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he grumbled. Aria grinned wide enough to illuminate the entire penthouse, and Julian's heart twisted in agony. When had it become so easy to disappoint her? Maybe it was time—just once—to flex. Not on Lena's account. Of course not. Just for Aria. At least, that's what he kept telling himself. --- On the night of the holiday reading event, Julian stood in front of *Chapter & Soul*, feeling like a fool. The windows of the bookstore glowed warm against the winter evening. Dozens of children were sprawled on colored rugs within, cradling cups of cocoa. The parents spoke in hushed tones, and the smell of cinnamon and sugar and nostalgia permeated the air.

'is this Louw Valentia Publishing House? "Yes... Olwethu speaking..." 'alright Lin, someone called the venue and cancelled.. and then called the media houses to cancel again.. I know this how you'll ask.. I'm one of the media houses.. Sandra Buckle for ITV Online.. I was one of the media houses who RSVPed to come.. but we are apparently getting calls cancelling the event.. so I wanted to know if the book launch was cancelled..?" I looked at Valentia in horror.. my ex classmate and teammate fucken Sandra was a journalist.. and to make fucken things worse.. someone cancelled what was meant to be the biggest event of my life...

“No more trials?” “No more trials,” “No more disgruntled postal workers?” “No more disgruntled postal workers,” Except one, Rachel thought, after seeing the list of events scheduled almost every day for the next three months. “We have two major booksellers conventions next week in preparation for the holiday season and I’d like you to attend both. A personal appearance by the author goes a long way to putting your book on store shelves. Check in with Joan first thing tomorrow for your tickets and itinerary. Now, go home and get some rest,”

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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.”

She shivered at those thoughts. No, she wanted to handle this on her own. She sat back and drove to work. ... Carina glanced around at BookCrazy with satisfaction. Poetry nights drew large crowds, and they were all book buyers. Every Friday night, she often folds the bookstore into a small hall. Quietly, the soundtrack is melodious through the dimly lit passageways. Apple-green chairs were crammed together, and distorted coffee tables had been pulled from the warehouse and arranged in an informal circle. The crowd was an interesting mix of intellectuals, some quite serious and others just wanting a night of entertainment. She pulled the mic up onto a small platform, and checked her watch aga

He’d felt lousy for the last several days, but he’d promised Neisha he’d attend this event at Book Lady being held by friends of hers. Two local authors, a married couple named Michael and Tracy Delray, were holding a joint discussion and signing. They sat behind a small table with several of their books on display. Brad and Neisha had talked to them briefly before the event started. They seemed nice and passionate about their work. Michael, with his devilish goatee, was a bit more laid back; Tracy, with her fashionably short hair, possessed a sharp cynical wit. Their two teenaged sons were present, and they seemed uncommonly bright and sophisticated. Brad had bought a book from each of them

Lily patted Maisie's shoulder, relieved to see her returning to her former spirited self. - The next day, Maisie's book publicity event took place at the largest bookstore in Cumulus City. Even before the start, the bookstore was packed inside and out with fans seeking her autograph. Renowned media outlets were present, securing their spots for breaking news. The event progressed smoothly. After numerous experiences, Maisie had mastered the art of interacting with her fans. The atmosphere was warm and lively, with organizers considerately providing coffee and snacks for everyone. The final segment was the Q&A session with journalists.

… Weeks later… At the largest bookstore in Brentwood city, Quinn Edwards held a signing book event. After releasing her new book, The Forbidden CEO and I a few weeks back, she held the event to interact with her fans and sign whichever book of hers they purchased. The new book was a story about how a young lady who was the daughter of the housekeeper of a certain wealthy family fell in love with the heir. They were from different worlds. How could they fall in love? The two indulged in hidden passion, slowly giving in to their desires until they couldn’t keep their love a secret anymore.

“There's a public Playbook event this weekend and a red carpet with full broadcast coverage.” I glanced down at the tickets. Kyrian said nothing beside me, but I could feel the rage radiating off him. Vress leaned back in his chair. “You show up as the perfect couple, smiling, touching and selling the relationship.” His eyes sharpened. “Or I’ll make sure—.” Kyrian’s hands curled into fists at his sides. I answered before he could. “We’ll handle it.” The Playbook event that weekend was impossible to ignore. The warehouse venue had been transformed into a polished media spectacle — glowing stage lights, giant screens, rows of cameras, fans packed behind barricades screaming whenever cast membe