Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
COMING SOON!
Good girls need spicy books. At least, that's the philosophy at this small-town bookstore. But the group of bookish friends who call the store home never planned for the feral men willing to fall at their feet...or for the lengths they'd go to secure their own happily-ever-afters.
Now, they're up to their elbows, in over their heads, and the only experience they have with navigating love comes from the books they read.
What could possibly go wrong?
Book of Love is a small-town rom-com series set in Wine Country that's high on heat and laughter, and low on drama
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Chapter One
Loralei
"Put the penis back on the wall, Olive," Lilah says without even looking up from the register where she's seated, a pencil tucked behind her ear and a furrow between her brows. "It isn't a lightsaber."
Olive smirks, whipping it through the air exactly like, well, a lightsaber. "I don't know," she says, her green eyes shining with humor. "It could be. It even lights up like one. Look." She presses a button on the side. Only, I don't think it was the one she intended to press, because it vibrates so hard, she squeals, nearly dropping it.
I feel the air from Lilah's exasperated sigh all the way across the counter. "I'm going to murder Jazz for ordering that," she grumbles under her breath. "Literally no one asked for a vibrator that lights up, spins around, and will launch your uterus into the next century."
Sarah clamps a hand over her mouth, trying to choke off a laugh. When Lilah looks up at her, she loses the battle. "Sorry!" she squeaks before darting into the back room with a stack of books, still giggling.
"I heard that!" Jazz's shout floats from behind a shelf on the opposite side of the bookstore.
"You were supposed to hear that!" Lilah shouts back, a self-satisfied curve to her lips. "We're never selling your possessed vibrator."
"Lies!"
"Women want to get off, not get destroyed, Jazz."
"Speak for yourself, Lilah Davis!"
"Olive, tell her that she's delusional," Lilah demands.
"Leave me out of this," Olive mutters, still fighting with the vibrator. "I've read way too many kinky books to pick a side in this argument."
Lilah immediately glances at me for backup.
"No way am I getting involved," I say, covering my face with my hands, trying to contain my laughter.
Had anyone told me a year ago that I'd spend most of my free time in a spicy romance bookstore, listening to three of my best friends argue about vibrators, I would have laughed. But that was before Lilah Davis and Jasmine Knudsen moved to town and turned this place into the Book of Love, the most popular bookstore in town.
People don't just come here for the books. They come for this—the camaraderie, the hilarity, and the absolutely unhinged conversations that are never in short supply when Jazz and Olive are involved.
Believe me, it's a lot less boring than the public library where I work. I wouldn't dream of openly discussing vibrators there. Here, there's a whole wall of them proudly displayed. No one even bats a lash, either. It's just part of the charm of this place.
I love it.
"You could just give it away," I suggest when I manage to compose myself, watching Olive fighting to turn the thing off. She manages to cycle through four new settings instead, each one increasingly more violent than the last. Maybe Lilah is right. That thing is possessed. There's no way anyone actually uses a vibrator that big or powerful…right? You wouldn't be able to walk for days!
Lilah looks at me in horror. "I'd be run out of town if I tried to give it away, Loralei!"
"Make it a quirky pièce de résistance in a dark comedy book box," I say with a shrug. "Someone will find the humor in a giant, possessed vibrator in a box of dark comedies."
"That's…" She pauses and then blinks. "Actually, that's not a terrible idea. I think I know exactly what books to add…" She's already on her feet, hurrying across the store.
I just shake my head, watching her go.
"How the heck do you turn this thing off?" Olive grumbles, stabbing another button.
A loud clap of thunder shakes the building, rattling the large windowpanes all along the front of the store. Olive squeals again, her feet leaving the floor. The vibrator leaves her hands at the exact same moment, flying through the air.
Bzz. Bzz. Bzz!
It lands on the floor a few feet away, still happily vibrating away.
"Jesus Christ," Olive whispers, her hand over her heart as she gapes at it. "I thought it shocked me."
I laugh so hard my stomach cramps. And then another loud clap of thunder rattles the windows. "Crap!" I jump to my feet, scooping my bag from the floor beside the stool. "I need to go. I'm supposed to take Mr. Johnson his books."