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"It's really not your fault. Or mine. It's just…things escalated. And I'm not sure if it was the right time. But it's no one's fault." He sighed. "Of course it's no one's fault. It wasn't a mistake, after all. It's just…you drive me crazy. And I'm just trying to distance myself so I don't go crazy." "Go crazy, for all I care," I said. "Just…don't avoid me like that." He laughs and kisses my forehead, and then my lips. "If you say so, my lady." Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. After a few more days of soaking the last of the autumn sun and breathing in the crisp air–and finally finishing that book I was reading–we had to return to Valeria.

“Please don't tell me this is a werewolf novel or a vampire romance novel.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “No, it's a historical romance novel.” "OH!" I was amazed at Athena's persistence in getting someone to read something she loved. “How did she succeed in getting you to read this kind of book? I know you are not the romantic type of man, not even the type who likes history.”

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I need a best friend like Nicole😪) Bethel heaved a huge sigh of relief and turned around to surprisingly bump into the run-away she devil - Lady K. "Hey" she smiled at Bethel as they stood face to face. She was putting on a long red gown which exposed her cleavages - giving her the perfect s*xy look. "Hm. Never knew you were back in Dallas" Bethel said with her hands crossed. "Oh, please! Not really. I just came over for Michael's wedding. He's a friend of mine. I'll be returning to Washington first thing in the morning" . "Well, better. I think the air is more conducive without you" Bethel said and she laughed.

At the bottom of the shelf, though, were a handful of romance novels—in English, no less. I pulled out a historical romance by a favorite author of mine. I hadn’t read this one, and I’d already finished the one romance I’d brought with me. I was a total bore and preferred to read printed books still. Probably because they smelled nice. If e-readers could let out a puff of new-book scent, though, I’d buy one in a heartbeat. “The Seduction of Miss Emily Morris,” Olivier read over my shoulder. “That rather gives the plot away, no?”

I watch intently with my brows raised as he removes a sizable oil painting from its place on the wall, unveiling a hidden safe that had been seamlessly integrated into the structure. I pivot on my heel and survey the colossal collection of books that had escaped my memory until now. The tips of my fingers delicately graze the uppermost edges of the book spines as my eyes glide over the titles. My fingers hover over one book in particular. It's a book that is very improper in Alessandros’ collection. This book is a historical romance novel written by Sylvia Day. One of Roses’ all-time favourite authors. Curiosity gets the better of me and I start to slide the book out, “come here, tesoro.” I

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They have merged at this point and it is all just thoughts of Adriana. I ignored my body’s reaction to her and got ready to indulge in doing something she loved. I could connect with her through this. I started reading, and sure enough, it sounded like a fucking love story. Who the hell would romanticize history for heaven’s sake? It is written in the old dialect. Not the refined version that I mostly grew up hearing, but the native one. You could see the swirls in the writing. And a lot of parts were hidden messages. The book must have been boring because I fell asleep. Not even through the first chapter. I woke up in the same chair, except the library was empty.

Not now, or ever. I turned over the page of the new romance book that I was currently reading, cursing at the female lead who couldn’t quit making me worry about ever move that she makes. Grace moved around me, cleaning up my room for the night and making sure that everything was in order. Hopefully, this would be a night that I can rest peacefully without the alpha king demanding to see me on his bed.

- SIERRA The book was garbage. Some historical romance about a girl waiting around in a castle for a guy who was probably out raiding villages. I’d been staring at the same paragraph for twenty minutes until the words blurred into a messy black smudge under the dim reading lamp. My eyes were getting heavy, and I was just about to fall asleep when the landline on the side table suddenly cut through the quiet like a siren. I jumped, the heavy hardcover slipping out of my fingers and thudding onto the rug.