The Japanese Mother Next Door, Vol. 1: Beneath the Apron. The Japanese Mother Next Door, #1
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- ISBN8231982523
- EAN9798231982523
- Date de parution04/05/2025
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- ÉditeurWalzone Press
Résumé
In the pristine, quiet suburbs where desire is meant to sleep soundly behind curated hedges, Eicho Akiyama drifts through her days. A devoted mother, a dutiful wife. and a woman starved for a touch her workaholic husband no longer offers. Her carefully maintained facade hides a restless sensuality, a yearning that pulses just beneath the surface of polite society. Then there's Yoji Ishikawa. The boy next door, all grown up into eighteen years of lean muscle, intense dark eyes, and a raw magnetism that pulls at something deep within Eicho.
He sees the fire she hides, the hunger Itoshi ignores. He sees her. It starts with a lingering look, a charged moment in a sun-drenched kitchen. A flimsy apron becomes an invitation, a shared glance sparks a dangerous flame. Soon, innocent proximity ignites into forbidden exploration. Feather-light touches escalate into frantic couplings on kitchen tables, risky games played under the noses of unsuspecting families, and secret signals flashed across manicured lawns.
Their hunger for each other becomes insatiable, addictive. Every stolen kiss, every desperate move deepens their connection and heightens the risk. They are consumed by a passion that feels as inevitable as it is dangerous, blurring the lines between lust, affection, and reckless obsession.
He sees the fire she hides, the hunger Itoshi ignores. He sees her. It starts with a lingering look, a charged moment in a sun-drenched kitchen. A flimsy apron becomes an invitation, a shared glance sparks a dangerous flame. Soon, innocent proximity ignites into forbidden exploration. Feather-light touches escalate into frantic couplings on kitchen tables, risky games played under the noses of unsuspecting families, and secret signals flashed across manicured lawns.
Their hunger for each other becomes insatiable, addictive. Every stolen kiss, every desperate move deepens their connection and heightens the risk. They are consumed by a passion that feels as inevitable as it is dangerous, blurring the lines between lust, affection, and reckless obsession.
In the pristine, quiet suburbs where desire is meant to sleep soundly behind curated hedges, Eicho Akiyama drifts through her days. A devoted mother, a dutiful wife. and a woman starved for a touch her workaholic husband no longer offers. Her carefully maintained facade hides a restless sensuality, a yearning that pulses just beneath the surface of polite society. Then there's Yoji Ishikawa. The boy next door, all grown up into eighteen years of lean muscle, intense dark eyes, and a raw magnetism that pulls at something deep within Eicho.
He sees the fire she hides, the hunger Itoshi ignores. He sees her. It starts with a lingering look, a charged moment in a sun-drenched kitchen. A flimsy apron becomes an invitation, a shared glance sparks a dangerous flame. Soon, innocent proximity ignites into forbidden exploration. Feather-light touches escalate into frantic couplings on kitchen tables, risky games played under the noses of unsuspecting families, and secret signals flashed across manicured lawns.
Their hunger for each other becomes insatiable, addictive. Every stolen kiss, every desperate move deepens their connection and heightens the risk. They are consumed by a passion that feels as inevitable as it is dangerous, blurring the lines between lust, affection, and reckless obsession.
He sees the fire she hides, the hunger Itoshi ignores. He sees her. It starts with a lingering look, a charged moment in a sun-drenched kitchen. A flimsy apron becomes an invitation, a shared glance sparks a dangerous flame. Soon, innocent proximity ignites into forbidden exploration. Feather-light touches escalate into frantic couplings on kitchen tables, risky games played under the noses of unsuspecting families, and secret signals flashed across manicured lawns.
Their hunger for each other becomes insatiable, addictive. Every stolen kiss, every desperate move deepens their connection and heightens the risk. They are consumed by a passion that feels as inevitable as it is dangerous, blurring the lines between lust, affection, and reckless obsession.
