So Wrong (Boys of South Chapel, #1)

by Abby Millsaps

“Smut is synonymous with spicy romance books.” I open my mouth, ready to ask her to define spicy, but before I can, she clarifies. “Spicy meaning books with a lot of sex. My smut brunch friends and I read it all. Dark romance. Small-town romance. Sports romance. The options are endless,” she chirps, her whole face lit up. “We’ll read just about any subgenre, as long as it ends in an HEA. That’s the number one rule of smut brunch. Happily ever after or bust. We won’t even consider it as our book of the week if it doesn’t have an HEA.” “So it’s like Fight Club?” “Exactly. Only hornier.” I nod, but then falter. “Wait… did you say book of the week?” “Yep.” “So you read, like, four or five books a month?” I surmise, feeling a little more confident in my swaying. “Oh, Dukey. Bless your heart.” Dukey isn’t going to be a thing. But before I can nip that in the bud, she continues. “I read four or five romance books a week,” she declares, her chest puffing proudly and pressing against mine. I squeeze her hand and pull it to my chest. “With what time?” She shrugs. “I make the time. I always have my Kindle with me, and I listen to a lot of audiobooks.” With a shake of my head, I give her a teasing look. “You’re crazy.” “I prefer to think of it as delightfully delusional,” she says, smiling. But then her expression slips and her tone turns more serious. “And saying someone is crazy or insane is ableist. Mental health isn’t a joke.”