The Book Guy Novels & Stories

She was determined to keep her mind away from painful things for now. "I want this book," Jasmine said to a middle-aged man with distinctive and unique attire, who seemed to be the owner of the bookstore. He smiled kindly at Jasmine. "Excellent choice," the man said while inspecting the book Jasmine had chosen. "I'm sure you'll enjoy every page of it." Jasmine returned his smile. "Thank you. This place is lovely. I've found many interesting books here." The shop owner, who introduced himself as Mr. Thomson, recommended some other books that he thought were good and that Jasmine would surely like. "If you're into classic literature, I have some recommendations that you might not have come acr

“Yeah, but not all of them. I’ve done a lot of reading on the subject, and I mean it when I say they might hoard stamps.” “Or books,” he suggested. “Ohhh, now that would be suuuper sexy,” I responded, thinking of a big red dragon as keeper of the world’s biggest library. There was another chuckle, and it had a kind of knowing tone to it I didn’t understand. Like I was missing an inside joke. “I’m glad you think that’s sexy,” his voice rumbled low and alluring through the speakers. “It is. I work in a bookstore. Not sure I ever told you that,” I confessed. “I love books.”

I set up behind the counter in case any customers come in and pull up our social media accounts. I turn the book over a few times in my hand, reading the description. The front cover has a bad ass looking guy on it with long dark hair, huge muscles wearing a shit ton of armor and carrying a huge sword. It looks pretty cool and I'm actually kind of interested in it. I pull out my phone and flip through my contacts until I get to my friend Jack. "What do you want? It's still early." He says as soon as he answers. I huff at him, looking at the clock.

He thinks I stole his boyfriend from him. “If you’re giving me this shitty attitude just because you think I’m with your boyfriend then you better drop the act. He’s not even my type.” “You wish!” Miles fired back. Someone cleared his throat loudly and when I turned around, I saw the book Keeper. There was a book in his left hand with a black cover. I was expecting him to appear with a massive book but what was in his hand could barely amount to 200 pages. He dumped the book on the counter. “There you go. Our policy states that every borrowed book must be returned in three days.”

He nodded once, palming the book into his coat pocket as if it was evidence in a case he wasn't ready to break yet. Aria’s laugh echoed from the back, and he turned toward it. That was why he came, after all. Not for the book. Not for the woman with ink-stained fingers and stars in her eyes. Or so he told himself. “I’ll wait for her out front,” he said. Lena nodded. “Take your time.” He turned to go, but paused at the door. Glanced back. “You always hand books out to strange men in suits?” "Only the ones who appear to have forgotten how to feel," she said, soft but unafraid.

He was by the side of the car in a flash before she could get the door open. "A lady should not get her own door" he said flashing her teeth. "What's that?" she let out in a flustered laugh. "Shall we?" he said anchoring his arm so she could drop hers over it. They walked in, and even though Kieran was not interested or really moved by books he could not deny how magnificent and beautiful the place was. "Hello, welcome to the International Bookstore what can I do for you?" the peppy lady at the front desk asked.

He asked me and again, I swallowed hard as I tried to think of the best thing to say. “Well…it’s not a normal kind of book. You might find it weird and I don’t really know what you might think of me”, I said calmly, and the old man started laughing. “Well…inasmuch as I don’t like boasting, the truth now is that I might be the only one who knows every single book and where you can get it from”, he explained. After a while of pondering, I concluded that it won’t be best to let him know that we were four brothers mated a girl.

He has a business that specializes in antique books, and he sells his products to other businesses that specialize in antique books as well as his own. He imports books from a range of sources, and he is one of the non-resellers who has benefited from his services. "Please accept my apologies for the inconvenience." I added as I began to walk away from the room. We should be grateful that Mr. Villanueva is polite rather than resentful of our success. Permit them to get in, and they will have the opportunity to return later. "Please accept my heartfelt apologies for any inconvenience." As long as you remember to check in on yourself the next time, everything is perfect with you, Yhra. I gave

Chapter 1:(Ethan’s POV) The bookshop appeared on my street seemingly overnight, sandwiched between a dry cleaner and a closed Thai restaurant. "Sanctuary Books & Coffee" in simple gold lettering on the window, the kind of place that looked like it had always been there and you’d just never noticed. I wandered in on a Tuesday, drawn by the smell of old paper and espresso. The owner was shelving philosophy texts. He was tall, dark hair touched with silver at the temples, maybe early forties. He looked up when the bell chimed, and his smile was warm but careful, like someone who’d learned to measure his expressions.

I really hope for Faith’s sake that this guy is the real deal. She entered Book Keepers and looked around the place, nodding approvingly. She turned toward the front counter where a dark-haired man was finishing up a phone call. Wow, she thought. Baby sis has good taste. He ended the call, then looked at her. “Hi, welcome to Book Keepers. I’m Rick, the owner. How can I help you?” “Just browsing,” she said.