Novel & Cerita Southern Book Club

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.

I was relieved to see there were no men here, at least if there was going to be a man he should be gay and we all agreed to that. We were six. Cindy Bellman, Aisha Mohammed, Drew Finch, Jessica Boston, Lexi Hale, and me. We were just six beautiful ladies who loved to talk about our favorite books and rant about how JK Rowling is a bitch for her transphobic tweets. Sometimes we'd just go out to have some fun. We weren't just a book club we were a sisterhood. Lexi's mystery thriller novel will be out next month and I'm so happy for her, there's no room for jealousy or spite because as women who moan over hot fictional characters like Christian Grey we can not bash each other all we have is lov

"Let's go a little later. I have some things to do." She dried up her hands on a towel. "In that case I'll go down to the lake and then I'll pick you up in say an hour? Is that enough time?" "Make it two. I have book club. Possibly three hours. One of the girls is bringing little chocolate glazed doughnuts. You should come!" Her book club has some of the most idle gossipers in Sunrise Cove. I wouldn't risk it. I'm past passing off for bloated. "No thank you. I'll go down to the river."

It smelled faintly like him. “I’m remarkably persistent,” I told him, bunching the shirt in my fists. “It’s one of my few virtues. My book club can attest to that.” “You don’t have a book club. Your father wouldn't you.” He has been watching us. I met his eyes. “I did. Every Thursday at Mrs. Patterson’s, the cook's room. We talked about Austen, ate terrible scones, and pretended we weren’t all trapped in lives that felt like cages. It was the only time I was allowed out of the main house without a chaperone.”

The words lodged in Aria’s chest like a pebble in a shoe. She forced her smile wider. “Yeah,” she said. “Happily ever after.” Lena finished her makeup. “Come on,” she said, grabbing her bag. “We’re going to be late.” - - - The café was already humming when they arrived. The evening rush had thinned but not disappeared. Mia sighed when she saw them. “Finally!” she said, subtly pointing. “We’ve got a book club in the corner, they asked for five cinnamon buns and three lattes. One with sugar, two without.”

As I perused the books, I could feel Aidan’s gaze on me. The shop, much like the one downstairs, boasted an impressive selection. These were books to be enjoyed in the coffee lounge, not purchased or taken home. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached the romance novel section. So, Well Thumbed had these too. I wondered if they had hidden gems, perhaps something I hadn’t read or that Uncle Alex’s book club, Bound To Please, hadn’t discovered yet.

He didn't have the jammer on. She nodded. She understood. "Well, I haven't had any luck on my end either. There are hundreds of neighborhoods just on this side of Atlantis. But you're right. Fate will be fate." They ate in silence for a little while. "Dinner is good," he said. "Thank you." "How was book club?" "It was great. We finished our book and will start a new one." "What was the last one about?" "Romance." Tom nodded. "You know," Brooke put her elbow on the table and planted her chin in it. She leaned a little forward, her bosom puckering a bit. "You might like some of the parts in that book."

Sarah looked at the gold-embossed lettering on the red invitation and nodded slightly. She had been too depressed lately, falling into dark moods because of Zachary, Mia, and that childhood friend who suddenly appeared. Perhaps it was time for a change. "Let's bring Mia along," she said. Melvin nodded. "Alright." At the South Pavilion Club. Few people knew the club's name or location. Its mystique in East Coast was maintained by its extremely strict membership rules.

"I can reprimand you right now, baby. On your stomach, face down, and raise that pretty ass up for me." TBC Hey guys... there's an ongoing contest. Don't forget to click on my book. Sinful Pleasures, available on Literie, thank you. Here's a sneak peek. Chapter 3 A Night to Remember~ LEXI Every tenth of the month, we were sent to our other club to entertain special men and sometimes women. I'm not bisexual, I'm very straight thank you but Rachel seems to get on with that shit. I liked going to RENDEZVOUS, only to make more cash.

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.”