Troubled Sleep Bookstore Novels & Stories

But now, I could feel a faint current of warmth creeping in, slowly bringing it back to life. "Renovating would be too much trouble. We'd have to temporarily close the bookstore. Besides, I might not sleep very soundly. Also, I tend to move around a lot in my sleep. I'm worried I might kick you." Nicolai blinked, and then a smile slowly spread across his face, reaching all the way up to his eyes. "I don't care—even if you kick me right onto the floor. Worst case, I'll just crawl back into bed and keep sleeping."

His body’s gone too. For a moment, I stand still against the wall, half-expecting him to come back. Yet when I look behind me, I’m alone in the hallway. Son of a bitch. It’s morning, and I’m cutting the start of class to sneak to the bookstore. I have Debbie’s list of the popular BDSM series, but I don’t have to go far to find it. There’s a full display for it decorating an endcap. Debbie recommends the entire series, but I figure I better start with just the first. After consulting the list, I pluck the first one from the top of the shelf.

She hadn't expected Ashleigh to arrive for at least another hour and a half. "And you're here very early. Did Nors kick you out of bed?" There was a teasing note to her voice as she set the book beside her on sofa and stretched to get some of the kinks out of her neck. She'd arrived at the bookstore a couple of hours ago, unable to sleep and not wanting to disturb Caleb. He appeared to be getting the first decent night's sleep since they'd been apart; it had seemed a shame to disturb him with her restlessness. The bookstore had offered the perfect place for some uninterrupted solitude as she began reading the two books Anakatrine had selected. She just hadn't figured on Ashleigh coming in so

I just needed something. My phone buzzed, I Instantly reflexed: I snatched it up like a raccoon catching a snack. Just some stupid spam alert. A literal ad telling me my “sleeping pattern is terrible.” “and why I should get soft and choose bed to have a nice rest” Thanks, but no thanks. “Wow,” Maya whispered from behind me.“You're down bad.” “Please don’t narrate my desperation,” I muttered. Before she could roast me further, Nia Brooks entered the bookstore with her little minions. The three girls who followed her around like she was Beyoncé reincarnated.

00 at night, I still have an hour to read this book. “I'm sorry, madam, it's only 09.00 at night, isn't bedtime every 10.00 at night? If I still have an hour and I can't sleep well, that's why I come here to just read a book to relieve boredom. Once again I'm sorry, if I have indeed violated a rule, please don't punish me with severe punishment."

Awful state,” bisbisbishop between his teeth, reflecting on what it meant to Jay and Sasha in the wake of having their startling memories. “All things considered, it wasn't out of the ordinary,” says Mason, to which I shrug a bit. In any case, isn't it expected that you were done flipping through that book the night before? He asks moving, pointing Angeldo with his pointer to my lap. I stifle a murmur when I see the book sprawled across my thighs with a blue sheet embedded between the pages as a bookmark. “I'm taking as long as I need to, basically, I react, not having the guts to concede that flipping through a lonely passage gives me a terrible headache.

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The Alpha of the Sunshine pack was unable to break free from the grip of sleeplessness and was tossing and turning in bed in the dark of night. He groped for a book on his bedside table, frustrated and ready to give up on sleep. His restlessness was eased by the whispery tales of faraway places and legendary exploits found inside its pages.

Too much like home. It was beyond my comprehension. Here, I led a tranquil life. Easy. There was no reason for me to feel as though anything was lacking. But the dreams returned each night. And I had the same chest pain when I woke up every morning. As if I had misplaced something—something I couldn't recall. I felt an odd tug tighten in my chest as I gazed out my window at the full moon. I ought to have been asleep. I had worked at the bookstore tomorrow, and it was late. However, the restless sensation that was creeping through my body persisted.

PROLOGUE Oops! I Slept in the Wrong Bed Some mistakes can be fixed with a simple apology. Some can be erased by simply forgetting they ever happened. But what if one mistake became the beginning of a story you never expected? Maeve Quinn Ramos is a hardworking, playful, and delightfully absent-minded college student who has just moved into a condominium near her university. Burdened by endless school requirements, sleepless nights, and a schedule that never seems to slow down, all she wants is to find a comfortable bed where she can finally get a good night's sleep.