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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!

I ask and Everett shrugs. "Fuck if I know." He says, grabbing something else from his bag. "Can you believe these bookmarks they gave us?" He asks, showing me the pink tasseled piece of cardboard with the words 'Smut Slut' written in gold leafing displayed proudly on both sides. "If we're gonna do it, we might as well go all in." I say, looking at my own bookmark that says 'Emotionally attached to a morally grey character' in loopy font. At least mine's black.

The little triangle thing, he suddenly wondered if it had a name, was pointing to yes. The window on the other side of the door asked “Do I really need another candle?” The magic 8 ball underneath it had the answer of “Yes – Definitely” On the door in elegant script was Botanica Wiccan Bookstore, established 2006 Ciara Goode, Proprietess In both windows were elaborate and beautiful displays of books, candles, crystals, tarot cards and novelties. Working up his courage, Knuckles got off his bike and walked inside. He had expected the whole place to be dark and broody.

We went to the local littles shop, our town does have a variety of bdsm shops, littles being one of them, you could find anything in our town. We went to the shop and I went crazy, I picked things for my princess, we don’t know how young she is when in little space but we hoped she would be young, like really young. I want my baby to be just that a baby, we’ll still take care of all her needs, including the sexual ones, but when she’s in her big girl headspace.

She pulled it out, sneezed once as dust motes tickled her nostrils, and lowered the book on the coffee table. The title was written in cursive gold letters, 'The Art Of The Body'. Clearly out of curiosity, she opened to the middle of the book, and her eyes nearly popped out in pure mortification. The book contained explicit diagrams of men and women in different, erotic, sexual poses.

They invade though, and I end up having to navigate the rabble with a furrowed brow at their behaviour. Moving around them, I catch my bag on the corner of the table, piled with returned books, causing a few to slide off with a thud. Cursing inwardly, I stop to scoop low to pick them up and turn, facing the table as I stack them again. My mind blank and eyes trailing some of the older dustier covers before me with interest and deep respect for books, my fingers tracing the titles. I’m about to turn away when a poster on the wall catches my eye, actually the name does, and I still, breath pausing in my chest and eyes widening. Dante Torres.

But she… didn’t flinch. Lena walked over to a little table display and picked up a thin, cloth-bound book. She walked over to him, holding it out like an offering. *The Quiet Between Lightning Strikes.* A poetry book. The cover was old and nubbly, the title scribbled in fine silver ink. Julian stared at it like it was an alien thing. "What's this?" "A book," she said, smiling. "I told you. I don't—"

This book was my first non-exclusive, that is the first book I was allowed to post on multiple apps, and it’s insane how much had changed since I began this book. It has made me believe more in my dreams, and I’ve decided to push myself a little more and have more faith in what can be achieved. So, what’s next? 1.For Bullied By The Alpha Prince, I plan on creating a lot of art derived from certain scenes in the book, and posting them on my social media (nadiaxsparks on I***a.gram and Nadia’s Wolf Den on Face.book). Some of these artworks would be released first or stay exclusive to my I****t tiers, because they might be too explicit for social media, and I’m also trying to offer more to my s

He knew what it was—the insignia of Beocraft. Kevin ambled across the room, browsing through the books on the shelf. Most of the titles and pictures in the books were disturbing. His eyes were drawn to the title of a particular book. Torture technique. The cover page had a disturbing image of a blood-soaked heart being pulled out of a man’s chest by what appeared to be a surgeon. An intense feeling of revulsion grew within him as he stared. Then he noticed a little study table beside the shelf; a lamp and a book sat on top.

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