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Hell yes, we are. This book is your permission slip to stop overthinking. Forget logic. Forget consequences. Forget whether the logistics of that position actually make sense on a moving motorcycle. (Spoiler: they don’t. But we’re doing it anyway.) Let go. These novellas are built for pleasure. Yours. Whether you’re here for the slow burn or the instant heat, the enemies-to-lovers bickering or the sweet surrender, there’s something inside these pages to curl your toes and leave your pulse a little faster than it was before.

Don Niko didn't save me from the hands of death only for me to betray him like this. ‘You already messed up. Retrace your fucking steps Thalia,’ my innervoice urged me, making me slip my hands into my bag. My fingers curled tightly around the gun, my heart fluttering with fear as I slowly pulled it out. In my three years of murdering people, I'd never felt so scared to shoot someone. Christ. Was this what it felt like to be dickmatized? I discarded the thought. I wasn't weak. I wasn't sentimental. It was just sex and nothing more. It didn't change the fact that he was my target to assassinate.

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“The fire investigator said that I left my book on the stove and it caught fire. It happens.” “Did you leave a book?” he asked. “I’d never seen the book before,” she explained. “It was called, ‘You’re Next.’ They also found the remains of the rest of the series in the kitchen. Their titles were ‘Dead Man Walking’ and ‘Dead and Deader.’ They weren’t my books.” “He put them there?” he asked. “That’s a heck of a warning.” “Yeah,” she agreed. “So I ran. I know that he’s out there. I think I’m safe for now. I’ve crossed state lines, and I don’t think he has a good way to track me, but...”

Some guys climbed to her room by her window. "Who are you?" She asked with fear. "None of your business. Give the secret book to us." "I won't." She said. One of them hit her and she fainted. Then they started to find the book. They find the secret book behind the photo frame. Then took it and run away.

violence left at the scene of the crime. Ashley looked out into the twilight. If her “sensitivity” could be used the same way… She knew only one place connected to Blackwell, one place where the man had done something terrible. She thought of the shallow grave where Jack had been buried alive. What if some vibes had been left behind? Maybe if she went out there, she could pick up something. The psychic on TV had talked about years and years of effort to develop her skill into what it was today. So if the “skill” could be developed, that meant Ashley might get better at it if she kept trying.

Then there were his psychology books and books on wilderness craft. His gaze fell on a small cluster of volumes of English literature, some that Faith had convinced him to try. While he couldn't bring himself to read them, he hadn't been able to part with them, either. The top shelf held an extensive collection of contemporary bestsellers, and it was one of those he chose, a mystery thriller, as he heard the first roll of thunder. "Yep, Bear, it seems like a 'dark and stormy night' kind of night." He gave the dog a pat as he settled down in his chair.

He looked through the titles and pulled a book out—Qualcuno volò sul nido del cuculo. One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey, in Italian. I set the other down, just in case he finished that one or wanted to switch. “Thank you. This room is like a tomb, and I’ve been bored out of my mind when you’re gone.” He linked his fingers with mine and pulled my hand to his lips. His teeth grazed against my knuckle before his lips soothed. “Resting is good. It will help you heal.”

I still thought of Lyndon’s words about the prior murder case in Argao because I was there. I AM CURRENTLY reading CareLikeGoldFish’s work. The book is a mystery-thriller and even without romance, I couldn’t stop reading it whole because the scenes are so familiar, it’s like I’ve seen them before. Just like the scene where the main character shot his friend. It’s the same as what I saw there in Boljoon two months ago.

I giggled. "I think I'll read it too then." "You should. What's the next book?" "ENTER THE DRAGON by CLIVE CUSSLER." All the books were marked with a white X by the side so they were easier to find and place side by side. "Finally. YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN by JEAN HAFF KORELITZ." "That one's deep." All the books had one thing in common: they all had sprinkles and bits of thrillers in them.