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Watch out for my new book, titled *The Nerdy's Seduction* Trust me, this is erotical filled and it's a teen romance. Bonus chapter coming up...

… That evening, Cliftoon walked into the yard carrying a paper bag. I was sitting at the stone table, peeling the crawfish. Tyler nudged a small dish of dipping sauce toward me. "Try this one first. It's not too spicy." Clifton stopped in his tracks. The air was filled with the aroma of spicy Cajun seafood. He remembered this was my favorite food. It was just that he never once allowed it onto our table. He set the paper bag on the table and said in a strained voice, "Heidi, this is that out-of-print art book you once saw at the foreign language bookstore. I got someone to track it down."

Nyla: Sure, you can take as much as you want. A wide grin spread across my face. I replied quickly with a simple “Thanks” before I could overthink it. I grabbed the cutter and carefully opened the carton. Inside were rows and rows of small sachets of hot sauce. I took one, tore it open, and squeezed a generous amount over the fresh fries I had ordered earlier. The smell hit me first. It was rich, spicy, and slightly sweet. I dipped a fry and took a bite. Holy shit.

Now. Instead of horror, a sick, intoxicating heat flooded my system. The taboo had just been reinforced with a steel frame. I looked at the bookshelf, imagining Silas on the other end, his expensive suit rumpled, his eyes wide with a depraved hunger. I wanted to destroy him with the sight of us.

With a resigned scowl, he picked up the utensils and tried to mimic her technique, swishing a piece of meat in the bubbling broth. The moment he took a bite, his handsome face turned bright red. The searing heat of the spices hit him like a freight train, and he managed to choke out, What kind of hotpot is this? The spiciest one, she said casually, dipping another piece of tripe into the fiery broth. Theo's lips curled into a cold smile. You're really going out of your way to spite me. Bianca finally looked up, her face flushed not from embarrassment but from the heat of the food.

Bima, with his limping leg, stepped toward the Heavenly Spice Flower. He wasn't carrying Indomie. He was carrying the Global Indomie Recipe Book. He knew that to attain purity, he had to show appreciation for purity. He reached the altar. The Heavenly Spice Flower glowed, emitting a gentle aura. The Botanical Zombies roared, several lunging toward Bima, their garden shears glittering. "NOT ON MY WATCH!" Bima screamed. He tore one of the pages out of the Global Indomie Recipe Book. The page displayed the Indomie Balance Attractor Recipe, featuring drawings of flowers and herbs.

Why is he purposely teasing me, walking around, showing me the leather, yet not letting it touch me? I need it to touch me. I watch as it lifts up, my heart racing, a hummingbird ready to fly away. As it swings down as I close my eyes. Screaming, I push up onto my toes. The feeling is fantastic. The leather feels amazing. I can’t go long without some sort of spanking.

If I was to crave something else, it will be Spicy noodles, relalispicy ones. But I have been ha ung heartburn slot and the doctor had told me that my baby was going to be very hairy…. But still I oukd eat spicy foods but not with toouch spice as I would have in my foo d on a normal day. “Bet, seafood boil is what I feel like right now!” Lois agreed. “Me too!” Olive also agreed.. Seafood boil all the way!!!!

Why would anyone keep such things? As if in answer, a nearby shelf caught her attention. Titles etched in faded gold lined the spines of several books: The Alchemy of Venom. The Art of Extraction. Scorpion Toxins and Their Many Uses. She hesitated before settling on one—Venom as Cure: The Healing Properties of Toxins. Frowning, she pulled it free, running her fingertips over the worn cover. A book on healing? Here? In this place? The red glow behind her flickered, the shadows pooling just beyond her sightline.

The city sky had grown dark to a mellow gray, the kind that swathed everything in gentleness—buildings, trees, people. Rain still lingered in the air, shrouding the windows of **Chapter & Soul** in a soft mist. Inside, the world progressed more slowly, more softly. It was perfumed with old books, chamomile tea, and something sweet that Lena had baked and not labeled.