Come Close Book Novels & Stories

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The soft groan of wood rang out in the quiet bookstore as Lena turned over the last sign on the door: **CLOSED**. Outside, the city drew a breath, illuminated by amber streetlights and the quiet rumble of passing cars. Within, the world held its breath. Warm. Intimate. Holy.

Would this truth be closure enough, or would it open another page? The baby…. STAY TUNED FOR BOOK 2. ALL THE LOOSE ENDS WOULD BE TIED UP IN BOOK 2. MEANWHILE…… Other books by Karlyn Wehlma My Neighbors Desire. Genre : Erotica She was close to her release when she heard his sexy masculine voice. It never registered in her head that he was actually here, watching her the whole time. "I thought you'd never ask." She replied drunkenly. She felt these strong rough palms caress her hips, moving to her butt. He squeezed her butt cheeks really hard.

I prayed. The End Book 2, coming Next Week. F#c#bo%k page: A.K.Knight Inst@gr@m: athan941

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And somewhere in the shadows of my quiet apartment, something very old… stirred. I finally summoned courage to slam the book shut with a sharp snap that echoed through my quiet apartment. My heart was racing, skin flushed hot despite the cool rain still pattering against the windows. That invisible presence lingered in the air like heavy incense — thick, masculine, and far too interested. I couldn’t explain it, but every instinct screamed that opening that book any further tonight would be dangerous. “No,” I whispered to the empty room. “Not tonight.”

she rasped. Francis could already see the answer clear in her eyes, he stood up and placing the book he was reading on the kitchen counter, he took slow but calculated steps to her. He stood in front of her, letting her breath in his scent and knowing it was doing something to her brain. He let her have a good look of his perfect body and even though his fingers itched to caress her face, he forced them by his side, “what is that, ma’am?” he challenged, perhaps if she should just tell him, he would let her off the hook and give her what she wants.

"Just tell me." Ivy is used to Cela's lack of emotion. As her editor, she's mastered handling her so well. "Your second book is selling faster than the first one. Only three branches of the bookstore have not confirmed the final sales yet as of 5PM today but the other seven already did!" she told the first good news. "Really?" Cela asked in a casual tone but a smile shortly appeared on her face after realizing she's having a back-to-back success.

The small click of the notebook ring when she turned the page was as grounding as a deep breath. Not inward. Not away. Just closer. Lists. Lines. Timelines. What could be touched, measured, and corrected. She opened her notebook to the next clean page and let the pen move in straight strokes that did not wobble, even when her wrist wanted to. Her fingers smelled faintly of lemon sanitizer and graphite. She pressed harder than she needed to, as if the act could anchor her to the present.