Two for Tea: Welcome to Azathé (Cambric Creek #4)

by C.M. Nascosta

She didn’t know if all the people who somehow managed to perform good grief, people like her mother, were still shredded on the inside. She didn’t know if they were still consumed with emptiness and longing for the way things used to be, or if they had all somehow filled in the hole left in their heart with friends and partners and community activism and social clubs. Maybe everyone is miserable all the time, and you’re just the only one who’s shit at hiding it.

Calling her a good girl was the fastest way to drench her panties, and doing so in combination with freeing her from the arduous task of thinking was her personal catnip.

“It’s only rarely that I will speak to a guest, and only if I sense they require immediate intervention. Otherwise, I remain an invisible presence, and the vast majority of them are quite insensible to me.” She bit her lip, feeling rather sad for her shadowy friend. “That must be lonely for you. But wait, you talk to me.” “I do,” they agreed, and she could sense the shadows shifting as the little cat brought in a new patron. “And you are enough.” “I’m not good company most of the time,” she argued, but they cut her off, their voice right at her ear, and the nearness made her shiver in desire. “You are always enough.”

Harper wondered how long they had been planning this menu. Just waiting to spring the dirty books on you and feed you all the spicy food. Is this what heaven is like?

After all, any literary collection of worth possessed at least one or two titles of erotica. This, however, she thought, gazing at the shelves before her, was borderline excessive. Excessive maybe, but entirely appreciated.