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"Billy? Huh, oh yeah, I'm fine. Yes. Lunch today, right." "Good, can't wait." She smiled again and left him with his jaw hanging open and a deer in the headlights gaze. When she got back to her desk, she sent Nicki a text asking him if he wanted to meet her for dinner and they could maybe go over their book club reading together. They met on Thursdays every other week for their book club. Most of the time, she got through half the book before she gave up and read the last chapter. Nicki would fill her in on the way over to the meeting what parts she was missing.

We both wrote in different genres but we were still writers and I loved it when the writing community supported each other. "Hey, there's a writers club that's being held here every day except the weekends, would you like to join? We talk about the perks of being a writer and the joys of being a writer and we also talk about our favorite books and authors. We start at twelve pm." I didn't know that a writing club was what I wanted, I didn't think I'd have the time to write and be at a restaurant for three hours every day. But I wanted to give it a try, and she was very convincing all she had to do was shine her perfect teeth and I'd be all hers.

Only heaven knew where he went. By noon, I had ordered a taxi since Kyle had taken his car from me. I arrived at the book club's location and stood outside, watching people go in and out of the city library. Why didn’t I suspect that book clubs like this ended in places where no one really visited? My opinion changed immediately when I stepped in. The library wasn't a library per se, but one of those internet spaces or hubs where you pay to use their WiFi and charge your phone while you work. It was epic. I paid the compulsory one-hundred dollar membership card when a voice stopped me. Tessa.

That means, you only have to pay $3 instead of $5 for the first month. I'm also trying to step out of my comfort zone, so I want to incorporate reading sessions with my readers. If you'll be interested in that, let me know and I can make plans for it. We can read one chapter per week or month, depending on what we agree on. The chapter to be read will be determined by you (the reader), of course. I'll do the reading or anyone else who shows interest for that week. I'll be looking forward to your comments on this. Have a great day!

“That nerdy shit is your only ticket out of school.” “No mom, there should be another way.” "Join the Book Club. Stay out of trouble. I can’t take another scene like the one I just witnessed. I won’t let your father keep tearing you down. But I need you to give me something to fight with." I rubbed a hand over my face, groaning again. "This is ridiculous. Me in that book club is just out of it." "Please, Kael," she said softly. “It is only for a few months. And I know you love reading… in secret. You can make good use of this opportunity.”

For now, the noise and distractions are minimal, save for Hunter and Blake, of course. “He thought he was getting the better of me. He was wrong.” I continue comparing numbers and flip through a few pages to make sure I’m not missing anything. This club makes money hand over fist, thanks to membership fees and handsome bonuses from wealthier patrons who are thrilled that their secrets stay intact behind these walls. I know many a marriage that would crumble if word of what actually went on here got out. “He often is. Sometimes I wonder what’s going on in his head... before I remember there’s likely nothing going on up there.” He taps his temple, then lets out a whistle and moves his finger l

I lift a hand to scratch my nose, only to hide my smile. That's so cute. "Am I keeping you from dinner with your mom right now? Because I promise it's cool if you leave, I can bring you with me tomorrow," I say, but Bram starts shaking his head right away, "Seriously." "No, seriously. She has a book club every Wednesday and Friday, so those days I have to eat leftovers because she won't be around. She comes late at night, drunk on wine and gets angry if I ate all the leftovers," he says, giving me an insight into his life that I know most people would pay for. I eat it the fuck up, "So, it's cool if I stay."

she whispered, her voice barely audible. My heart squeezed. “Wonderful” I said, a smile breaking through, “we're going to make preparations for that.” The tension in the room eased a fraction. A few other hands went up, their courage building up now nobody was shaming them. “I’d like to learn how to crotchet,” said a middle-aged she-wolf who usually worked in the kitchens. “I want to know how to preserve food for winter, properly,” another added. I was nodding, my spirit lifting, when Haley’s voice sliced through the budding hope. “How touching. A book club for the illiterate. What’s next, Luna? Finger painting?”

I’m trying to be patient, but it’s harder than I’d like to admit. Two months ago, I opened my bookstore, and it’s been incredible. Twice a week, we host book clubs, and I’ve made it a point to bring one of the guys with me to each session. It’s hilarious watching their faces as we dive into the discussions. The women seem to enjoy it too—something about discussing steamy romance scenes with a bit of eye candy in the room. The door finally creaks open, and I sit up straighter as they walk in.

Afterwards, I'll be updating the book four times a week. Also, join the face—book group PlatinumStar Readers regrding updates on my other books and schedules for this book. Loads of love