Book Lovers Spice Level Novels & Stories

When Darius calls and asks if I want to get out for a bit, I say yes before he even finishes the question. "Luna and Cathy are having a shopping spree," he says. "Thought you might want a breather." "Please. Anywhere that's not here." He picks me up twenty minutes later and drives us to a bookstore in Brooklyn I've never been to. Small, independent, the kind of place that smells like old paper and coffee. "Come on." He takes my hand and leads me inside. We wander through the shelves aimlessly, no destination in mind. He pulls books at random and reads me the back covers in dramatic voices that make me laugh. I find a cookbook with ridiculous recipes and show him one for "deconstructed cereal

She was never a reader, particularly because her father never had any money to afford the books. Erica wiped her tears and walked close to the shelves, she picked up a book that attracted her eyes the most, it had velvet cover and it was labeled as ‘History of Flowers’, there was no author name on it. She opened the book, there were no contents either, just a blank page. She turned the page and immediately she was hit by a very sweet smell. The page was labeled as ‘redoca’, she turned the page and she smelled a different smell, more spicy and stinging, that page was labeled as ‘geory’.

As I perused the books, I could feel Aidan’s gaze on me. The shop, much like the one downstairs, boasted an impressive selection. These were books to be enjoyed in the coffee lounge, not purchased or taken home. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached the romance novel section. So, Well Thumbed had these too. I wondered if they had hidden gems, perhaps something I hadn’t read or that Uncle Alex’s book club, Bound To Please, hadn’t discovered yet.

A shelf in the kitchen held small jars of spices, but rather than the usual garlic, pepper, or chili powder, the jars were labeled with things like Horehound, Solomon's Seal, and Myrrh. Another thing that caught our attention was the bookshelf in the living room. Most of the titles appeared to be hand-bound in leather. The names on the spines sent a chill straight through me. Herbs and Spells, Magical Uses for Mammals and Reptiles, and The Book of Shadows. The biggest book sat on a small table beside the shelf. Leo opened it and was flipping through a few pages when I leaned over his shoulder to take a look. All I found on the pages was a strange, unreadable script and some obscure hand-draw

I hadn't even realized how much I'd come to associate that scent with safety and warmth. I stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours before my gaze drifted to the book on the side table that Hasmik left me. I'd finally decided to crack it open out of sheer desperation for distraction. well.... the spicy cover had been pretty much a giveaway away but I didn't realize that the storyline could be so gripping. I was hooked. The enemies-to-lovers trope was more than just spicy, it was intense, chaotic, and real. I didn't expect to be so drawn into their world, their fights, and resistance, and the way they pushed each other only to fall even harder.

Holy shit. My eyes widened. My head practically exploded with flavor. The heat bloomed across my tongue, warm and addictive, perfectly balanced with a subtle smokiness I had never tasted before. It wasn’t just good. It was insanely good. I took another fry, then another, chewing faster, my whole body reacting like I was tasting heaven for the first time. I leaned back against the bed, eyes half-closed in pure bliss, letting out a low, satisfied groan. “This is dangerous,” I muttered to myself, already reaching for a third fry.

It was Brayan and someone else. Could that be his office? But it was on the other side of the house. I made a mental note to ask Elowen when next I saw her. I looked through the shelves searching for the perfect book to read. There were so many and I was confused on the one to choose. Nevaeh always mentioned romance was the best but I knew romance has a lot of cheesy things. I wanted more of action with a bit of romance and lots of erotica. I picked out a worn out book. A man and a woman in a sensual position but the name had been torn out.

Mirabel’s voice shook as she tried to continue reading, her fingers gripping the divorce papers so tightly the edges crumpled. “‘Section 8… regarding spousal support… the petitioner… demands...’” Riven growled against her ass, his tongue plunging deeper into her tight hole. He ate her with filthy, greedy strokes, long licks, wet circles, and possessive sucks that made her knees buckle. His strong hands kept her cheeks spread wide, completely exposing her as he devoured her most private place.

"What to do? Just you being here makes me want to say that maybe one child is fine." Oh lord. FOR THE ONES WHO MISSED THE CHILLI SCENES IN THE BOOK I'VE WARNED EVERYONE READING ALREADY, THAT THIS IS AN ADULT-THEMED BOOK. READER DISCRETION WILL BE APPRECIATED; FOR 18+ ONLY. Going down on her never felt so relaxing. She smells fresh like the ocean, and whatsoever her taste, I loved it. Her sweet moans make my vessels bulge, along with the growing boner I hide in my pants.

With a sinister smile and two, HE gladly replies. “Well then. Just who are you suggesting to be the spice without disrupting the flow of fate that I already wrote into everyone’s lives?” A bit of a dangerous dare that HE knew that is difficult to do. Yet HE trusted the Mistress to comply for such a criterion in choosing the perfect spice to open the book of the next stage. “Remember that the spice I needed is someone whose sin is as pure as black. With the Yang that is pure as white. I want someone who is pure and true, with the other half of its pure darkness.”