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The Book Club: Where Your Desires Come Alive. Corny as hell, but desperate times, right? The girl at the front desk asked if I wanted the VIP experience. I nodded without a second thought, eager to drown out the sting of rejection with something new. Maybe there’d be wine and sappy romance novels. Maybe I’d leave laughing at how ridiculous it all was. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Klein stood in the middle, his voice booming as he read paragraphs of p**n like material, and I squirmed in my seat. “Thank you all for coming,” Klein said. I watched everyone get up, and walk out in pairs, men and women, women and men alike, their hands and body clearly screaming to do one thing. “Did you have fun?” “Oh God,” I gasped, turning back to Klein. “You scared me.” “I am sorry,” he smiled. “What do you think?” My lips parted. “I think…it was amazing.” The following weeks, I came to the bookclub, dressed up and left needy. The literary erotica was picked for a week, and then Klein would dissect it in that awesome voice of his.

Ooo, it’s cute. I do a quick check of the apartment and am satisfied I am ready for Autumn to arrive. I have put some of her favorite books by the bed for her to read, although knowing my bestie, she will have at least six books with her plus her Kindle. Autumn reads as much as I do. Back in NYC we used to be part of a book reading group. I need to find one here, or maybe I could start one up myself. Perhaps I could use a corner of the restaurant for it during the day, when I am not officially open. Er, that could be an idea. Maybe I am on to something, Mom could make the cakes for us and some snacks, and I could charge a small fee or make money off the coffees. Right, I am getting mentally

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I caught it and opened it to read. “Couples therapy session once a week.” I looked up at her and she nodded. “Reasonable donations and regular visits to Steve McLaren’s orphanage home.” I frowned at her and she shrugged. “West Coast book club meetings once a week,” I grunted. “Come on. There’s no fun activity here.” “Its not fun spending the next six months of my life with a stranger,” she replied. “I think we’re even on that.” “Fine,” I grunted, hurriedly folding the paper. “You have another copy of it right? I would be taking this one home. I’ll type everything and send you the document to sign via mail.”

Cooper's hand, indicating that it held significance. "The Book Club, I hope you're familiar with it, is set to begin next month. For some reason, the Principal believes that the books in the three-story library aren't sufficient. As a result, he has decided to clear out the last floor as well," Mrs. Cooper explained, pausing for a moment before a mischievous grin spread across her face. Ruby knew that whatever was coming next would likely entertain Mrs. Cooper greatly.

“Chocolates, all your favorites.” He passed me another box. “This is a subscription.” I took the box and opened it. “Book club?” Alex nodded. “I know how much you love to read so every month you’ll get your favorite book at your doorstep. No matter how old or how unique, you’ll get it.” I stared at his beautiful face. “That’s so considerate.” “Yes now all I need is a mug that says ‘Best boyfriend ever.’” “I already gave you a mouse pad that says that. Don’t get too cocky now.”

“No more trials?” “No more trials,” “No more disgruntled postal workers?” “No more disgruntled postal workers,” Except one, Rachel thought, after seeing the list of events scheduled almost every day for the next three months. “We have two major booksellers conventions next week in preparation for the holiday season and I’d like you to attend both. A personal appearance by the author goes a long way to putting your book on store shelves. Check in with Joan first thing tomorrow for your tickets and itinerary. Now, go home and get some rest,”

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Goldstein said. “That’s a good idea,” Rayvin agreed. “You know, Rayvin. You should come to the book club in town,” the older woman said. Rayvin tensed up, and she felt Mikael squeeze her hand. “I don’t think I’m a book club person,” Rayvin said. The mayor and his wife chuckled. “Neither am I,” she confessed. “They have been reading the same book for two years,” her husband said with a grin. “Yes, well, Gossip and sherry club just doesn’t have the same ring to it,” Mrs. Goldstein said, making them all chuckle.