Create Paperback Book Novels & Stories

I hadn’t told her. I went through intake—ID, pat-down, metal detector. The officer at the desk made me sign three things. He checked the books against a list. He let the hardcover through. He took the McCarthy. “Hardcover’s fine. Paperback’s not,” he said flatly. “It’s a paperback.” “Yes.” “And the paperback’s not fine.” “Correct.” “The hardcover is.” “Yes.” “Okay.”

Most of them have only one picture on the page and are a quarter of the size of a regular book. "Shit." I say quietly. "I can't believe it still costs ten bucks for a book that only has six pages. I can get a two hundred page paperback at the grocery store for the same price." Tiffany smirks. "But does your two hundred page paperback have fur like this touchy-feely book with a tiger on the front?" "It has fur?" I grab it out of her hands and begin going through it, touching all the different pictures as I turn the pages.

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

Most of them have only one picture on the page and are a quarter of the size of a regular book. "Shit." I say quietly. "I can't believe it still costs ten bucks for a book that only has six pages. I can get a two hundred page paperback at the grocery store for the same price." Tiffany smirks. "But does your two hundred page paperback have fur like this touchy-feely book with a tiger on the front?" "It has fur?" I grab it out of her hands and begin going through it, touching all the different pictures as I turn the pages.

Though I am checking, I am asking him. “We are launching 30 exclusive books along with famous writers' books as non-exclusive.” He is reporting as a professional. “Hmm. What about ebooks and paperbacks?” I need that update as well. “Ebooks are ready and paperback, we didn’t do that to avoid expenses. According to the demands, we will move.” I nod. “What about Abigail? Did you contact Ema? How’s she?” She left our home yesterday. “She is doing well. Why did she leave suddenly?” His question has a point.

Nate said with a grin as he watched Elise walk toward them. “Then hop to it, son,” Sidney said as he took his seat next to Mary Joselyn. “Hello, my love,” Nate whispered as Elise took her place next to him. “Do you realize that I have been a paper wife and paper widow twice, but never a real wife?” she whispered back. “That’s about to change,” Nate assured her as he took her hand in his. ***

Anyway, since this is a non-exclusive book, a self-published paperback version of this novel (which will be the second edition as I have removed and edited some scenes) will soon be available. Once again, I thank you dear reader from the bottom of my heart for your unwavering support. With love, Nymeria

Every single book, especially the expensive hardcovers started disappearing ridiculously fast. I barely had time to restock the front of the table before another wave of hands reached for them. People were buying two, three copies at a time without even hesitating. The cheaper paperbacks vanished just as quickly, but it was the pricier editions that shocked me most. They were flying off the stacks like they were on clearance. Meanwhile, the booths around me stayed almost quiet.

Mine was frantic and shallow; Killian’s was deep and dangerously steady. The air in the library smelled of old parchment and expensive leather, a sharp contrast to the perfume and champagne outside. It was a cold room, but the heat radiating from Killian was enough to burn. He did not turn on the lights. He did not have to. The moonlight filtered through the tall windows, casting long, jagged shadows across the floor. He did not stop until I was pressed back against a shelf of leather bound books, the hard spines digging into my shoulder blades. "Killian," I whispered, the name catching in my throat.

Except, of course, some people pay attention to all of this. and show up. The two exchanged a knowing look. "I wish I could guarantee that," she said. “You certainly deserve it, but the truth is. which is unpredictable. We are competing with the beach, not to mention mai tais and pupus. — Pupus? “Hawaiian appetizers. Well, you know how the book business is these days. so many people drawn to electronic media rather than good old-fashioned books. And the prices are high, especially for hardcover books.