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I beamed. "Crazy, isn't it?" "Fucking crazy, for real." "First, we put THE DA VINCI CODE by DAN BROWN here." He picked out the book and inserted it in the center line of the shelf. He put HOW TO STOP TIME by MATT HAIG, followed by EVERGREEN by NAOMI HIRAHARA. "Then KISS THE GIRLS by JAMES PATTERSON." He put it next to the first book. "I've read that." I went on in a spur of excitement. "It's a thriller and mystery novel about a detective who's trying to track down a serial killer. So many twists and cliffhangers. Total page-turner." I giggled.

" I'd heard the stories. I'd read the newspaper articles. It sounded like a bunch of bored reporters who wanted to centralize the drama. Nobody could cause as much trouble as people blamed them for in this town. "They're fine. I'll eat chocolate and read a book." I hold up my copy of the latest romance, the naked man chest with a pair of dog tags hanging from his neck reminding me too much of Elliot. "Okay," he relents. Then, without warning, he tugs me closer bringing his hand around my neck until our heads meet in the middle space of the truck. His lips are tender and sweet as they find mine. It's a promise for what's coming later.

Julian The quiet night air was cold, but the dark, restless fire burning in my chest was hot enough to consume everything in sight. I hadn't planned on playing the villain tonight, but listening to the bastard inside that house scream at her this morning had set something lethal off inside me. If you keep touching me like this, I swear to God I'll sleep with a random man off the street! Her desperate, trembling voice had carried right across the narrow space between our houses. It was a bluff—a fragile, cornered weapon thrown out by a woman drowning in fear.

"Guilty as charged. There's just something about her writing that I love. What about you? Any favorite authors?" He leaned back, thinking for a moment. "I'm more into thrillers. John Grisham, Michael Connelly. Stuff like that." "Interesting," I said, genuinely intrigued. "I guess that fits you." "How so?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "You strike me as someone who enjoys solving puzzles, getting to the bottom of things," I explained. He chuckled. "Maybe you're right." We talked late into the night, sharing stories about our childhoods, our dreams, and our fears. It was during these moments that I caught glimpses of the man Zack could be—kind, thoughtful, and deeply intelligent.

She had a late sociology lab; I was done by one. Friday afternoons were my sanctuary. The only time the house was empty, silent, and completely mine. And I had a ritual. It started a month ago. I'd ordered my first real adult magazine online, discreetly shipped in plain packaging. 'Sinful Nights. It felt like holding contraband. This wasn't the soft-focus suggestive stuff; this was graphic, explicit, a window into a world of unapologetic lust. In our digital age, it felt strangely more intimate, more dangerous, than just pulling up a site.

“I do. Although, on many nights, I simply like to read with only the lamp on, and the moonlight shimmering overhead. It’s utterly enchanting and so peaceful.” She could picture him like that, reclining on the day bed, a book in hand, the moonlight filtering on him. So sexy. She shook her head to clear her mind from those tantalizing images of him. “What sort of books do you like to read?” she asked. “I read a lot of philosophy—Dostoevsky, Plato, Socrates, Kant...” “That’s…deep,” she said, still skimming over the shelves. “I also read thrillers. Dan Brown, Lee Child, and Matthew Reilly.”

“No doubt.” “What about those two small FedEx boxes?” “Most recent novels from Samhain Horror.” “Awesome. Those books I bought at the Webb County Library sale last week?” “Sorted into general and mystery fiction. Struck the mother lode with all those Mary Higgins Clark novels.” “We cater to all tastes, miss. Unless you like Twilight, 50 Shades of Gray or James Patterson. Folks want drivel, they can drive to Utica.” “Hey. I actually liked Twilight. It wasn’t all bad.”

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She mumble something about office buildings and apartments before snuggling up into a fetus position and sigh loudly. I grab another beer from the fridge. 'Need something stronger' I mutter placing it back into the fridge rather opening the cupboard next to it and settling behind the kitchen counter with a glass and a bottle of vodka. 'I need to finish what I started.' I throw the first glass down my throat tingling with burning sensation then refill the glass to sooth my burning throat. The first glass is the worse. I need to get this dealt with tonight. I pick up the jacket draped around the back of the chair and head for the door, but once I feel the coldness of the door knob under my tou

"Yes, this assumption is obvious." Suddenly her calm manner pissed me off. There was this feeling, this damned injustice and the helplessness that I had struggled with my entire childhood and suddenly I couldn't sit down any longer. I jumped up, yanked the folder off the table, and tossed it across the office. "Those monsters killed my parents!" "Shanks." I slapped Reese's hand away when he reached for me. "Why are these beasts allowed to live ?! We should burn them alive! " Jilin was not disturbed by my outburst. "That is against the law."