How To Gift An Audiobook Novels & Stories

I hope no one gives attention to his words. " Happy birthday, sister. I may not know you as Ryder do. But I do know what you like. So, this might be useful for you." Dylan said, giving me a card. It looks like a card. Now, I'm eager. All I think of is a credit card, debit card which I'm not expecting from anyone. " An amazon gift card...." " Yep, you can buy as many books as you like until you run out of this $200."

It made my heart flutter to watch him, and in that moment, I forgot we were ever arguing at all. “Well, I couldn’t really decide on what book to get you, since I guess we don’t talk about that kind of stuff very much. But I know you really like books, because I watch you a lot. Not in a creepy way though, I mean, I just notice things—” How sweet, I thought, gazing up at him while he fumbled for words. “Anyway, I thought you should get your pick, you know? Whatever you want. It’s a Kindle, and there’s a lifetime subscription already on it. I figured it would be useful because you’re always carrying around those heavy stacks of books and needing help with carrying them around.”

I swallowed thickly under the force of his attention and pulled the book out of my bag, slamming it onto the desk. “What’s this for?” I snapped. His attention was diverted as he looked at the book. When he looked back up, his lips were slightly lifted. “You’ve received my gift.” Heat and annoyance churned in my chest. Was that all he had to say? “Take it back.” “No.” I reared back at the force and speed of his refusal. He leaned back, fixing me with a steady look. “It was a gift freely given. Taking it back would be discourteous and a violation of basic etiquette.” he said. “I've never done so in the past and we won't do it now.”

“We improvise it live.” Pauly handed her a slim, battered paperback—Mockingbird, cover worn, pages gutted to hold a wafer-thin transceiver and a micro-SD slot. “Your new copy. Same weight as the real one. Press the title twice if you’re burned; it wipes your last three hours and plays an audiobook. Press the author twice and it pings us with location.” She slid the book into her tote without looking. “And if I press the spine?” “It complains about being objectified,” Pauly said.

"Got halfway through." "So, before I arrived, you were just sitting here, reading it?" Aren adjusted his reading glasses that was still perched on his nose. "Why not? Can't I read?" "Are your eyes okay with that?" At this, Fiona, who was seated in her rocking chair, chimed in. "I told him the same thing! He should use a reading app like I do and listen to audiobooks. "He wouldn't even need to strain his eyes; just pop on the audio, and it reads to him. Isn't that more convenient?"

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I even called my assistant at one point. “What kind of gifts do children like?” There was silence on the line. Then: “What exactly are you planning sir?” “Nothing.” Another pause. “You sound stressed.” “I’m not.” “You are literally calling me at midnight asking about children’s gifts.” Fair point. Eventually I settled on books. Beautiful hardcover books about space, inventions, oceans, puzzles, machines, and random scientific things children could obsess over for weeks. Then chocolates. Expensive handmade chocolate because apparently my brain had temporarily stopped functioning properly.

The other gentleman nodded politely and wandered off towards the refreshment table, leaving the two of us in our own small bubble of space. "Merry Christmas, my old friend," I said, pulling out the small gift box I'd tucked into the inner pocket of my suit jacket. I'd wrapped it carefully this morning, taking time to make sure the corners were crisp and the ribbon was tied properly. Nothing expensive or extravagant, just a first edition copy of a Literature textbook Samuel had mentioned wanting to add to his collection. I extended the box towards him with both hands, a smile on my face that was probably the first genuine smile I'd worn all evening.

"Okay, look. This is a small affair and your mom went to a lot of trouble. If you smile and behave, I won't withhold your gift." His eyes narrowed. "Are you my present? Naked in my bed with a giant bow? Otherwise, it might not be worth it." Gah, this man. She reached in the backseat and snatched the package holding his custom-made book. Inside were pictures of people he'd helped with his charity, along with personalized signed notes thanking him. She held up the blue-wrapped box with a green bow. He glanced at the gift, then her. "You won't fit in there."

She rocked back and forth on her heels, a nervous smile twitching along her lips. I want to laugh, but I remain professional. I’m supposed to be an expert in all things seduction and sex. I can’t break my cover now. I gently spell out her name before writing my unique yet generic as all h*ll personalized message. After that’s done, I scrawl out my signature, ‘G. Blake’ and close the book once I know the message won’t smear. I slip into the first few pages, a business card, a special bookmark, and a couple of stickers before I place the book in a printed small tote bag. A final touch of an art print of the main characters, and I then finally hand the bag to the reader. Nice and quick. Only ni