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The Red Journal, Tony Blake


Title: Red Journal
Author: Tony Blake
Editorial: Talisman
Genre: Romantic
Erotica Starring: Lauren Ash & Nick Armstrong
Plot: Lauren Ash
daughter of a wealthy businessman has decided to repaint his luxurious home. What I never imagined that he was hired for the job is Nick Armstrong. This has a deep hatred for Henry Ash and who blame him for the disgrace of his family. He also feels a kind of aversion face Lauren because she has had all kinds of privileges that he and his brothers were private.
Nick at first does not take the job but eventually agrees.
The first time you see can not be more sensual. And from that moment will feel an irresistible attraction.
Lauren One day Nick comes up in his house and catches the attention a book with red covers. When you read what is written here is surprised and a little feeling of guilt I still read every day he can.
Nick's affection will change to attract love. And the fantasies contained in the red day will come true to win Lauren.
But: "Lauren will forgive
Nick that their privacy had been violated in such a way?

Personal opinion:

enough and I liked the book hooked me as I read it in one night. To me erotic novels but I do not like this has been a pleasant surprise. It's in the environment a beautiful love story. Although the background story is a bit trite, little rich girl, poor boy rich daddy to little girls of 20 years.
is not a book with "a lot" erotic charge to this subgenre. And the truth is that I was expecting triplets, cursing and very few credible situations, but successfully, it was not.
The star made me a bit of nerves with its complex of people think it is as a close friend. And Nick thought that Laura only saw him as a "commoner."
What did I have to admit that the pages of the red star and I only read one other I break because I did not add anything to the development of the novel.
I would like the author tie the loose ends that left. The relationship Dhabi, younger brother Nick with psychological problems, a supermarket worker in a wheelchair. And Elaine, sister of the protagonist, with a man.

Global Note: 7

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I missed you and you did nothing to calm my restlessness. Were too far away. Remember your good manners, I was doing the kind words and your eternal smile. I closed
eyes and cried. Every tear shed meant nothing. You kept away. I wanted to hold you close to me, and tell you importate chincharte you were.
remembered the first time I saw you. You sat alone, were surrounded by strangers but were quiet and observing everything carefully. At that moment I knew that you would be my friend. I knew as clearly as I brought my 14 years.
The Guardian digress for one hour. I did not attended to what he said was too absorbed in my thoughts. When I finish the class I come to you and introduce myself. That was the beginning of our friendship.
I huddled in the small space sofa and recalled the times when we laughed at the bad Samuel jokes, and listened to the plans that we conducted Carlos and I and that in most of the time fighting ended in absurd, as with his easy laugh Jorquiera soften the environment and your inability to say no. Dragons were the dreamers tireless, courageous and willing to fight the fight the other.
When reminded me envy that Samuel and I felt wonderful gift for your smile. We were not able to make a decent face while your in minutes to a beautiful picture.
Remember recess in the library? As Sueiro came to bother us and freak out with bad manners and class after you were spending our attention because in the background also was one of us.
The fatal fall playing volleyball where dignity I slipped my own pants and I dropped the ball across the face. As you all reísteis me and to the absurdity of the situation I joined the laughter as a few hours later he had to walk with a collar.
The last day I saw you. We were in the pavilion. It was the last set of a volleyball game and I left you with a simple goodbye. There were no words of appreciation, and hugs and a lot less tears of longing.
always remember you, forever be my soul mate and never open another until then.
Tears run down my face, but now regret it can not with me, and I'll see you in your eyes I can see the excitement of meeting again.