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I opened the first page, and there was a post-it note stuck on it: "I've highlighted all the places that I thought you might like. Hope that might help you with your search. —B" I flipped through the pages of the big book and noticed that Blake had gone through the entire book, highlighting the ones he thought I would like. He even wrote notes and comments on why he thinks I should check them out. There were at least hundreds of them! And on the very last page of the book, there was another post-it note stuck on it: "I'm sorry... I miss you :(" Oh, shit on a stick. Even I had to admit, this was really sweet...

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.

There is no mate bond, but having him close makes me feel more secure. “I can’t wait for you to see this.” He rubs his thumb on the top of my hand as he leads me to a store. It’s rare Bronx gets so excited about surprising me. We approach a bookstore with a dusty, old window display. In gold paint, there is a picture of a pan flute and a goat. The images are peeling and sundried as if they’ve been there forever. Over the pictures are the words ‘The Barded Goat Used & Collectible Books’.

There were all types of publishers: children's, teen, and adult, science fiction, fantasy, romance, erotica, historical, biography, and nonfiction. It appeared to go on indefinitely. The booths featured posters of future novels as well as release dates. They were handing out pamphlets, bookmarks, pens, and other small trinkets to pique their readers' interest in the novels they presented. Some even made early chapters available in compact, bound paperbacks to entice readers and leave them wanting more. Deep in her heart, Sandra grumbled at Laura and Ruth for not telling her that the place would be this crowded. But thinking back, she should be aware that the book fair would be crowded.

Both the pre-ruin and the post-ruin, I wasn't ready for any of it. My movements came to a halt when my gaze flitted across the street and landed on the poster of the new Fantasy series I had been waiting on; All the Beautiful Things. It was a trilogy. All the beautiful things are red, All the beautiful things are gold, and All the beautiful things are black. It was more like Romantasy actually. A wide grin crept up my face and I looked sideways, before slipping towards the bookstore even though I knew there was no car in sight. Volxe bookstore.

" Good luck. - Thanks. He brushed my cheek lightly, almost like he was stroking a amulet. “I'm glad you're here, Tezzie. I chose a chair near the back, leaving Damien's fans the best seats, and also curious to watch the audience. I grabbed a handful of bookmarks and I watched one of them; I saw that the design was simple, attractive, and effective. On one side it showed Wild Fire; O another brought the covers of previous books and a short synopsis of each one, in addition to talking about the

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She set the tote bag on my coffee table with a dramatic thump. “Okay,” she announced, rubbing her hands together. “Book club. This is sacred.” “It’s one meeting,” I reminded her. Bailey stared at me like I’d said something deeply offensive. “It’s always one meeting until it’s your entire personality.” I tried not to smile. Failed. Bailey grinned triumphantly and unzipped her tote. “I brought options.” She began pulling paperbacks out like weapons. One had a wolf silhouette against a full moon. Another had a shirtless man with abs carved by a vengeful god. Another, horrifyingly, had both.