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Darius hadn’t really drawn a perfect picture but it was good enough for me to recognize what it was. I turned to push off the chair when the light from my table lamp reflected off the cover of the book. It was an inscription that was in gold but covered with dust. I wiped the cover and the gold sparkled more. My eyes widened as I matched the symbol. The book itself was made by them. I flipped the hardcover to the preface I had skipped and traced my fingers to the bottom of the page, there it was again, the symbol! Beneath it was an inscription that read:

I look up at him, and for the first time since I have come here, I burst into laughter, surprising the Dragon King himself. For those who read The Rossi Legacies and like print books, I wanted to let everyone know I have a Kickstarter going for the first 2 books to be printed into physical hardbacks with spray edges and artwork endpapers. If you are interested check out my I*, author.muse or F B author muse for more information on making a pledge and having our goal met!

she cooed, her anger dissipating for the moment. But just as Takuto thought he was in the clear, Kenta burst out from behind a bookshelf. "Liar!" he yelled, pointing a finger at Takuto. "He just let me trade stickers for shovels!" Kenta then pulled a damp sticker out of his nose and held it up for all to see. "Look! This is evidence!" Takuto’s eyes widened as he looked at the snot-covered Pikachu sticker. No… no… this is worse than a Bitcoin crash!

It transforms the adventure through my collection into something truly extraordinary! ASIN: B0DQ81GWJC ACKNOWLEDGMENTS I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to my talented art designer, Rebekah, for the stunning digital paintings, that you can find on my P*******t page just by searching Unusualdee, and the beautiful book cover. A special thanks goes to Light and Gem for their invaluable feedback as my Beta readers. I also deeply appreciate all the other wonderful members of the SBAR (Smut Book Avid Reader) club for their unwavering support throughout the journey of compiling these smut stories. Your encouragement means the world to me.

She rocked back and forth on her heels, a nervous smile twitching along her lips. I want to laugh, but I remain professional. I’m supposed to be an expert in all things seduction and sex. I can’t break my cover now. I gently spell out her name before writing my unique yet generic as all h*ll personalized message. After that’s done, I scrawl out my signature, ‘G. Blake’ and close the book once I know the message won’t smear. I slip into the first few pages, a business card, a special bookmark, and a couple of stickers before I place the book in a printed small tote bag. A final touch of an art print of the main characters, and I then finally hand the bag to the reader. Nice and quick. Only ni

Drake’s eyes lit up when he saw the book, the blazing orange was hard to look at but was mesmerizing all the same, “The path of the one and the end of the thirteen, I never thought I would get to see it,” “You can be the one to translate, I never was good with enochian,” Ellie said with a smile as she slid the book to the entrancing Dragon-shifter, “So, you're really going to give us a history lesson, right now?” questioned Valaria as her amethyst eyes darted between Drake and Ellie,

I squinted my eyes and glared at her. Tentatively, she removed the paper cover of her book. Underneath was a far cry from the gently paper cover. The paper cover had a street with cherry blossoms blooming on each side. The title ‘Never Apart’ indicated a soft romance. The ‘real’ book cover, the one hidden under cherry blossoms was a half naked man, He had no shirt and showed tight muscles. all over his torso were tattoos His hand enclosed the throat of a blonde girl, she was dressed in a shirt probably his because of how large it is. Her head is thrown back in obvious pleasure and the title is ‘Choke me Harder.’ Definitely nothing a sophisticated young miss should read.

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I'm on the last bookcase just as it's starting to get dark. When I try to pull the books off the bottom shelf, one book seems stuck, but I can't tell why. It's not oversized or wedged into the shelf or anything. I pull hard but it doesn't budge. Bending down I realize it's a fake book that when all the other books have been removed it slides to the side, opening an access panel. Behind the access panel is a combination lock. I jump up, get the other slip of paper and after several tries of left and right combinations I open the lock. Inside is a small device that looks like an IPOD with ear buds attached to it. It has a small LCD screen and a thumb wheel with a button in the middle of it. I

he said, and the delight in him made my heart flip the way it had the first time he’d kissed me in my father’s kitchen. He led me to the study where the morning light fell in a great, forgiving rectangle across his desk. On the chair sat a small stack of books tied with blue ribbon. The top book was familiar — the little handmade thing he’d started months ago — but this copy was different. The cover was bound properly, embossed with tiny gold stars, and on the inside page, in his script, was a dedication: For the children who will steal our socks and the adults who will still love them. — M. My throat closed on a bruise of unutterable something. “Marcus?” I said, and my voice came out breath