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And discussing the book. "So it didn't belong to my family at all?" she asked one more time. "Sorry." He grinned. "But it did lead you to me." "In a strange way, yes." She took a tiny swallow of wine. "I've been making up paranormal romances for as long as I can remember. I was kind of hoping my ideas had roots in my history." "Maybe those ideas are what allowed you to be ready for me," he pointed out. She licked a stray drop of wine from her lip, a swipe of her tongue that made his cock swell and send him messages.

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Hans said, his voice rough and commanding as he pushed back in. I tilted my head up at him, overwhelmed, gagging as he set a hard, unrelenting rhythm. Mitch groaned appreciatively as his fingers curled inside me, sending a shudder of pleasure through my body like an electric current. God, it was overwhelming in the best fucking way. My body trembled on the edge of losing control. All I wanted was to give in and let the feeling consume me. Thank goodness we were alone. No neighbors, no prying ears, no one to witness how completely they were undoing me. In that moment, the rest of the world simply ceased to exist.

I want to ask, but I don’t think that’s something you just ask because I don’t want to sound like the crazy one here. “I ended up signing my book Duke of The Night with the indie publisher Phantomedia under the name Dawn Phoenix. It was a coincidence that my editor was Byron Grey.” She explained. “I thought you said you met him online. If he’s your smut publisher, how is that online?” I questioned. “It’s not smut. It’s paranormal historical fiction romance.” Shannon scoffed indignantly at my choice of words. “Is more than fifteen percent of the book sex?” I arched my brow. She didn’t have to answer. She turned bright pink, which said it all.

"What are you doing? We fell and then you were gone." She turns to me, her eyes wide. "Alec, it's incredible. Look at all these people and these things. I've never seen anything like this before. Just look at that." She points, and I follow her finger. My eyes land on a stall selling enchanted crystal balls, each one pulsing with a different color. The vendor, a tall and slender woman with pointed ears, is surrounded by a group of fairies who are haggling over the price of a purple orb.

I say, my heart racing with excitement and fear. Lavinia opens the book to the page she's been studying, her finger tracing the strange symbols etched into the paper. She takes a deep breath and begins to recite the words of the spell, her voice low and musical as she speaks in a language I don't recognize. I watch in awe as the words seem to glow, the symbols pulsing with a strange energy. Lavinia's voice grows louder, more fervent, and I feel a shiver run down my spine.

Or how his body felt against mine. I shook my head again. “Bad, Wakely.” I snorted at scolding myself like a dog. I quickly showered and threw on a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt. It was too early to get ready for the party, but I could go for some coffee. I grabbed the only fiction book that I had on my shelf. It was a paranormal romance that I have read at least a hundred times. The cover was well worn, and for some reason, it gave me comfort.

Which leaves me with way too much free time to sip endless cups of tea and drown in Erotic fictional universes. This morning, I’m hiding behind my latest obsession: a paranormal thriller where the heroine has both a death wish and a vampire problem. Every page is a rabbit hole I can’t crawl back out of. “One more chapter,” I mutter, sipping lukewarm Earl Grey. The sigh that follows could win an Olympic medal for dramatic despair. I’ve said one more chapter five times now. My cup is empty. My brain is buzzing. Meanwhile, Aivra’s mechanical voice chirps beside me, every syllable clipped and precise: