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I was hoping that he didn’t have to go back to work so quickly, but I know his work is important, vital to the man I love and I wouldn’t want to ever change that. So, I settle in to make some coffee and skim my fingers over the bookshelves lining the walls in the spacious living room. I’ve never seen Gavin with a book in his hand and it surprises me that he has such a large collection. Charles Dickens, Ray Donovan, Marie Barnes, Nicholas Sparks, the authors range from one genre to another and somehow I know that most of these couldn’t be Gavin’s. I couldn’t imagine him reading a full length novel like Great Expectations. He thrives on action, solving problems, making strides in whatever he i

The pleasant scent of old, crisp book pages was calming and relaxing. I had always loved reading, and that made me wonder why a man like Maximo had a well-maintained library in his home. With his dark tattoos, wild eyes, scars and scruffy ways, he definitely didn’t seem to be the type who would have much interest in spending his leisure time reading old books. And yet, he had a rather fine collection of books with a well-maintained library.

He smiles to himself and scrolls down the titles before clicking on one and clearing his throat. "It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife..." He begins, his slow melodic voice calming my busy mind as I sip my wine and enjoy the book I've read a thousand times before, appreciating it a little more this time around.

Curiosity was eating at her. With an effort, she made herself focus on the other titles. He had books on negotiating, battle tactics, history, agriculture…boring. Didn’t the man read any fiction? There was a book on stained glass that looked mildly interesting, but she kept scanning the shelves, hoping for something more enticing. Her search was rewarded. There, right in the middle of his shelves at eye level, was an entire shelf of books devoted to lovemaking. Wiley’s eyes boggled as she read the titles: An Illustrated Guide to the Sensual Arts. A Woman’s Climax. Emotional Need and the Sensual Virgin. There were dozens of titles.

’ W-what were these explicit books? Glaring at him, she couldn’t help but grumble, “…Just what kinds of books are you reading…?!” “…What? Making love is completely normal between married couples, and they’re great at keeping relationships together too. Just so you know, men tend to cheat on their expecting wives, not that I would ever do that. Anyway, just know that I’m reading all these for your sake.” …For her sake? Was he for real?!

“You don’t exactly give off the warm and approachable vibe.” “That’s because I’m not warm,” he said flatly. “But I am human.” That made me pause. It was the first time he’d said it so directly. As if he needed me to hear it. To believe it. “Do you remember what you read here?” I asked softly. “Mostly old classics. Steinbeck. Hemingway. My mother was obsessed with making me ‘well-read.’” He made air quotes. “Said a man who could understand words could understand people.”

Author’s Note. My lovely readers, We have come such a long way on this journey together, and as we approach the end, there are some things I deeply want to share with you from the bottom of my heart. I want to start by saying this: I am not against men. I truly believe men are good people when they are genuinely in love with you. Personally, I have always been an independent woman, and to be completely honest, the mere idea of having to depend on a man gives me the irk. But I am also that person who believes that finding a good man is not just a flex. It’s a big achievement and a massive blessing as well. Finding a partner who genuinely wants to help you grow is such a big win… sadly, it is

"Okayy. Not a crime. Else there’s more to it than–" "It's a man." "A man?" "The kind you read about in books. Has the perfect smile. Clean-cut. Polished. Polite. Has daughters." "Holy shit," Kingsley mutters. Yeah. Exactly.

the woman agreed with Lyra and the man looked at me. “Please, back me up here,” he said and I shrugged. “I actually agree with the ladies. There is nothing like enough books. Get her more books, king.” “She prefers this book men to me. Why should I help her do such a thing to me?” “You should still get her the book. She knows that the men in these books are fictional and will actually make no sense in real life.” Lyra scoffed and picked up the book the woman had pointed to. “This book here has my all time favorite male character in it, Thor Nelson. After reading this book, I prayed for a partner like me for weeks. I still do.”

"My name is Danielle Arnold with no parents. I stay with my Pa and I have come to work here as a clerk. I am good with economics and reading is my hobby." "Is that all?" The woman asked. "If I were to tell you all then we all wouldn't leave here today. Besides, you asked for a briefing." The last man who hadn't said anything nodded and went through my resume. "Are you good at reading? What is your favorite book?" The first man asked again. Just as I had predicted. "My favorite book is a book I haven't read at all but I have it at home. It was written by Adam Smith, 'the wealth of the nation.'"