Name: honey flava (en Inglés)
Price: 27470.00 CLP
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Author: Zane
ISBN: 9781476710556

Formato

Libro Físico

Ilustrado por

Agurtzane Intxaurraga Etxebarria

Editorial

Atria Books

Autor

Zane

Idioma

Inglés

Encuadernación

Tapa Blanda

Dimensiones

21.6 x 14.0 x 1.8 cm

Peso

0.30 kg.

ISBN

1476710554

ISBN13

9781476710556

Categorías

Incluye material o contenido explícito u ofensivo
Antologías
Ficción literaria
Ficción erótica

honey flava (en Inglés)

Agurtzane Intxaurraga Etxebarria (Ilustrado por) · Atria Books · Tapa Blanda

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Reseña del libro "honey flava (en Inglés)"

Another in the Zane bestselling Flava anthology series--a readable feast of eroticism--as she collects sexy stories featuring an African American and Asian mix of characters, including an original story by Zane. These are juicy spicy short stories about romance and erotica that crosses color lines with vibrant interracial romances between Asian and African American characters. so rather than give away the plots, how about a few teasers--a series of lines serving as samples: From "The Meaning of Zhuren: " When Dirk asked Jean how to say "master" in Chinese, the first time they dated, she answered, "Zhuren." Little did she know what "Zhuren" would mean to her in the coming days. From "Pins and Needles: " When she turned around, she was holding onto a thin black vase inscribed with a yellow diamond and a red Kanji character. Sticking out of the top of the vase was a set of acupuncture needles. "No," I said, shaking my head. Miki smiled, with a glint in her eye that said she had me right where she wanted me. From "The Dragon's Breath: " He began at the shoulder and wove the rope--over and around, tucked, pulled and then over and around again--until it reached her wrist...His fingers were elegant and swift as he made the loops into a golden crochet pattern over her skin. From "Geisha Girl: " The next few hours were spent dancing with Chika, pouring tea smiling at unsuspecting patrons. None of them knew who she was inside. None of them knew what she wanted.