David Sedaris Books Ranked Novels & Stories

Slamming me against the wall, my skirt hiked up, pounding into me until my legs gave out. But he just nodded, picking up his fork. "This looks perfect. You've outdone yourself again." I hovered, wiping an imaginary spot on the table. "Is there anything else you need, sir? Dessert? Or... something more?" God, that sounded desperate. My cheeks heated. He chewed thoughtfully, savoring the bite. "No, this will do. Though, tell me, how's that new recipe book I got you? Any inspirations?" Inspirations? I wanted to scream. Inspire me by bending me over this chair, fucking me senselessly. Your cock deep inside, hard and fast, making me beg. I shifted my weight, the friction between my thighs sending

Ryker commanded as he didn't even look up from his laptop. Arya had to admit though, he was handsome, she prided herself on being impartial to looks but even she was tempted to abandon her petty anger and just stay with him. He wore another one of his handmade expensive suits, probably by one brand that she didn't know along with his watch and the costly-looking reading glasses that rested comfortably on the bridge of his nose. Even his tie screamed money. She was serious at that point but she couldn't help but wonder how it would feel if she was his...

CHAPTER ONE | NUDES ON SHOW DAHLIA HAYES “You haven't seen it, have you?” The sound of my secretary’s voice pulled me away from my deep focus on the case files. My brows furrowed in irritation. She knew better than to interrupt me when I was in the middle of a life-changing case. “This isn't the time to gossip, Lara. The case against King Enterprises is a big opportunity for our firm to—” She dropped her phone on my desk, right in front of me. My gaze shifted from the letters on the file to the glaring image on her phone screen.

Mark asked, "Mr. Yates, what kind of book should I buy?" "Whatever. It doesn't matter," Lucas answered. "Hurry up." "Right away, Mr. Yates," said Mark as he rushed out of the room. A while later, he returned with a romance novel. Lucas' expression darkened when he saw the book's title—"Post-Divorce Seduction". Why did he feel like the book was depicting his situation? Mark swallowed when he saw Lucas' expression. He asked gingerly, "Sir, do you need me to buy another one for you?"

Siena could not believe Imelda’s words at once. “As far as I know, he’s well-known because he once wrote the biography of a former president of the United States, and it was the best-selling book. Moreover, he won Pulitzer Price twice for his works in journalistic,” it was Brian who responded. A blush crept to Siena’s cheeks, she felt so embarrassed. Even Brian knew about Alfonso Garcia! How could she be so ignorant about someone so famous like Alfonso?

Demitri isn't Marcus, and while I love Demitri, I don't want this side from him, I want it from Marcus. "Think about it Marcus, you saying Demitri can give me it, is like me saying Analise can give you the Dominant side you sometimes need to submit to me. Would you let Analise give you that part if I didn't?" I look at him waiting, my heart thumping away, what if he says yes? Then what?

Chapter 23: The Truth about Him Faith’s P.O.V “Here you go,” David pointed out to the isle that had all the books related to disaster management. “Try the books written by Heather Shaw and Kane Westwick, so far they are the most helpful ones you’ll find on the subject.” “Thank you so much, David,” I told him gratefully. “I’d be totally lost if you didn’t help me out here. This place is massive!”

Nothing new. Cara Nieman was dared to pole dance. Patricia Coleman was dared to give Andrew Sanders a lap dance to Rihanna’s Work. Kate Olives was dared to tongue kiss a girl of her choice and she picked Zara Beige, the cow. Brie Davidson was dared to strip off five things from her body, for someone who wore nothing but a black flimsy see-through mini dress, you can probably guess how that went down. My sister, Summer was dared to imitate having sex with a boy of her choice and she chose Collins. Zachary rejected all of his dares with the label that “he had a fiancé” hence, he drank a shot of whiskey instead. A sweet gentleman he was, and he remained so until his end.

Get a grip! Faith took several deep breaths to try to slow down her racing heart, then began to look at the books surrounding her. And her jaw dropped again when she realized that not only was he carrying all fifty-three of J.D. Robb’s In Death series written to date, but also that he had arranged them in chronological order rather than just lining them up alphabetically. She was a huge fan and collector, with books one through thirty-two in her possession already, so his presentation impressed her.

The night was thick with fog, curling around the city’s skyline like whispered secrets. Isabella Voss sat at Damian’s penthouse library, the soft glow of the antique lamps illuminating financial records, coded messages, and photographs spread across the mahogany table. Every thread she pulled on Kane’s network seemed to lead to more questions than answers. Someone was orchestrating the chaos, a hidden force stronger and more cunning than Kane himself.