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I shook my head and gave her a grin, “I really can’t Allison, I still have to go with my groupmates. Kierra already ordered food and I was too shy to decline as they did a good job on the announcement board…” She pouted that I felt guilty, “how about you and Xander come to my book uh… I don’t know what it’s called.” I said in realization, is it a book report? Story telling? The two looked at me expectantly, “A book recital I guess… it will be held at the university, I could need some support.” I said awkwardly. Allison squealed, “of course we’re going! Right Xander?” she nudged him, and he gave me a soft smile, “I wouldn’t miss it.”

Please, support my journey in whatever way you can. GIVEAWAY: At the moment, 8th April, 2024, this give.away is open, and it’d be open till the end of April. I want to give back to the community, and I’d decided to do that with the giving away of two gift cards - 30 $ and 25 $. These would go to two random readers who’d drop a review on Bullied By The Alpha Prince. You can either decide to do so by commenting here, tagging me on your I***a.gram/Face.book with the review, dropping it in my face.book group, or sharing it as a post on Drea.me Official face.book group. I’d appreciate, and these reviews would mean so much to my heart.

“Would you like to join a book club or something?” I stopped walking and turned to look at her. “A book club?” “Yeah,” she said, nodding. “There’s one I’m in. It’s actually really nice. Good people, good conversations. It might help you… reset a little.” I raised an eyebrow. “You? In a book club?” She gasped dramatically. “Wow. That’s rude.” I smiled faintly. “It’s not. I’m just surprised.” “It’s not boring, I promise,” she said. “And you might like it. It’ll give you something new to focus on.”

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Ava The Las Vegas Book Festival was held in a sprawling park just off the strip. Tents stretched across the grass, white canopies flapping in the desert wind. Authors milled about, clutching coffee cups and clutching their nerves. Readers wandered between booths, arms loaded with books, faces bright with excitement. I was scheduled to speak at 2 PM on the main stage. My talk went well. Better than well. The crowd was warm, engaged, full of questions about forgiveness and healing and the stories that save us. I read from my novel—the passage about Elena learning to be alone—and watched as people wiped their eyes.

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As fate would have it, Tyler, a fellow book enthusiast, struck up a conversation about a novel they both held in their hands. Their exchange of words soon transcended the confines of casual banter, evolving into a connection that felt destined. Sophie found herself drawn to Tyler's intellect, his passion for literature mirroring her own. The bookstore became their sanctuary, a haven where shared laughter and thoughtful discussions wove the fabric of their growing bond.

The book launched on a Tuesday in April, which was, Killian pointed out, a fittingly unremarkable day of the week for something that was about the unremarkable daily practice of doing the right thing. The launch event was small, at a bookshop the publisher had suggested and which turned out to be exactly the right size for the kind of book it was, intimate enough that the conversation after the reading could be genuine rather than performative, large enough that the room held something.