Novel & Cerita Book Club Discussion Questions

Another XY chromosome in attendance was a young lad that looked like he'd been forced to be here. Three men among six women, discussing an erotica book. At the risk of sounding like Sawyer, this really did look like one of those cults that adjourned with an orgy. "Shall we start?" My god mother broke the tension almost as if she could read my thoughts aloud. "I'm just going to start by thanking Zade Cutler for showing up to our book club. I didn't know a man of your...ehm..caliber was interested in books" I smiled. A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest.

Xavier might have been skeptical before, but let’s see how he plans to wriggle out of this one. "Yes, Xavier, doesn’t that sound delightful?" I flash him a grin, leaning back just enough to look completely at ease. "Why don’t you pick our first book? Something we can all study over the next few weeks." His face twists in barely concealed irritation. He grumbles something under his breath. I raise a brow. "What was that, Brother?" He exhales sharply. "I said it sounds like torture." He shakes his head. "You three enjoy yourselves." "You can’t have a book club with just three people," I argue, though I have no idea if that’s actually true. "You need at least four to make it… interesting. Other

Her blond hair curls about her round cheeks, her bright blue eyes gleaming. Maryanne clenches her teeth and holds herself back from rolling her eyes. "Shelley, don't ask such private questions," Jessica commands, a frown crumpling her brow. She pushes up her glasses as they begin to slide down the bridge of her nose. Shelley's eyes widen and she shrugs, a mask of innocence covering her face. "It was just a question. I am sorry if it was insensitive of me." "Maryanne, since you're back," Veronica begins, "Are we going to set up another book club meeting at your house?"

"We can take it slow. Or not take it anywhere at all if that's what you want." "That's not what I want," I said quickly, then winced slightly at how fast the words came out. "I mean. I don't know what I want. I just know I don't want pressure." He smiled. "Then no pressure." We finished lunch talking about the book club. He told me when they met, who usually showed up, how half the discussions turned into arguments that had nothing to do with the book. It sounded normal in a way that made my chest loosen a bit.

I watch as she processes my words, her face going from scrunched and confused, to surprised until a wide smile splits across her face. "Are you serious?" she asks. I take the book from her hands and flip it open to the first sex scene and hand it back to her. I watch as her eyes flit across the page. As she reads, a pink flush spreads up her neck to her face until she looks up at me. "You read this whole book?" she asks, flipping through all of the pages. "Yep. Jack and I both did. And every week we go to book club to talk about it. The ladies have kind of taken an interest in us. Giving us some tips and things." I admit, feeling my face blush.

"Book club." "Where?" "The community center on Maple Street." I groaned. "You've got to be kidding me." "I'm not." "Dean, I'm not interested in sitting around with a bunch of strangers talking about books I haven't read." "Then maybe you should have read them," he countered, still not looking at me. I wanted to reach forward and smack the phone out of his hand. Instead, I just sank lower in my seat and glared at the back of his head.

Like we’re in our own bubble. “Walk with me?” Lucas offers his arm. I take it. We wander through the neighborhood, past boutiques and bookstores, stopping to look in windows, talking about nothing and everything. He asks about my favorite books. I ask about his worst business decision (a tech startup that crashed within six months, he tells me with a rueful laugh). We debate whether pineapple belongs on pizza (it absolutely does not, I argue; he disagrees and I threaten to end things right there). “Things?” he teases. “So there are things to end?”

She was amazed to see that it was everywhere. Even book clubs were talking about the book already and there were already groups created by fans of the book. The reviews were beyond what Tanya would have expected from an online book and the debates about it were just everywhere. All the while, everyone had one major question in mind. “Who is Unleashed?”

I had a feeling tonight would be a good session as they had picked an erotic novel this time. I was settled in front of my laptop, wine in hand, waiting for all the other girls to log on. Once they had all arrived, it became clear the topic of the book had got them all in cheeky moods, there were lots of suggestive messages and we hadn't even got to discussing the book at that point. Once we got into the main discussion, it was revealing to see what bits the other girls liked and did not.

That’s exactly where I had Conrad and where I would keep him. “Here you go, Bowen. Oh hey Conrad,” Grant stated. “You guys talking about books again?” “We are,” Conrad smiled slightly. “Bowen and I don’t exactly see eye to eye on one of the themes of the book.” “We were having a friendly discussion about it,” I smirked. “I of course still think that I’m right.” “And I think that I’m right.” “Well books can be interpreted differently right?” Grant asked. “So you could both be right.” I shook my head. “Not this time.”