Book Lovers Spice Level Novels & Stories

Her next words, though, had my skin tingling with excitement, and it brought a pleasant smile to her own face. “There are amazing books of all genres in here. If you’re a book lover, you can always pop one out for a read—as long as you take care of it and always return it,” Danny said with a glint in her eyes. “As night watchers of the vale, we’re allowed to take three books at a time.” She laughed softly, and my lips curled into a smile of my own, holding back my bouncing excitement. This was exceptionally thrilling—until a scent assaulted my nostrils. Citrus and sandalwood.

I guess now I’ll be able to say I went without food for 3 days as well. I pulled one of the books off the shelf, rolling my eyes at the title, “Cooking for the beginner.” I chuckled, “unless you have water dishes in you, you’ll be of no use to me.” I flipped to the first page and began reading. The book was about different herbs and spices that could be used to create soups. Bringing the book over to the desk, I opened the cabinet and began sniffing the contents to identify each one. I wrote them all down on a piece of paper numbered the way I placed them back into the cabinet. I bit of pride bloomed in my chest and Scarlett chuckled, “that was all me, don’t be so proud of yourself.”

Then I went to the spiral stair. The Bond section was where he said it was. I pulled three texts at random not at random, I never did anything at random, I selected the ones whose spines showed the most handling, which indicated usefulness over time and took them to a window alcove on the upper level where I could read with the growing light and a clear sightline to the stair and the lower floor below. The first book was a standard lycan pack reference text. Useful but not what I needed.

"There's nothing that compares to it. The weight of it, the texture of the cover, the way the spine makes that little cracking sound when you open it for the first time..." Her body actually shivers as she describes this, and I'm stunned to find myself responding to her passion. If I didn't know better, I'd think she was describing an intimate encounter rather than reading a book. Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing slightly quicker, and there's a brightness to her eyes that's utterly mesmerizing. I should reconsider my opinion of libraries, it seems. I could listen to her talk about this for hours, though I'm becoming uncomfortably aware of a tightening in my trousers. Xavier would laugh

Spicy books. Droves of them which I have read for fun without her knowing of course, and they all share one feature. They’re forbidden romances. Always been a stepbrother and a stepsister. While I believe Mor would kill whatever typecast male jock was set as her sexy step brother if she was ever in one of those novels…. she’s not. She’s right here. Right now. With a stepbrother she can’t stop looking at and who can’t stop looking at her even though he hides it.

The ladies all giggle and Julie stands, handing a new bookmark to each of us. "Yes. We figured we'd get you ones that suited you a little better." she says. The new one is dark blue with gold lettering that says 'Real men read dirty books'. I smile and look over at Ev who's showing Harper his excitedly. "These are great. Thank you." I say just as Bri nudges me. "Oh! Tell them your joke, love!" Harper says excitedly. Ev rolls his eyes before addressing the group.

It was brand new. Blaze wasn’t aware that she preferred this genre. Derek Landy was known for his dark fantasy books. Dang it! He should have let her choose on her own right from the beginning. ‘Right’ His wolf chimed in, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Lilith brought the open book close to her nose and breathed in deeply. The feel of the smooth and crisp paper, that magical smell of a book being opened for the very first time was soothing. She felt lucky for being the first one to open it.

He asked, gently sliding the linen on my skin and I shuddered in pleasure. “I do.” “Give me a safe word.” He said, covering my sight with the black linen until all I could see was black mixed with red from the lights. “Vanilla,” I responded as his fingers caressed my neck and then made their way to my lips. Without hesitation, I took his index finger into my mouth, then his middle finger, and sucked on them as if my life depended on them. “Fuck.” Davin whispered in satisfaction. “Why vanilla?” “That's my favorite scent,” I replied after he took his fingers out of my mouth and he hummed slightly in understanding.

I slip it from the rest, concealing it behind me. "It's alright, we don't care either way if you read it," he says, vacuous, without gazing upward from his undertaking. He is by all accounts inspecting the spines of each book, searching for a specific title that has a place with the book he wants. I move over to his side, noticing now the genuine likenesses between Felix and Liam; their almost indistinguishable looks aside from the scar and the hair. This time he hasn't behaved like a downer, which is an or more, and furthermore a side of him that is enjoyably new to me. He grins as he separates the book we want, a dusty one that isn't thick in any way. The side peruses Summer Kitchen: 100 T

WARNING: THIS BOOK IS NOT SUITABLE FOR UNDER 18. IT CONTAINS MATURE AND SEXUALLY AROUSING CONTENT BETWEEN FIVE MEN AND A WOMAN. The spicy scenes are long and extra spicy. This book ended in a cliffhanger. I might write Book 2 when it has over 100k views. Thanks for all your support… *** Prologue I hate everyone around me, every single one of them. Not just because they hurt me though they did but because they enjoyed it.