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I immediately hug and kiss my cute doll like it's some lost but found puppy, and then seriously put those books on the shelf so that they are next to my favorite detective novels. It doesn't matter that they are books for children. I like books, a lot. Both fiction and nonfiction, especially when both the writer and protagonist are women. I so cannot believe I pulled this hoax off. I set up the camera on my new laptop and take selfies of me in all the clothes, not forgetting to pose with the doll as well. "What's on your mind?" I say, looking at my timeline border on F******k. "You're about to find out."

Just expensive furniture and abstract art that looked chosen to impress rather than express. I passed through the living room, my attention drawn to a large bookshelf covering one wall. The collection impressed me—ancient texts on pack history, rare volumes on wolf magic, modern novels organized by genre rather than author. Many of the books looked unread, their spines uncreased. One leather-bound book caught my eye—its dark cover embossed with strange symbols that resembled no language I recognized. I reached for it, but it refused to budge. Odd. I tried again, pulling harder. The book remained firmly in place, as if glued to the shelf.

An overstuffed armchair, the slightly worn couch she’d spent so many Saturday nights on, the rows and rows of books lining the wall all around her TV set. “And I see the Robb series holds the place of honor,” he pointed at the bookshelves. “Of course. Not only are they my favorite series ever, but they’re the first ones I started to collect,” she replied. “Which reminds me. I bet being the owner of a bookstore, where literally any title you want you can get a hold of, is particularly satisfying.”

Taking a swing of whiskey I look away from her "I mean I'm sitting in a grave site with a bottle of whiskey and a cigar in my hand so I would say I'm okay" I shrug and she smiles sitting next to me. She picks up the bottle and pops the lid taking a sip of the beverage with a slight gag here and there "How are things with you," I ask her and she shrugs. While she has the bottle I start lighting the cigar "I bought a library awhile back so I've been running that," she says and I scoff blowing out a cloud of smoke. I'm not surprised she even owns one she's obsessed with Booktok

His voice sounds smug. I frown at him. I don't understand. I want to know the secret. "That one," he says. He brings me close to the bookshelf and nods at it. He doesn't look at me. "The red one. With the silver title." My hand shakes a little when I reach out. I touch the book he said. I pull it toward me. The book tilts but it doesn't slide off the shelf. It turns forward and clicks. I gasp when the whole bookshelf spins away. Behind it is a tunnel. A secret tunnel.

Sending love and well wishes to you all xx A trail of water dripped behind Bellamy as he emerged from the shower, a towel hung loosely around his waist as he ruffled another towel through his now damp curls. “Whatcha reading gorgeous?” he nodded to Thea. Placing an intricately carved silver bookmark in between the pages, she placed her book down on the bedside table. Letting out a contented sigh, she stretched her arms and legs out on the bed. “It’s called ‘Her Fae Lovers’ by one of my favourite authors, Jane Knight.” A sleepy smile danced across her face as she dragged her eyes over Bellamy’s wet, exposed torso. Little pearls of water clung to his taught, tanned skin making him glisten unde

I was stunned it’s here! I entered the bookstore. “Welcome sir how may I help you?” The guy from earlier said. “Where I can find the “Mi Tesoro” book?” I ask. Well that’s my book, a tragic one. “This way sir” Then he led me on the middle part of the shelf. He left me there and I pick a copy of my book. Wow, I didn’t know they bought a lot of copies of my book. Why did they do it? “It’s Red Wrights book sir” A female voice emerge from my behind.

Blake was back by the time she returned to the living room, and he gave a low whistle. Shasta grinned impishly. "You like?" "I like. A lot. I'll especially like peeling it off of you later." His tone made her tummy flutter, and she felt the twinge all the way to her nether regions. Blake settled into his chair with the book he'd started the night of the storm. "Help yourself to the bookshelf," he told Shasta. She stood before the tall wooden shelf and gazed in wonder. "You have all kinds of books here."