Ma femme s’appelle Eric (Passion au Manoir Pourpre t. 1)
Présentation de l’éditeur
Théodore est un homme simple, gay, discret, mais assumé, au quotidien stable. Du moins, il le suppose.
Eric se glisse tous les soirs dans la peau de la jolie Erika, serveuse transformiste au Manoir Pourpre.
Théodore et Eric ne se regardent pas. Ils ne se connaissent pas, non plus, noyés dans leurs différences. Mais quand la vie de l’un éclate sans crier gare, l’histoire décide de tisser des liens d’une toute autre manière…
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