Reseña del libro "With a Dreamboat in a Hammock (en Inglés)"
"Sir, I am so sorry," Valynn started to apologize as her intestines began to twist themselves into knots of anxiety. "I had no idea who you were. I thought you...well, that you were here to lock up the building or something. I don't even know what I thought really...but I didn't think you were, you know, you." Valynn found herself uncharacteristically breathless as he smiled down at her and said, "It's fine. Valynn? Is that right?" "Yeah," she managed to answer. "It's good to finally meet you," he said. "And your work is..." He shook his head with admiration. "Your work really is the best I've ever seen." "Th-thank you! Wow, that means more than you can imagine...coming from you." she stammered... Instantly Valynn realized that she'd never really seen a photograph of the well-known photographer and entrepreneur. His work was so popular, as well as artistic, that she'd never paused to wonder what the man behind the camera looked like. But if she had taken a moment to wonder, she never, ever, ever would've imagined he was six foot three-ish, with gorgeous raven black hair, eyes that looked like two sapphires had been placed in them, the firmest, squarest, most perfectly shaped chin and jaw she'd ever seen on a man, and an overall appearance of just plain sigh-inducing hotness!
