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"Why don't you wait at the coffee shop downstairs, Ra?" "I don't have your cellphone number right. Om Ranu doesn't want to give it." Adam almost laughed when he saw Yara's expression and how she looked. Adam was almost certain that the woman in front of him had just ruffled her own hair. Because it is impossible for Yara Karina Candra to let the wind ruffle her hair, let alone other people. "Just wait downstairs, you order what you want, I'll follow later. I want to call my fiancee first."

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Joan said with a smile. "we're friends now Joan, I'm honored to have you." "Thank you, Mrs. Dumas, for inviting us. We brought wine," Asher said handing her a bottle of 2012 Domaine de la Romanee-Conti "Ah! you brought the good stuff, you're not a cheapskate then. We might well become friends, and please call me Kathy. Come on the party's right this way." Kathy leads the couple into the front hall, then towards the front room, where they heard excited chatter coming from the room.

She clasped her hands together, her eyes shined more brightly, and for a second, he took his time to examine it, her eyes shining beautifully. "So, this is my old bookstore where I used to come and purchase books. I mostly read books about law, and best sellers." It was as if she wanted to tell him a secret, because she appeared shy now. "I also read romance novels here." Sucker up. He was supposed to be frowning right now, but then, he was walking along the stacks, "Who are your favorite authors?" She seemed excited to talk to him, had she never said this to anyone before? She fastened her steps, her strapping her blazer over her white shirt underneath, "Julia Quinn! I love her historical r

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This is going to be nice, I just know it. I spend hours cooking, snacking, reading, and it feels like a dream. My fae romance novel takes me to a land that doesn’t resemble my life and I’m so happy to lose myself in it. I’m reading along happily when I come across a word that strikes me dead. Mates. Great. Just what I was trying to forget about. I put it down and pull out the other book I brought, a historical fiction novel. No mates here, no way. Dinnertime creeps around and I spend a while making a nice risotto with a side salad and garlic bread. It’s so good it borders on s*x.

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

“If it’s the one person who makes your heart race and your blood feel like it’s on fire, then yes. Common sense doesn’t stand much of a chance.” “But what if that person is the worst possible choice?” I asked. “What if he doesn’t respect her, doesn’t love her back, treats her like crap?” “Why are you so worked up?” She snatched the book out of my hands and glanced at the cover. Then she snorted. “Oh. I get it now. You’ve been reading again. A historical romance? Honestly, that’s still an improvement over those creepy occult books you used to read. What, you didn’t like the hero?”

Inside the box, there were several letters, bound together by a leather strap. Liam and Penelope sat in silence as they sifted through the stack of letters, their eyes scanning each page for any relevant information. The tension in the room was palpable as if the weight of the world rested on their shoulders. As Liam read through one of the letters, he furrowed his brow in concentration. It was from his great-great-grand uncle, and it contained a secret that had been kept hidden for generations. "He was cheating on his werewolf girlfriend," Liam muttered under his breath. "And that's not all. He was also plotting ways to destroy the werewolves because he believed they were not meant to exist

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.