Book Lovers Spice Level Novels & Stories

I pull it off the rest, hiding it behind me. "It's okay, we don't mind if you read it," he says, expressionless, not looking up from his task. He seems to examine the spine of each book, looking for a certain title that belongs to the book he needs. I walk by his side, now noting the real similarities between Ray and Xavier; their almost identical looks except for the scar and hair. All this time, he hasn't acted like a grump, which is a plus, and also a side of him that is pleasantly new to me. He smiles as he pulls out the book we need, a dusty one that isn't thick at all. The side reads Summer Kitchen: 100 Delicious Recipes and the cover is completely blank. I squint at the thin cookbook,

“Motorcycles: A complete modern history.” I open the cover, and the spine cracks. It’s brand new. I wonder if Ben somehow smuggled this into the Archives. It’s not the type of book that’s highly sought out by scholars. But I laugh all the same, diving into it. The faint scent of citrus and cinnamon floats through the air, as if his scent is still attached to the cover.

yes, I talk to myself on occasion. I turn the book in hand to find a small metal spike lashed to the back cover with fraying laces of claret suede. It must be silver, that would explain the slight burning sensation fading from my finger tips. Dark lines in the tarnished metal, look like they could have been engraved words at some point in the past. ‘I wonder what delights the other two hold?’ Caleb muses sarcastically. I eye the two remaining books, one remarkably slender, the other easily twice the breadth of either of its predecessors.

Next to it, a bouquet of white peonies, fresh and delicate like they’d just been trimmed. My chest tightened. Marcy turned to me, eyes wide with giddy excitement. “He’s done it again. Secret Creepy Lover strikes.” I swallowed, stepping forward slowly, as if any sudden movement would cause the whole thing to vanish. “Yeah.” “You have to let me read this one,” Marcy said, already reaching. “You’ve been holding out on me for a whole year. You could be falling in love with a serial killer.” I grabbed the box before she could. “He’s not—”

“Looks like I’m not done surprising you yet. And yes. I can. My familiars can sense for spirits and can pull me back. But I need you to make sure nothing else tries to come after me.” Lucas’s jaw tenses. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” “Yes. I’ve been wanting to go look through the books for a while, actually. The Academy has an extensive library. It’s two-stories tall and has the most wonderful smell of old paper and fresh ink.” “It’s obvious why you own a bookstore.” “I do like books, though our store is full of mostly fiction. I love a good romance novel.” He runs his hand up and down my arm. “Why do you love romance novels so much?”

Alie The invitation says Conversation on Story: Building Worlds for Real Life which is the kind of title that makes you feel smart while you drink tea out of a paper cup and pretend the folding chair isn’t a folding chair. The bookstore is small, all honeyed wood and lamps that try to be kind. Someone strung twinkle lights between nonfiction and essays, like stars got cozy in the ceiling.

The flickering light danced across his features, and Sparkle recognized the scowl that she was beginning to think was etched into his bones. “Everything okay?” “Fine.” He didn’t look at her. Never took his gaze from the wavering flames. “Okay… if you say so… Uh… You’ve got a lot of books.” She looked through a short stack of hardbacks on the table closest to him. A mix of mysteries, sci-fi, and thrillers, mostly. Her favorites, too. “Yeah… Pick one.” “I’m looking,” Sparkle assured him, but didn’t hurry as he clearly wanted her to.

But Crescent and I have not had a whiff of my mate's scent, nor did we feel any connection to anyone we had just met. As my wolf whimpered for me to go back, I pulled myself together and opened the library doors and inhaling the scent of old parchment, books and dust. I hoped my mate would smell like this because it was intoxicating. Settling down on one of the bean bags, I grabbed the nearest book and started to flip through the pages, to my luck it was a book about humans, actually more like a romance book with humans starring in it.

I should bury deep in my mind all the lustful thoughts I have. “Are you sure it’s okay?" He raised an eyebrow at me because of my question, so I went further. “I mean, your wife. Will it not be an issue to her?" He shook his head and smirked. “You’re our daughter’s best friend. Of course she wouldn’t think badly about it.” Oh. Okay, if that’s what you say. When we entered his room, a spice scent flowed through my nose. It smells like him. So manly and sexy as fuck.

For some reason, I feel like my food tastes extra delicious these days. I opened the soldiers’ quarter and climbed up the narrow stairs. Liam was a high official, so his office was definitely not downstairs. Some of the soldiers bowed as I passed, It felt a bit awkward — I mean, a few months back they were bullying me. I reached the top floor and pushed open the door. Inside, the scent of parchment and metal mixed faintly in the air. Liam sat on a couch, legs crossed, reading a book titled "How to Make Someone Fall in Love with You." I blinked. Well, it’s none of my business.