Top Books To Read For Women Novels & Stories

"Think about it, okay? Really sleep on it. You are going to make a great leader. Those women know it; that's why they offered you that. We can't all be wrong about you." I slept on it like he advised, and I also remembered the advice the presence gave me back in the dungeon. The woman advised me to have more confidence in my power. Over the next two days, Rayden piled me with all the books he could find on witches. All the history and all the myths and lore that surrounded them. I even saw an entire book that was dedicated to me. It brought back memories, and before I could get too caught up, I closed the book and moved on to other things. It was weird for me to be reading about myself.

“Where are you headed?” “Brad and Trak made a run into town for supplies, but they left plenty of stuff for lunch and told us to take what we wanted.” Christa glanced at Steph and laughed. “We’ve both got books we’ve been wanting to read, so we’re going to veg out at my cabin with food, a bottle of wine”—she laughed when Steph held up the bottle—“and the books. They’re your sexy romances by the way. I’m reading Hot Alphas. Steph’s got one called Alpha’s Woman. Notice a theme, here? It’s all about the alpha male. We’re thinking of them as educational reading at this point.” She laughed and jabbed Steph with her elbow. “And wondering, of course, which guys here are the true alphas.” She laughe

“What are these?” “They’re romance novels.” “They’re p**n, Nala. I’ve been alive long enough to know the difference.” She didn’t deny it. Instead, she just stood there with her arms crossed, waiting. I studied her face. In all the centuries I’d known this woman, I’d never once seen her read anything that wasn’t academic. Science journals and historical texts and research papers dry enough to cure insomnia. She had entire shelves dedicated to old human civilizations and herbal remedies and subjects so boring I fell asleep just looking at the spines.

So she picked it up finally and looked keenly at the white hardcover. "The Self Developed Woman." "Hmm…" Alethia expressed as she nodded lightly. She reckoned that the book could be a great read if only she could pour her heart into it. But while she loved to write, she hardly wrote, and she wasn't a fan of reading. Alethia opened the book anyway. The first page was the title page, so she opened it quickly and read the acknowledgment. She'd opened the next page when she felt something drop on her lap. So she raised the book and peeped under it.

"Well, we have Tickle Your Fancy - A Woman's Guide to Sexual Self-Pleasure. Taking it off the shelf, I show her the cover. It has a picture of a woman with her eyes closed, head thrown back, apparently in the throes of self-pleasure. "What a great title," she says, looking at the book." It's been a long time since my fancy's been tickled properly." She's smiling as she flips the pages. Not wanting to walk away from this beautiful, sexually candid woman, I reach for a familiar yellow book and tell her, "of course, if you're really desperate, there's always Sex For Dummies." "Oh great! We just met and already you're calling me names!" she says flirtatiously. She looks me in the eyes and dips h