Cross My Heart - Ford, Catt
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Do you believe in love at first sight? Roland Reynolds-or Lana Renault, as she's now known-knows that life is no fairy tale. Fortunately she has her trusted friends, nicknamed "the dwarfs," to keep her company. She lives her life to the fullest while keeping what's beneath her skirt to herself. American painter Daniel Hunter is no stranger to adversity either, and it's left him with not only strength but secrets. Unlike Lana, he remains aloof, content to observe life and beauty from the sidelines... until the first time their eyes meet on a crowded Paris street. Cupid's arrow finds its mark in…mehr

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Do you believe in love at first sight? Roland Reynolds-or Lana Renault, as she's now known-knows that life is no fairy tale. Fortunately she has her trusted friends, nicknamed "the dwarfs," to keep her company. She lives her life to the fullest while keeping what's beneath her skirt to herself. American painter Daniel Hunter is no stranger to adversity either, and it's left him with not only strength but secrets. Unlike Lana, he remains aloof, content to observe life and beauty from the sidelines... until the first time their eyes meet on a crowded Paris street. Cupid's arrow finds its mark in Daniel, but while Lana longs for romance, she knows there's no prince in her happy ever after. If their story is to have a fairy-tale ending, Daniel will have to convince Lana to let down her walls-and, in the process, reveal what he fears sharing the most.
Autorenporträt
Catt Ford vit derrière un écran d'ordinateur, dans un monde imaginaire où ses héros gays lui obéissent au doigt et à l'¿il. Elle aime les chats, le chocolat, le swing, dormir, les Monty Python, ses amis australiens, faire la folle, invoquer de nouvelles réalités par le pouvoir des mots, et les bouts de verre polis que l'on trouve au bord de la mer. Elle n'aime pas les chenilles, la fumée de cigarette et les ignorants qui emploient des insultes discriminantes (une tapette est un instrument pour tuer les mouches, merci bien). Perfectionniste devant l'éternel, elle se rassure en se comparant aux tisseurs de tapis perses qui intégraient volontairement une erreur à leur ouvrage pour rompre l'équilibre parfait, car seul Dieu créait des choses parfaites. Elle a choisi d'écrire de la fiction pour satisfaire un besoin de discussion intelligente, ce qui n'est possible que lorsque l'on contrôle les deux côtés du dialogue, et elle a choisi la romance érotique parce qu'elle aime les (presque) happy ends.