Book Lovers Spice Level Novels & Stories

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-”

“Because it’s exactly that, Dr. Black. The character isn’t surrendering out of love. She’s wet for the control, the way he pins her down with words and authority before he even touches her. It’s raw. It’s filthy. And pretending it’s just intellectual is bullshit. Don’t you think?” A few gasps rippled through the room. Some guy in the back chuckled nervously. Dr. Black’s expression didn’t change much, but I caught the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, the way his gaze dropped for a second to my chest before snapping back up. “Interesting take,” he replied, his voice low and measured, but there was an edge to it now. “Though I’d argue you’re projecting your own… impulses onto the text.

This woman that I love. Author's Note: Guys, from 1-10, what's the spice level of this chapter?

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Ch-1 --------------------- [Father discovers that his neglected wife has found solace with her hunky son; while he is given cold shoulder, son is treated to cornucopia of delights.] [ALERT: one of the delights is eating a meal served on his mother's perfect body; some might object to this type of erotic dining, especially the location of dipping sauce; please turn to another story; thank you] *

Her mouth parted without permission. “I noticed you have plenty of other books and sketch magazines like this. So I decided to get these” he said calmly, like he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on her fragile emotions. She lifted one of the books carefully, almost like it might disappear if she wasn’t gentle enough. “These novels haven’t been released in the market yet” she said softly. “And these are my favorite magazines” she said, referring to the long magazines. She loved reading when she wasn’t sketching. She loved getting lost in stories. She had been counting down the months for these exact books to be available. She had talked about them without even realizing how often.

I said after a minute, because ordinary has edges you can hold. He thought. I heard him think—silence with a flavor. “The scar on my cheek itches before it snows,” he said. “Tonight it itched around seven. Make of that what you will.” “Barometric Alpha,” I said, and he made a pleased hum like I’d coined an acceptable piece of nonsense. “Your turn,” he said. “I alphabetize my spices,” I confessed. “Not because I’m organized, but because sometimes the world feels like it’s trying to write itself in crayon on the ceiling and putting cumin next to curry keeps me from setting the kitchen on fire.”

I said. “Exactly. We also have new books that you'd like.” “Okay, I'll give check them out.” I walked into the array of shelves. The familiar scent of vanilla and rain. The last time I said that to Kyle, he told me it smelled like the Dead Writers Perfume, a new brand of perfume which promises to evoke the aroma of books old enough for their authors to have passed to the great writers' retreat in the sky. The paranormal perfume he promised to buy for me, but I rejected outrightly.

After ordering the props I needed, I turned off the screen. Tomorrow I'd be gone from Conrad Lennon's life exactly as planned. I turned around and suddenly found myself looking into his charming, smiling eyes. He'd waited outside long enough for the smell of nicotine to fade, then warmed up to the room temperature before carefully slipping his arms around me from behind. "Why are you still up?" he asked. Conrad's familiar warmth melted into mine. His arms should have been my refuge, but all I felt was a cold stab of bitterness in my chest.

“See… I have good ideas too.” Ivy smiled and elbowed him. ⸻ The library was silent in that thick, sacred way only old libraries could be. Dust floated in shafts of evening sunlight. Rows upon rows of books towered around them, heavy with secrets. Kyle picked up a dusty tome titled “Herbal Remedies and the Curse of the Alder Witches” and flipped it open. “I think this one just tells you how to make soup that kills people slowly,” he muttered. “Useful for finals week,” Ivy said, scanning her own book.