Booked for the Holidays (Park Cove Series Book 1)

by Chelsea Curto

That’s what makes literature so wonderfully beautiful and poetic. There’s quite literally something for everyone. What one person considers a two-star read with little purpose and merit might be someone’s most prized possession. A book they return to because it offers solace in times of great need or a friend they long for on a lonely day. It’s a subjective love affair that varies from person to person with enough sub-genres and obscure branches to satisfy even the most hard-to-please readers.

I wonder what it would be like if his mouth met mine. Demanding? Gentle? Soft and slow? Demanding, probably. Theo seems like a man who takes what he wants and leaves nothing behind. And I think right now, buried under that threat, he might want to take me. Holy hell. I inhale a jagged breath. “Maybe I like trouble,” I whisper back. His mouth curls up, a braggadocious smile in place. “Noted.”

Their conversation made me pause. I realized, through their individual holiday interpretations, the definition of home is fluid. It could mean a literal house with four walls and a door. It could be Christmas dinner on a cruise ship. A tree tied to the roof of a car. An intimate celebration between husband and wife, exchanging their first gifts as a married couple. If you asked a million people what home meant to them, you’d get a million answers, each as equally important as the last.

Sex shouldn’t be a divisive topic. We shouldn’t be ashamed of the books we read, the positions we like, or the names we want to be called in bed. We’re allowed to be loyal partners and attentive mothers, hard-working business owners, teachers or lawyers and be vocal about what satisfies us. You don’t have to pick and choose.

We all have flaws, Theo. Life’s about finding the person who welcomes them.”

Small seconds, many minutes, dozens of hours. It feels kind of insane, really, to feel so connected to another person. To let myself open up and let her see every part of me. But I am, and I do, and the best part is she’s letting me see her in return.

“Just like I thought. Just like every other part of you. I never want to leave.” “So don’t. Ruin me for anyone else.”