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the journalist asked curiously. "Yes, it's called 'Tales of the Moonlit Grimoire'," Luna revealed with a smile, subtly bringing the interview to a close.

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Breaths tangled. I could hear the frantic beating of his heart as he sat on the couch and pulled me to straddle him. I could feel the bulge in his pants, and I grinder my hips against him. "Taylor" he groaned. His voice murmured my name like a promise. "Yes Trevor" I acted like I never did that, my fingers tracing the tattoos on his chest. I traced what seemed to be a Korean writing across his left breast. "What does this say?" "Everyone matters" he said absentmindedly. He seemed more interested in kissing a trail down my neck.

“Do you wanna attend the event? I can arrange tickets for both of you.” “Oh, we’d love that.” Olive came to join us, overly enthusiastic. “What if T.S. is a fifty-year-old knitter who got bored in life and eventually wrote the book of her dream?” “You work at Paxwell & Astria, the same publisher that published Midnight.” “Dude, I’m a literary agent. I submit and pitch books to multiple publishers, so I don’t have a clue who is T.S.” “Something that Nites said about T.S, on our way here, that struck me. He said, T.S. wrote the book while in her struggle, and she treated her characters like they came from her flesh and blood.”

“Your name comes first. It’s your strategy that built this.” Their launch had been a media firestorm. The business press oscillated between painting them as ruthless corporate raiders and the year’s most brilliant power couple. The gossip blogs had a field day, but under Julian’s steely guidance and a flawless, aggressive PR campaign, the narrative slowly shifted. Lilah was profiled in Forbes as a “Prodigy Strategist,” her work on the Henderson account cited as industry-disruptive. The “affair” was mentioned, but framed as a meeting of minds that led to a personal connection.

I want to thank the pedant for keeping up with my bull crap and outrageous requests. Last but not least, I want to thank my parents for mating and allowing this clutter of cells to develop into a fully capable human being! Muah! I kiss the booklet and dance together with the pedant in harmony. Wait—why is he dancing too? "I am so glad this is over, Elder Miss. That was one of the most difficult pieces I've put together." I nod, "Thank you. This will blossom into great success." "Great success? Don't tell me you're actually going to publish this booklet?"

Tasha wiggled her brows at her. “Yes, awesome news!” Irene couldn’t hold her excitement as she stamped her feet impatiently, “okay…” Elle smiled back at her friend, urging her to continue, “Capriana Publication is branching out,” She announced it with a wide smile, “The new branch will take up the ‘Romance’ genre,” She screamed with excitement, “And I’ll be the Editor in chief!” “That's great news! Congratulations!” Elle clapped her hands together thrilled by the news. “Finally, you achieved it! Congratulations!” Tasha jumped with joy.

was that he was never going to find the answers. He didn't deserve the answers. He didn't deserve Ezekiels attentions. He deserved this pain alone. Check out the next Tales Book **PART TWO- THE CLAN CELEBRATION BOOK 1 PART ONE – THE MEETING (END) Thank you to everyone that has given me their support and encouragement until now. There will now be a PART TWO of this BOOK. It starts now, so be aware that Part Two will continue on from this point. Now, please enjoy this story as it unravels more and...If anyone has any suggestions...or questions feel free to ask them in the comments. I will respond as long as it's not spoiler Q's.

A text from an unknown number. *Dear Dr. Zanetti, I'm Clara Benson, Senior Editor at Meridian Books. I read your thesis abstract online and was incredibly impressed. I'd love to discuss the possibility of publishing it as a monograph. Are you free for a coffee next week?* Keira stared at the screen, her heart hammering. Meridian Books. One of the most respected independent publishers in the UK, known for their beautifully produced academic titles and their commitment to emerging voices. They'd published books she'd cited in her thesis. Books that had shaped her thinking.