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I smirked. “Yeah, this is hot,” Raghu spoke, drooling over the cover. Both Sri and I knew that he was not admiring the girl featuring on the cover. He was drooling over the bare-chested man whose body was shining like diamonds. “How do you read this and not get aroused?” Raghu enquired. “It’s personal,” I spoke, getting red in the face. How could I tell how aroused I was feeling just now but had no one to share that arousal with! I snatched the book and hid it in my bag.

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Kate waited patiently for Harry's return from France. His consistent letters filled with many pending promises never made Kate doubt his love for her. She didn't mind the years that passed her by and eventually becoming a spinster. Soon the letters stopped coming, Harry also stopped replying to any of Kate's letters and it looked like he'd totally vanished from the face of the earth. Until one fateful day, news about Harry's death reached the household and all of Kate's dreams and aspirations were also dead that very day. Now passed the age of receiving young and eligible suitors, Kate became a lonely wallflower residing in a corner of the Monterrey mansion, receiving everyone's pity and

Bri hadn’t delved into what we were just censored the information she was willing to offer Mabel in order to protect the rest. Bri was laid out across a blanket on the dock skin rubbed down with citronella to ward off the mosquitos as she read a new book. I had brought her a new pile back from the library. She was clad in only a sports bra and shorts, her bare feet crossed and bent over her beautiful ass. I crawled up next to her peering down at the book she was already halfway through. “What is it about?” “A girl tricked by fairies, to be their savior,” she said. I chuckled.

She put on a devious smile, straightened up and lifted the open manuscript up – very much like a grandmother who is about to read a lovely goodnight story to a child. “Let me read to you from this chapter,” she chirped. “It’s titled – and I quote –B-J.” Jack swallowed. Obviously this book really was X-rated. “P Jas in pajamas?” he asked quickly. Sarah shook her head. “Nooo,” she drawled. “NotP-Jas in pajamas,B-Jas in –“ “Brother Joe?” Jack blurted out as if he was in the final round of a TV quiz show. “Orbad Jack?” He batted his eyes.

“Well, Zeke’s a nice enough guy but maybe not the sharpest needle in the haystack. One of many reasons we only briefly dated.” The two dug into their meals, and Brad had to admit to himself that Bias was right, the food was absolutely delicious. Spicy and flavorful. Bias was scarfing down his food as if he were going into hibernation soon. “Speaking of you being a famous writer,” Bias said when he finally came up for air, “after you left Book Lady yesterday, I picked up another one of your books.” “Really? Which one?” “The collection, Dark Corners. I read the first four stories before bed last night, and I have to say I really enjoyed them.”

The first review I read was from a literary publication that described the book as unflinching and specific and written with the particular authority of someone who had lived inside the thing she was describing rather than observing it from outside. The second review used the phrase inside view. Not from the methodology. From the book. From the chapter about the Marlowe's dinner and eating the meal alone and going home with every piece of yourself intact. The third review was not a professional review. It was a message in the Aldrich Press reader feedback system, forwarded to me by Patricia. A woman who identified herself only as M. She said she had bought the book on Tuesday. She said she w

Why's Barnes now looking as though he was cooking for the whole of Africa? "Yep obviously, since I just saw the super talented photographer's work." she gave a sobered up Toby, a glance. "...and now, these books!" "What books?" Toby asked with an etched eyebrow, watching Yara pull out a big sized novel from the shelf and Barnes smile proudly.

There is no mate bond, but having him close makes me feel more secure. “I can’t wait for you to see this.” He rubs his thumb on the top of my hand as he leads me to a store. It’s rare Bronx gets so excited about surprising me. We approach a bookstore with a dusty, old window display. In gold paint, there is a picture of a pan flute and a goat. The images are peeling and sundried as if they’ve been there forever. Over the pictures are the words ‘The Barded Goat Used & Collectible Books’.