see some emotion there. You're on the defensive. You despise talk of yourself. You get upset about it." He said. "That's not true. I despise." I said, keeping my tongue in check. I was about to say "you." .".meaningless conversation." I said. "So much so that it makes you upset." He replied. He spread his arms wide. "I am nothing to you but a money-making machine. After tonight, I would never see you again. Is that not enough reason to open up to me?" He asked. "I am opening up to you in the way I know how. You are not easy to talk to." I said. "That is true. I am a brute. I meant what I said yesterday. I can do better, and I will." He said. My eyes felt the heaviness of unwanted tears."Such power though in those eyes of yours! I feel much scrutinized by you although you cannot bear to look at the brute before you." He continued. There was a summon in his voice. I could not hold back the urge not to look at him. He had called out to me from within."Finally, you look me in the eye." He Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…

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