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“Since when did you become a paparazzi?” “Cut the crap, bro. Are you thinking about the same girl Bryan told me?” She squinted her eyes, “don’t bother lying because I’ve had enough of your foolish smiles.” I scoffed and pick some of Ayle’s books randomly. What is this? How to master cooking in ten days? 101 simple receipts for breakfast! Cooking hacks: Never fails in a new receipt “Are you planning to burn our house again?” Ayle snatched those books from my hand, not before smacking the three of them on my head. “I’m tired of you feeding me shits. Girliegotta know how to cook.”

When she came back, she found Cela sitting beside a big balikbayan box looking disappointed. "You found them," Nanny Rita said. "So they bought a lot of copies of my book," Cela said in a dismayed tone. "They were very supportive especially your mother," Nanny Rita explained. "How about the second book?" Cela asked. Nanny Rita sighed. She knows her too well so she's careful with her words. "I am not sure if your brother already ordered but he has plans," she answered. Cela remains disappointed.

I am a BRAZILIAN AUTHOR writing for you with all my heart, so I ask for just a little bit of patience with my English. Thank you so much for your continuous support! A huge kiss to everyone, and SEE YOU IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! 💋🔥

**** The bookstore is well known throughout Indonesia because of its branches everywhere. Like now, Alsava is rarely interested in Best Seller shelves because they are often deceived by stories that promise to make crying and laughing together. What else is read by millions of people from an authoring platform. It is as if the promotional words on the cover of the book only explain that the contents of the book do not believe that in oneself.

Clara Vale lived on the 12th floor of an old, rundown building in downtown São Paulo. At 32, she was the undisputed queen of bestselling erotic romances. Her books sold by the thousands: Fuck Me Until Dawn, where the protagonist was destroyed by a mafioso with a 23-centimeter cock; Fireman’s Dick — the irony of fate hitting hard now — and her most recent one, Emergency Orgasm, which had spent three straight weeks at the top of the charts.

Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events and places is purely coincidental. Emiliana

As soon as I cleared the Sydney airport checkpoint on Sunday afternoon, I headed straight for the bookstore. A pile of hardcover books near the entrance caught my eye. The pyramid under construction highlighted Wild, the new book by one of the most popular novelists. The clerk attached “autographed copy” stickers to the covers, which, with their mysterious flames in yellow and red on a black background, gave them a garish touch, drawing attention. As a sociologist specializing in the study of Brazilian aborigines, I knew Daniel. He had aboriginal ancestry and wrote paranormal mystery stories starring a Brazilian aboriginal policeman.

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

I got out a dense packed book and quickly went back to Reuben in bed. He looked confused and disheveled; his inquisitive gaze fell on the book in my hand. He asked, "What is that?" I, in turn, proudly presented it to him, "Lo and behold Your Highness, this right here in my hand is the 5th popular limited edition of Busty Asian Babes. I heard it is so stimulating that you can release at any time." Reuben with book in hand, "..........."

Elian said. "She already is," Dante said. "The second translation is bigger," Elian said. "She told me. A Brazilian writer, a full novel, a publisher in London who found the first book and came to her directly." He paused. "She didn't come to them. They came to her." "Yes," Dante said. "Because the first book is that good." Elian looked at the book on the table. "She found us through the novel," he said. "Yes," Dante said.