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Mas se fosse por ele,  nunca iria sossegar. Por sorte, Jon tem a melhor guardiã: sua eficiente e  confiável assistente, Joceline Perry. Sem a ajuda dela, ficaria à mercê  das caçadoras de marido — mas quanto mais ele passa a contar com ela,  mais percebe quão valiosa ela realmente é...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT:115%;TEXT-INDENT:1cm;MARGIN:0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="yiv655053693MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT:115%;font-size:12pt;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apesar  de Joceline não poder negar que seu chefe é atraente, como mãe solteira  com responsabilidades ela está determinada a ser profissional. Mas  quando Jon é abordado por um criminoso procurando vingança, ela vem em  seu socorro — abastecendo a chama que está crescendo entre eles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_1_13279210071363796" style="LINE-HEIGHT:115%;TEXT-INDENT:1cm;MARGIN:0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="yiv655053693MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i id="yui_3_2_0_1_13279210071363795"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_1_13279210071363794" style="LINE-HEIGHT:115%;font-size:12pt;" &gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_1_13279210071363793"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_1_13279210071363792"  style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;strong id="yui_3_2_0_1_13279210071363791"&gt;A  medida que os atentados contra a vida de Jon aumentam, Joceline  permanece ao seu lado. Mas quando a fumaça se dissipar, será que o homem  que evitava o amor perceberá que tudo o que ele precisava estava ali o  tempo todo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219829505033248835-8282549636258170133?l=crepsculoflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Após ser arrancada dos braços de Cameron  Monroe, o homem a quem confiara seu coração, ela foi jogada às garras do  cruel e impiedoso lorde Dunstan, o escolhido de seu avô para  desposá-la. Decidida a fazer valer seus sentimentos e não os desejos  insanos do patriarca dos Stanhope, ela o desafiou, mas cedeu a uma  ardilosa chantagem para proteger seu amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 42.55pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 42.55pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Ele estava decidido a duelar com o destino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 42.55pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Cameron  jamais se esqueceu da humilhação que sofreu. Após 13 anos, ele retorna à  propriedade dos Stanhope para um ajuste de contas. Afinal, tornou-se um  homem rico e poderoso, com recursos ilimitados para destruir a família  que o renegou. E ele tem somente uma exigência: que Angela se torne sua  esposa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 42.55pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Mas será que a paixão de Angela e Cameron resistirá a terríveis revelações?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219829505033248835-4747596777033953411?l=crepsculoflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Os dois  não poderiam ser mais diferentes entre si, e no entanto, quando uma  paixão alucinante explode entre ambos durante uma festa, Christobel  percebe que aquele homem pode ser seu par perfeito, em todos os  sentidos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: .65pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric; text-indent: 34.55pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: .65pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric; text-indent: 34.55pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: .65pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric; text-indent: 34.55pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c5000b; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;LIÇÕES DE PRAZER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: .65pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric; text-indent: 34.55pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Víctoria Dahl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: .65pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric; text-indent: 34.55pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: .65pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric; text-indent: 34.55pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Recém-casada  com seu amado James, Sarah Hood deveria estar radiante de felicidade...  mas a proximidade tão íntima com um homem a deixa ansiosa. James,  porém, pretende despertar Sarah para o esplendor de dar e receber  prazer, e solidificar uma verdadeira união de corpo e alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219829505033248835-8386812143830383416?l=crepsculoflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ele tem passado as duas  últimas semanas recebendo as imagens e caindo no fundo da luxúria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN:justify;LINE-HEIGHT:150%;TEXT-INDENT:42.55pt;MARGIN:0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="yiv1314958698MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT:150%;font-family:'serif';font-size:12pt;"  &gt;Mas  quando Garrett vê um homem em uma máscara preta de esqui entrar  sorrateiramente no quarto de sua vizinha sexy, ele não sabe que será o  único capturado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN:justify;LINE-HEIGHT:150%;TEXT-INDENT:42.55pt;MARGIN:0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="yiv1314958698MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT:150%;font-family:'serif';font-size:12pt;"  &gt;Jayne  tem uma vida agradável com um bom amante, que vê suas necessidades, mas  ela ainda está atraída pelo homem solitário do outro lado da rua. Ela  tem estado compartilhando suas fantasias mais profundas com ele de  longe, mas está pronta para aumentar as apostas. Quando ela fala com  Richard para adotar um cenário perigoso, tudo funciona como planejado.  Só que Garrett não está feliz com o jogo. E tem reservas porque ela já  tem um amante, e ele não está em trios. Acredito que ela vai ter que  convencê-lo do contrário. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219829505033248835-2623521133222966207?l=crepsculoflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas um encontro desafortunado com uma bruxa sedutora o amaldiçoou para sempre. Agora, quer encontrá-la novamente ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Copperplate Gothic Light', sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;EM PERIGO E DESEJO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lady Catherine é uma moça bonita de origem nobre ou plebeia, ela não sabe. Sofrendo de amnésia, está desesperada para encontrar a verdade sobre quem realmente é ... ou, pelo menos, encontrar alguém que inspire uma memória intensa ou emoção. 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O que acontece quando três mulheres loucas por aventuras encontram três pedaços de mau caminho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Um homem de verdade - Kimberly Raye&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Cheryl  Anne Cash é instrutora oficial de prazeres. E ela mal pode esperar para  mostrar suas novas habilidades ao seu ex-amante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Bad boy - Alison Kent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Tess Autrey não é nenhuma oferecida, mas quando conhece um rancheiro de tirar o fôlego ela começa a rever sua estratégia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;O amor está no ar - Cara Summers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Já  faz alguns meses que o sexy Texas Ranger de Macy desapareceu no ar... e  agora ele está de volta! 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Após ser arrancada dos braços de Cameron  Monroe, o homem a quem confiara seu coração, ela foi jogada às garras do  cruel e impiedoso lorde Dunstan, o escolhido de seu avô para  desposá-la. Decidida a fazer valer seus sentimentos e não os desejos  insanos do patriarca dos Stanhope, ela o desafiou, mas cedeu a uma  ardilosa chantagem para proteger seu amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 42.55pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 42.55pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Ele estava decidido a duelar com o destino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 42.55pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Cameron  jamais se esqueceu da humilhação que sofreu. Após 13 anos, ele retorna à  propriedade dos Stanhope para um ajuste de contas. Afinal, tornou-se um  homem rico e poderoso, com recursos ilimitados para destruir a família  que o renegou. E ele tem somente uma exigência: que Angela se torne sua  esposa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 42.55pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Mas será que a paixão de Angela e Cameron resistirá a terríveis revelações?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219829505033248835-1195567924196921938?l=crepsculoflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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