Books With Witty Banter Novels & Stories

Curiosity was eating at her. With an effort, she made herself focus on the other titles. He had books on negotiating, battle tactics, history, agriculture…boring. Didn’t the man read any fiction? There was a book on stained glass that looked mildly interesting, but she kept scanning the shelves, hoping for something more enticing. Her search was rewarded. There, right in the middle of his shelves at eye level, was an entire shelf of books devoted to lovemaking. Wiley’s eyes boggled as she read the titles: An Illustrated Guide to the Sensual Arts. A Woman’s Climax. Emotional Need and the Sensual Virgin. There were dozens of titles.

“This is ‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen. It’s a love story that many women adore.” Jack took the book and examined the cover. “It looks interesting. What else would you recommend?” The sales assistant continued selecting books, giving a brief description for each one. “Oh, and we also have some romantic adventure books, like ‘Treasure Island’ by Robert Louis Stevenson, which focuses more on adventure and pirates.” Jack listened carefully and selected several books with the assistant’s guidance. “I think she’ll like these,” he said, smiling. The sales assistant smiled back, growing a bit curious about the lucky woman who had managed to tie down a confirmed bachelor like Jack Colt.

And I confirmed it days later with the messages she sent me, with her witty replies, as well as the sporadic ones that came out of nowhere, without fear, without filters, without shame, and without any glory. I was having a lot of fun with her; I wouldn't deny that she was entertaining under the shield of the phone. However, it was interesting to say that beyond all that, the woman hid very easily. That's why I read a book that made me burst into laughter because it was a whole compendium of fantasy that was undoubtedly a silly thing with meaning.

I forced myself to keep reading, my pulse loud enough to drown out the quiet hum of the coffee shop around me. The next line waited beneath the first, short, urgent, impossible to misread. *Whatever you do, do not trust the man you married.*

Cheryl sighed and looked off into the distance, her brown eyes taking on a far-off look. “I can’t wait to write it,” I answered and snickered. It was going to be so much fun. “I’m already thinking of titles.” “Hot men fall over themselves to get in on polyamorous love,” Kim teased and moved her arms out as if following the headline. “Men desperate to prove how big their dicks are, get them out to prove it,” Cheryl joined in and we all laughed at that one. “It’s that bad,” I answered with a nod. “I’ve got so many dick pics on my phone now I could start my own website.”

My first stop was the romance section, hoping to find a few good books to take back to my room for some relaxing reading. As I scanned the titles, one in particular caught my eye: The Toad and Her Man. The title alone made me burst into laughter. It was so absurdly funny that I couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of what the story might entail. I decided to add it to my growing stack of books.

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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.

he stammered, quickly recovering as he placed something in his pocket. I smiled at him, knowing his sneaky ways far too well. “Oh, that’s so kind of you. What book was she looking for? ‘Betrayal in the shadows’ and ‘Sleeping with the enemy’ are her favourites,” I said casually, stepping closer. He swallowed hard, and I caught the movement as I reached past him and picked out a book on warfare, passing it to him. “Or maybe you’d like to borrow a book instead,” I fluttered my lashes at him.

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.