Forbidden Attraction - Jasmim

Forbidden Attraction - Jasmim

Nay Lisboa

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Jasmim is a sweet girl in the midst of a life that turned bitter at the age of five when she lost her father, a soldier in the Brazilian army, in the line of duty. Now at twenty-three, returning home from a past she wishes to forget with all her might, all this beautiful and sweet woman wants is to take care of her mother, work in his restaurant, and attend college of visual arts so she can finally fulfill her dream of becoming a great photographer. But all this will be but a blur when she comes face to face with her new neighbor Meyer. At twenty-five, as charismatic as he is problematic, the young German is returning to Brazil with his mother to run the Meyer Haus, a nightclub that hides the big international traffic Meyer runs on behalf of his father. Two different worlds, opposites, that will connect in an intense and inexplicable way. Daughter of a military man, military man is. Mafioso's son, mafioso is! Can love change two considerably opposite destinies? Or are they not so opposite? Come and find out!

Chapter 1 Author's Notes...

Hello, for all of you who are reading a work of mine for the first time, you may have noticed that I have a peculiar taste for book names with flower names, well, it wasn't the first and it won't be the last, this is the second book in the series: Sweet Temptation! I have to say that it is not a sequel, as it contains an independent storyline... However, I advise you to read the first book, called: Cattleya, because it is quite a read!

Thank you very much for taking the time to read one of my books, I am grateful to you for making my wildest dreams become so real... I keep telling my husband - and thank you, my love, for supporting me so well with my parallel world - that I live in many worlds at the same time and sometimes it becomes unbearable. But I have to say; it was fucked up living with Jass and Ary, I love this woman with all my might, and although my female characters named after flowers are always fucked up, this one was pretty special. It was maddening, and amazing at the same time to live with each one who lived in this book throughout the creation process, it was nice to get to know a little more of Ms. Marilia. And just as you will react, keep in mind that it was the same with me. I thrilled, I cried, and I was surprised at every turn. Like you, I never know how my books will turn out? They present themselves to me and make me write them over nights, for hours and hours, until they are finished and I can live in peace. So; thank you from the bottom of my heart for giving me the privilege of showing you a little bit of my crazy universes.

Note: Throughout the reading you will come across many phrases or words in German language, so that you can understand what is being spoken, I advise you to follow the reading with the Google translator app in the background...

I hope from the bottom of my heart that you love this book, as much as I loved writing it, and if you do, look for more of my work... I look forward to your feedback! Happy reading!

Sincerely, Nay Lisboa.

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