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“Yup. Why are you so thrifty? I was going through your file when you were in the shower, and you don’t spend money frivolously. Why? You’re an award-winning author. You make good money. You have, if my calculations are correct, gotten at least a million from your inheritance thus far. Why don’t you splurge more?” “Imposter syndrome,” she shrugged as she stared longingly at the glass. “It’s already poured, Presley. Drink it.” He teased her. “What do you mean imposter syndrome?” “My first book I wrote when I was nineteen and in college. It hit big. I didn’t have a degree yet. I didn’t have any experience. I simply wrote, tweaked it, wrote some more and then showed it to a friend who showed it

Beau flips open the book. “How about I read you a chapter? That should take your mind off of things.” My cheeks burn, and it has nothing to do with any remnant fever. “I don’t think that –” “You can get off if you want. I won’t judge.” “I will not!” I cover my face with my hands. Beau shrugs. “An orgasm is a perfectly ordinary bodily function. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” It’s not that Beau is unattractive. He is, and he has that devilish sort of smile that so easily makes the girls trip and fall into his bed. But I’m not going to be one of them.

Can you please leave a honest review about this book? I want to know if what I'm writing does make sense or not OR if I have to improve more in my writing. Thank you so much 🙏 will truly appreciate your support. Aisha's POV Walking into Aryan's company limited like a crazy woman isn't at all funny. "Great!!....just great Aisha, can't believe you're late on your first day interview". I thought shaking my head.

*You have no idea what others are dealing with in their personal life so just be nice, its that simple! This book is a complete work of fiction, No name, event or happening in this book are real. If any is found common or same as real life event or happening, then it is coincidental and shouldn't be taken personally or seriously. I apologize in advance for any error you may find in this book. Please constructive comments are welcomed, (I'll reply) but any annoying comment would be ignored and deleted. 💛 Flourish Ruth Felix (also known as love_richie)

"It's Uncle Kramer's house, so no offense is taken. What are you reading anyway, at night? Sone steamy CEO romance? Or cute girl's exaggerated first kiss? "Shut your weird mouth," she scolds lightly, then shows him the book cover. Mahone glances at it and reads the title loudly, "The New Orleans Voodoo Handbook. What_ you're practicing black magic now? "Whatever," she says, widening her eyes. "Hey, hey! Why are you undressing in front of me? I can be your buddy, but you have to remember that I'm a girl, too!" she covers her face with book "So what?" he throws the shirt on the chair, showing his perfect six pack abdomens, smirking at her shyness. "I know you don't have bad thoughts about my b

How I could’ve been walking aimlessly through the bookstore one moment, scorning Reverend McIlvian and his healing powers, and the next unconsciously buying his book, of all things. In a way, I suppose it makes some sort of sense. All my life I’d gone to great lengths to convince myself that I was “okay” with my handicap. Turns out I was a pretty decent liar. However, even though it pissed me off that folks—Dad included—had fallen for this shyster’s shit, deep down inside? I suppose a part of me wanted that healing, too. Or at least, a part of me was curious, wanted to see if there was anything to it, if it were possible for me to be . . .

I was twenty-five years old and terrified. The book was released on a Tuesday. By Friday, it hit the bestseller list. "It's number three," Rebecca called to tell me. "And climbing. Early reviews are incredible." I read some reviews online. They ranged from glowing to hateful. Some readers connected deeply with my story. Others called me a traitor to humanity. "Don't read the negative ones," Kyle advised. "They don't matter." But they did matter. Every hateful comment reminded me why I'd written the book. To combat that exact hatred with truth and love.

"You wrote yourself." "I wrote the argument," Valentina says. "The self is the evidence." "It is the best evidence," Cristina says. "The practice proven by the life. The life as the primary case study." A pause. "This is the book that will matter most." "More than the first?" "The first book said what the practice is," Cristina says. "This book says what the practice does to a person who lives by it. Those are different books. The second is the harder one to write and the more important one to have written."

“The world may try to distort you, judge you, underestimate you, but here, with me, you are your own force.” I inhaled slowly, letting the truth of that settle. “I do not need the world to understand me. I only need to understand myself.” His hand moved slightly, fingers brushing against the curve of my waist. Not rushed, not urgent. Just deliberate contact. The kind that acknowledges, that confirms, that does not claim but affirms. “You are evolving beautifully,” he whispered. “And every room, every challenge, every subtle manipulation is powerless against you now.” I felt warmth rise in my chest. Pride. Desire. Recognition of what I had become. The girl from Briar Glen had been replaced by

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