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"Mama, would it be okay if Riley reads a book to me tonight?" I don’t mind one bit, if anything I love the fact that she wants Riley to do it, but whether he wants to or not, I’m not sure. Of course, all thoughts of him not wanting to do it is abandoned the moment I look at his face and see his beaming smile. "I would love to, darling." He looks so excited to do it that it makes me laugh. Nina takes off running into her bedroom slamming the door after her and I take this moment to face Riley. "Thank you, Riley. I have so many things to thank you for right now but this, the decorations and making Nina's Christmas wish come true is something I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank you enough

She hadn’t been this much into the Christmas spirit since she was twelve-years-old. “Hmm,” Lacey sighed happily as she circled her wrist around Blake’s arm. “What are you thinking about?” he asked as they continued to stroll along in the brisk cold. “I’m thinking about how romantic this time of year is,” she swooned. “Romantic?” he repeated with slight bewilderment. “Christmas can be romantic. The mistletoe, nothing but candles and twinkling lights in a room. Snow falling from the sky as two lovebirds kiss for the first time,” she fantasized.

She hollered in my face with hatred looming in her eyes and I let out a sardonic chuckle, unable to believe what I just heard. “Clement, tell me she's kidding. That's not true, right?” I asked, holding on to the last string of hope I had. “So naive. Clement actually wanted to prove to us that even weirdos could fall in love and he did it so swiftly. Mind you, the stake was just $10,000. That's how cheap you are!” Jake scoffed and my already broken heart ripped into a million pieces. I hated to seem weak before these people, and I tried to put on a tough front, but the stream of tears rolling down my cheeks wasn't helping issues. Even though I never offered my body to Clement, I felt used and

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

Jasmine's life takes an unexpected turn when she swaps books with Robin Nasir, the popular and wealthy boy at Coastal Field Royal. She visits his mansion to retrieve her irreplaceable first edition of Pride and Prejudice, but finds herself drawn into an intense and passionate encounter. ************************* The library at Coastal Field Royal was a sanctuary of silence, its towering shelves lined with leather-bound tomes and the faint scent of aged paper. It was here, amidst the hushed whispers of knowledge, that Jasmine’s life took an unexpected turn.

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VOLUME FOUR: A SADDLE CREEK CHRISTMAS ROMANCE PART 1: FAMILY CHRISTMAS-RUSTLERS AND ROMANCE Dedication: This book is dedicated to my late mother, Dorothy Viola Hoy Lowery Semple, who always supported me in my writing and was always the first to download?and leave a review. And without her dragging me to church every Sunday and to Candlelight Services Christmas Eve?I would not know the important?traditions or the true meaning of Christmas in my heart.

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

Enjoy not having to see one xoxo, or one pandered holiday- themed anything, in a mountain of snow, it sounded ideal. Like the kind of vacation that would put me far, far away from feeling any lack in my life. And all because of one stupid day. But, nope. Here I am sitting in the bar, nursing a pink-sugar martini (no, they didn’t just bring it out for the holiday — I drink them regularly) right in the middle of Love Central. Match-Made-In-Heaven Mecca. Even in the dark, neon-edged embrace of the bar, all I can see are couples.

I swallowed hard, my throat already swallowing the cum that I was certain was about to be delivered deep inside my fucking mouth. He leaned forward slowly, letting two of his fingers rest gently at the base of my chin before lifting my face to meet his eyes. Then he asked again, “Tell me if it’s your first time, so I’ll be gentle.” His voice was low, still carrying that soft, almost groan-like edge. Oh, God! Why the hell is his voice so deep and soft at the same fucking time? How the hell is he even doing this? Making me wet my panties while I haven't even started working as a Fluffer yet?