Bookshops & Bonedust (Legends & Lattes, #0)

by Travis Baldree

“You’re in the tunnel. I know how it goes.” “The tunnel?” “You’re just trying to make it to the other end, and while you’re in it, there’s nothing to either side.

Unfortunately, certain passages, pages, and whole chapters made her flush all over.

Smut???

“You stay here, stumpy. I’ll go check.”

“Don’t mess with your baker.” “Especially when your baker has a mace upstairs.” “Oh, the rollin’ pin works just fine, hon.”

“Moist books?”

Smut!

“It’s possible I can see the appeal. But perhaps I should sample one of the moist ones.”

“All of the words on the page? All at once?” said Fern. He looked back and forth between them. “You read them one by one?” he asked curiously. “Yes!” they both cried at the same time.

“Well. Were you grabbing his ass?” “Of course not,” said Fern. “It was not. Worth. Grabbing,”

“Every book is a little mirror, and sometimes you look into it and see someone else looking back.”

She mouthed one word. “Moist.”

“Well, this is a gods-damned surprise,” puffed Gallina. “When you said you served your Lady, I gotta say, I thought you meant, like … tea.”

A chunk of ice in Viv’s chest melted all at once, and her guts went watery with the runoff.

Feyre babe is that you?

the shop glowed with the ragged vitality of a survivor.

“Because I’m headed down the hill, and you’re headed up it. I’m just glad we chanced to meet on the way.”

And as Tandri laughed, waiting for the full story, Viv was grateful for all the wrong times that had led to this right one.