Book Lovers Spice Level Novels & Stories

The library is a cathedral of silence. It is late afternoon. The sun is slanting through the high windows, illuminating dust motes that dance in the golden light like tiny, suspended stars. The air smells of old paper, leather, and the faint, lingering scent of Ciro’s gun oil. I am sitting on the velvet sofa, a book open on my lap. The History of the Sicilian Vespers. I am trying to read, trying to distract myself from the constant, low-level hum of anxiety that has become my baseline.

It’s like my own personal heaven. I walk slowly between the rows, dragging my fingers along the spines of the books. Some are new. Some are so old their titles have faded off completely. I find books on werewolf history, on herbs and healing, on the different bloodlines of the kingdom. I even find one that looks like a cookbook, filled with strange ingredients I’ve never heard of. I lose track of time flipping through them, sinking into a worn leather chair near the center of the room. The quiet is peaceful. So different from the chaos outside these walls.

She shook her head in agreement, waiting for an answer, while her boyfriend gave me an apologetic look. " 'Well, Lindsay, you ordered salmon in Sicilian lemon sauce.” " Yes, that's what I ordered," she confirmed with a smile. I glanced at Cora, who remained with that conciliatory expression on her face. " 'Salmon is a fish.” " Yes, but depending on the cooking method it doesn't taste fishy, and…” " Lindsay, the cooking method won't change the final protein, I could cook the steak a thousand different ways and it would still taste fishy, because it is a fish! " I was trying hard to make her understand how absurd her wish was.

The librarian, a wise old man with spectacles perched on his nose, had greeted them warmly and invited them to explore the dusty shelves filled with ancient tomes. As Scarlett's fingers grazed the spines of the books, a particular leather-bound volume caught her eye. Its title, "The Prophecy of the Shifting Stars," called to her with an inexplicable pull. She plucked it from the shelf and dusted off its cover, revealing faded golden letters etched into the leather. Curiosity burned within Scarlett. She opened the book and began to read aloud, her voice barely above a whisper. The words flowed like poetry from her lips, resonating deeply within her soul.

“How chivalrous of you, I didn’t expect for you to pick up a smut book like that to read.” “I presume you have read them too?” “I read them out of curiosity, and it was the love story is what I was more interested in. It had nothing to do with the sex scenes, it was the connection between the two characters that had me read it multiple times.” Why did I just say that to him? I’m an idiot he’s gonna know I am into those sorts of books. But for the reason I said yeah, I enjoy the smut and spice in them but it’s the romance connection that has me wanting to read them.

I step forward to push the door open, but she beats me to it. “Come in.” She enters first, and I follow. The smell of old books and warm lily fragrance fills the haven of books. “Do you like tea or coffee?” “Whichever you prefer, I will take.” She rolls her eyes up, darting them to the side in a pondering way. “I don’t like tea, but I can’t have coffee. So it’s tea then.” “Tea then.” “Sugar or no sugar?” “Three cubes will be fine.” She nods and disappears between the shelves of books. Being in her space feels like I am being interviewed for a job.

The spice cabinet contained a lot of herbs in bottles, jars, and boxes. Dried, ground, cut, tincture infused. And many bottles of composed drinks. And of course a very high pile of books, magazines, folders, notebooks. All with spells that corresponded to all those herbs. It was going to be a long afternoon. They had to work hard to be ready for the evening. ‘How are things really?’ Esmee asked suddenly. ‘What?’ Maddie took a sip of her tea. ‘Well, I mean the sex.’ Esmee looked at her closely.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

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Turning the cover for me to see he said, “So this is your favorite book, huh?” Wondering what had him looking so sly I focused my eyes on the cover and I immediately felt a rush of heat flare through my body. The cover had a picture of the naked anatomy of a man and woman embracing each other sensually and the title read, ‘100 ways to spice up your life.' “If this is what you were here searching for in the library then I don’t think I have any problem,” he laughed patronizingly, and flicking through the pages he stopped at one and reading the words on it he continued, “Try being intimate in random or unfamiliar places-”