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Если я подпишу несколько эксклюзивных книг с GN, сколько я могу получать каждый месяц? Это не зависит от того, сколько у вас книг, мы учитываем только одну книгу в одом месяце для ЕБП. Например, если у вас одновременно ведется работа над 2 книгами, и в любой из них в этом месяце содержится 50 тыс. слов в течение 25 дней, вы получите ЕБП. Это происходит автоматически, поэтому, если в одом месяце у вас любая эксклюзивная книга отвечает требованиям, вы получите ЕБП, независимо от того, какая это книга.

"By the way, you're coming tonight, right? Book club meeting at my place. Seven o'clock sharp. Wear your bathing suit." "You mean margarita meeting, right?" I poked her in the side. "We all know that the books are only an excuse to get together and gossip while we drink tequila." "Potato, potahto," she scoffed, waving her hand. "The point is that you've got to be there. You missed last month. And also, this one is going to be special." "You say that about every, uh, meeting. Oh, and last month, I was busy getting ready for my vacation," I reminded her. "But yes, I think I can make it. Need me to bring anything?"

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“I’m sorry. I’m just having a bit of a crisis.” She sat down beside me. “Children trouble?” I looked around the room. The other winner were pairing up and talking with wine in their hands. This book club was one where mothers could take a break from whatever was going on at home to rest. Some of them thought I was a pretty young mother since my son was basically in his twenties. “Yeah,” I sighed. “You can say that.” I picked up my glass of wine and took a sip of it. It wasn’t as premium as the one I usually took at home but it was pretty close.

The Moon Club is a popular spot among the wealthy socialites of LA, mostly because it’s a place where you’re likely to run into affluent men. Hannah is a regular there, not because she’s looking to snag a rich husband, but because she’s taken a liking to one of the waiters at the club. For the past six months, she’s been frequenting the place so often that she even managed to get a membership card.

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.

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“You’re so wet already just from thinking about him.” She dipped two fingers lower, sliding them through my dripping folds before pushing them slowly inside me. I gasped as she curled them upward, stroking that sensitive spot deep inside while her thumb kept rubbing firm circles on my clit. The wet, squelching sounds of her fingers pumping in and out filled the room as she worked me open, adding a third finger when my hips started bucking desperately against her hand.

The workshop started small six people on Zoom every other Wednesday at 9 p.m., when Lagos had finally quieted enough for real listening. Adeyemi called it “Reading After Dark.” No syllabus. No grades. Just books, questions, and whatever came up when people felt safe enough to speak.

Her hair was bright pink, her nails painted black, and she wore a T‑shirt that said “Books Before Boys.” “You’re new,” she said, handing me my drink. “Is it that obvious?” “You have that look. The ‘I just moved here and I don’t know anyone’ look.” She leaned on the counter. “I had it too, two years ago. It fades.” I laughed. “How long did it take?” “About a week. Then I found the book club.” “Book club?” She grabbed a flyer from under the counter and handed it to me. “Tuesday nights. The Spined Fox bookstore. We read everything from literary fiction to trashy romance. No judgment.”