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I didn’t know if it was intentional or not, but the move made him look even more irresistible. “I could’ve handled that better,” he continued. “I was flustered because Dylan showed up out of nowhere.” “What’s up with your ex anyway? I didn’t know you were into dudes like that.” He frowned. “What does that mean?” “Men that look like they just stepped off the pages of a corporate magazine.” “What’s wrong with that?” I shrugged. “Nothing. I just didn’t think you were into polished, perfect men.” “Dylan might be a lot of things but he’s a good partner…” He bit his lip. “Well, he was. But yeah.”

George said, "What?" Lucas asked, "A love novels catalogue?" Charles asked, "Did you send it to the wrong place? Did you actually plan to send it to your girlfriend instead?" Christin said, "Girls like to read domineering CEO related romance novels. Dear guys, please read them carefully, study them, and try your best to please or flatter your wife. This is a catalogue of a collection of series I specially chose of storylines about how to spoil the girlfriend. I excluded those storylines that break somebody's heart as I definitely couldn't bear to do that.

She picked up her phone and started typing quickly, giggling every few seconds. I closed my eyes. Jasmine would be lying on the couch right now, curled up with a book. She loved reading those strange romance stories. Reverse harems and fantasy things as she had explained to me one stormy night and tried to explain it to me. I didn’t understand them, but I liked watching her read. She would smile at the words, her face lighting up at parts that made her happy.

"Reading novels on a mobile phone is not good for the eyes, so I asked Melvin to prepare a Kindle." Charlotte was taken aback and reluctantly nodded, "Okay." Leandro looked at her and asked, "What novel is it? Is it good?" "The romance novel that Liz sent me was just average, not very interesting, just to pass the time." I'm sorry, author. I lied, it was very good! Charlotte said, and she grabbed the thin blanket beside her. She really didn't know how to lie. Obviously, Leandro also noticed her little gesture: "Are you so engrossed that Mrs. Romero told me it's not good-looking?"

She didn’t understand it yet, but that would come in time. I wasn’t in a hurry. The best things came with patience. I would let her mind play tricks on her, let her thoughts circle back to me over and over until I was all she could think about. I’d come back to the bookshop today, as I promised. But this time, I wouldn’t leave without leaving my mark on her world. 16 MARIANA I opened the shop later than usual, dragging my feet on the way in.

The handwriting was neat but feminine with looping letters that spoke of care. Her throat tightened as she began to read. “To my dearest little Esme, If you’re reading this, it means a rainy day has found its way into your heart. I’m sorry I can’t be there to hold you through it, to make you hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and tell you silly stories until you laugh.

"Uhm...is it wrong for me to say I'm fascinated with this world and the people living in it so I...I wish to stay?" Oh dear... I didn't see that coming. *** Author's Note: My supernatural romance book, Sanctum, is available for purchase on Amazon in ebook and paperback formats. Please support me by buying the paperback and leaving a review on Amazon and Goodreads. I would greatly appreciate it. xoxo JMFelic

I responded. “Oh, I am sorry to hear that. To help you, what particular genres does he love to read?” “Romance, I guess?” I replied. She went to the romance section and get a book. She handed me it and I looked first for the price of the book. I sighed when I saw it. Oh, it’s affordable. Besides, it’s too thick. I am hoping that the story of this is worth reading. “What is this about? Have you tried to read this?” I asked the saleslady.

Cute. I take a slow drag from my cigarette, letting the smoke curl between my lips before exhaling in his direction. “You’re staring,” I say, my voice low, amused. “Either buy me a drink or put your money where your mouth is.” Roman’s fingers tap against the glass of bourbon in front of him, slow and deliberate, like he’s counting the seconds until he gets what he wants. “I’ve got a better idea.” His voice is rough, the kind of gravel that promises friction. “Race me right now at the Canyon roads.”

“I’ve got plenty of books for you to read.” “Your taste in books is boring. I’m a woman, John.” “I know.” His hands cupped her breasts making her gasp. “I like romance books.” Trying to focus on anything while he cupped her breasts was hard. Romance books, she needed romance books. Focus on them. “Do you want paperbacks, or should I organize an e-reader?” he asked. “What?” “I can give you an account for your books, or I can have an e-reader in your hands by the end of the day and you can order whatever the hell you like.” He kissed her neck, sucking on her pulse once again.