Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 116362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
My mom has a copy of our latest erotica, Sex Bomb, in her hands and shyly slides it toward me. “It’s for your Aunt Sylvia,” she explains. She leans in closer and lowers her voice. “You two don’t have anything female on female do you?”
“Mom,” I admonish her. This is so sweet, incredibly touching but also majorly embarrassing.
“I had to check,” she explains with a shrug.
I sign it to Aunt Sylvia and hand it over to Blake to sign.
She hovers at the table. “How about you two come over for a celebratory dinner tomorrow night?”
“If crazy Aunt Sylvia is there, I’m in,” Blake says. He looks at me and explains, “I feel she might have some good stories for our next book.”
I wrinkle my nose and he gives her the book back.
“We’ll be there,” I tell my mom. “I’ll call you about it later.”
She walks off to join my dad and they both wave at us.
“Well, that went well,” Blake says with a sigh after the last of the attendees have been pushed through. “Better than I expected.”
“Yeah, well, you got that one woman crying over meeting you,” I joke. “And then you had to sign that pair of underwear. And the condoms. And that other lady’s breasts. So yeah, it went quite well for you.”
“Don’t be jealous,” he says to me, giving me a cocky smile as we get up and slowly make our way across the store, stretching our cramped hands, arms, and legs. “The time will come when you get to sign breasts too.”
We pause among the stacks of books and a thrill goes through me that our own books are in the store here. It never gets old.
But neither does being in love with Blake.
He grabs my arm and spins me around until I’m pinned back against the bookshelf. He brushes his fingers through my hair before placing a soft kiss on my lips.
“What’s next, peach?” he asks me softly.
“You mean story idea-wise, or about life?”
“Both. What’s our next chapter?”
I link my hands behind his neck and gaze up at him, the love of my life.
“I guess we’ll have to keep writing and see,” I tell him.
He grins, grabbing my hand, and we walk out of the store and into the sunshine.
THE END