Spicy Book Excerpts Novels & Stories

there was no look of admiration or curiosity there, Celine was sure of it. That's why she still needed Jacob to take her goal one step further. “You guys don't get along?” asked Celine while playing with the tip of her spoon. The curry soup, which had a rich flavor of spices, was already half finished. According to Celine, this was the most delicious curry soup she had enjoyed in Yazeran. And she was determined to finish it. I can still imagine how hard it was for her to eat. Celine now, really appreciated the food in front of her.

I hadn't even realized how much I'd come to associate that scent with safety and warmth. I stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours before my gaze drifted to the book on the side table that Hasmik left me. I'd finally decided to crack it open out of sheer desperation for distraction. well.... the spicy cover had been pretty much a giveaway away but I didn't realize that the storyline could be so gripping. I was hooked. The enemies-to-lovers trope was more than just spicy, it was intense, chaotic, and real. I didn't expect to be so drawn into their world, their fights, and resistance, and the way they pushed each other only to fall even harder.

Whenever she laughed, her eyes would crinkle and sparkle. Seeing her smile would remind me of who I used to be. "Celia, want to grab lunch together? There's a restaurant downstairs that sells amazing spicy chili con carne. My treat!" Vanessa chirped, sidling closer to me. She was like a little ball of sunshine with her warmth and enthusiasm. I smiled and nodded. The food at the restaurant was wonderfully authentic. The spicy chili con carne was so spicy that my eyes watered, but it somehow felt unbelievably liberating. I didn't really eat much spicy food before because Chayce couldn't handle it. So whenever I cooked, I never really used much chili or peppers.

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

“You, what’s your comfort food.” “Aside from coffee?” he said and smiled. “I like spicy food, not just spicy but really hot.” And she immediately connected it to something that almost raised one of her eyebrows: spicy foods were known to be an aphrodisiac. So was it one of the reasons he liked sex so much? Then, she remembered her dream where he was sexually molesting her and she felt her face heating up like somebody, or Soren himself, had rubbed a Carolina Reaper on both her cheeks.

I guess now I’ll be able to say I went without food for 3 days as well. I pulled one of the books off the shelf, rolling my eyes at the title, “Cooking for the beginner.” I chuckled, “unless you have water dishes in you, you’ll be of no use to me.” I flipped to the first page and began reading. The book was about different herbs and spices that could be used to create soups. Bringing the book over to the desk, I opened the cabinet and began sniffing the contents to identify each one. I wrote them all down on a piece of paper numbered the way I placed them back into the cabinet. I bit of pride bloomed in my chest and Scarlett chuckled, “that was all me, don’t be so proud of yourself.”

Marilyn smiled, "I didn't know Mr. Lowe also likes spicy food." Marilyn's lips were as red as the rose because of the chili. Her beautiful eyes flickered with an indescribable charm. She moved Malcolm's heartstrings. Malcolm forced a smile and said, "The spicy food goes viral online. Many people post their recipes. Everyone loves spicy food." "Damn it, it was too spicy. I don't like it at all!" Malcolm screamed in his mind. He only ate fancy lobsters. Their meat was juicy and delicious. The cook would season the lobster properly and he could calmly enjoy the beautiful taste.

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

I looked at Wyatt, who was appraising me with narrowed eyes. “What? She forgets I can smell her all over the books and I know what ones are naughty, because well ya know,” I leaned over and tossed him a book from the pile. I had started reading the backs of things so I purposely incorporated a little spice in her life. He looked at the title, then skimmed the back of the book, it was some mafia romance. His brows raised, I shrugged.

Betty filled my coffee cup. I wiped a crusty cluster of sediment from the corner of my eyes and mumbled, "Thank you." She gave me a sad smile and shuffled back into the stacks. I groaned, sipping coffee the consistency of motor oil. Time to get back to work. I sure as hell wasn't going to leave it alone. Not when I was so close to the answers I wanted. Fire brewed in my belly. I picked up the book in front of me. A demonology book. The history of incubi.