Set in fourth and fifth century Iran, the historical fiction at times read a bit salaciously
, though it claimed to be a chapter from the historic struggle of the working classes.
Or indeed, Peter Duncan losing out early on to some icky green stuff, and Ornella Muti's salaciously
seductive turn as the conniving Princess Aura?
To be a woman in public service is to risk having one's private life being trotted out and discussed salaciously
if you say something out of line.
It is this last feature that has been most prominently trumpeted in the Indonesian media, sometimes almost salaciously
so, by promoters and detractors alike.
Part of the "James Patterson's Bookshots: Flames" series created especially for connoisseurs short yet sweet original romance novels, Learning to Ride is the salaciously
sexy story of rodeo king Tanner Callen and New York beauty Madeline Harper.
It was "a very public blade job, a salaciously
mesmerising, well-constructed, unanswerable work of middle-class revenge," the New York Observer wrote of the memoir in 1998.
When Leoporello salaciously
asks him for the details of a conquest "in order to put it on the list," Don Giovanni does not even deign to respond.
Furthermore, she is described either in terms of her virginity or non-virginity, as Cross deems her angelically innocent or salaciously
experienced depending on his mood, and, as Smith previously noted, her allegedly cold words are often "paraphrased" (25) by the subjective narrator.
He smiled salaciously
, revealing more gaps than teeth.
The authors give her space and allow her a history so that her story is round and complicated--not salaciously
sensationalized a la Oscar Lewis's "culture of poverty" renditions (such as in his 1966 book La Vida: A Puerto Rican Family in the Culture of Poverty, San Juan and New York).
And yet the central convergence of stalks at the work's intricate center reveals more salaciously
anatomical material: Me Hugh mischievously taking to an intensified graphic level what might be discreetly implied in, say, a painting by Georgia O'Keeffe.
In saying that, if any of the seven hot Mothers I'd Like to Facebook who were salaciously
cackling over their meal in the study want to get in touch, the email address is a the bottom of the page.