Nevermore Bookstore: A Hot, Kink-Positive, Morally Gray, Grumpy-Sunshine Romcom (Townsend Harbor Book 1) by Kerrigan Byrne & Cynthia St. Aubin

Author:Kerrigan Byrne & Cynthia St. Aubin [Byrne, Kerrigan & St. Aubin, Cynthia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Oliver Heber Books
Published: 2023-03-27T16:00:00+00:00

TWELVE

Vibrator

(VĪ′BRĀ′TƏR) NOUN. ANY OF VARIOUS MACHINES OR DEVICES CAUSING A VIBRATORY MOTION OR ACTION, ESP. ONE USED IN MASSAGE OR TO PRODUCE SEXUAL STIMULATION.

Fox surveyed the second-day festival crowd, looking for one large pain in his ass.

The fucking sheriff.

Morning dawned overcast but mild, and until yesterday’s interaction with the cornfed shirt tucker, he’d almost been enjoying himself.

Working outside. Watching Cady interact with other book enthusiasts. Food trucks. Watching Cady bend over and retrieve things. The ocean view and brine-scented breeze. Watching Cady eat a deep-fried Twinkie. Everyone’s friendly dogs. Watching Cady defend herself to her health-conscious friends for eating a deep-fried twinkie.

Retrieving random books that caught his eye from the storage cart, Fox began a stack to replace what had been sold.

He wasn’t going to let Ethan ruin this. It was a nice fucking morning—the first one in possibly forever he’d spent not lamenting the idea that he had to wake up. If he could just go a handful of hours without Cady’s clingy cop ex lurking around, he could have something that looked like a great day.

Taking in several breaths, he was astonished to find himself so—relaxed?—in a crowd full of people.

Also, food trucks appreciation bared repeating.

The untouched forests would always remain among his soul-feeding scents, but it was hard not to appreciate sizzling onions from Pablo’s Paella. To identify the spices of the shawarma, or the fruit in fresh-made-to-order crepes. Add that to the taco truck slinging smothered burritos the size of a well-fed toddler, and his mouth hadn’t stopped watering for a good hour.

Maybe he was just hangry this morning. He had to admit, it’d been nice to buy his meals and enjoy food he hadn’t caught, killed, and cleaned himself.

“Anything else you need?” he asked the gravel beneath Cady’s feet.

One of these days he’d be able to meet her eyes and not remember what she looked like when she came.

Today was just not that day.

“I’m just so glad our sales haven’t sucked despite the placement in BF Egypt.” She clapped and held her hands together, surveying the display table of new, used, and rare books with obvious pleasure. “And they say people aren’t reading anymore.”

He was glad for her, too. Happy to see some of the stress drain from her shoulders enough to peel them away from her ears. Happy to help her carry books to her table and unload the inventory. Hell, even the customers didn’t piss him off as much as he’d expected. For a well-attended outdoor event approaching Halloween, it was surprisingly calm. People were happy and friendly.

It’d be creepy if it wasn’t so damned charming.

Readers. If he were to have a category of people he could stand… Well, Cady would be the lone card-carrying member. But for her sake, other bibliophiles were tolerable.

“Want food?” Looking at Cady, he thrust his chin toward the trucks on the other side of a Main Street of bounty-laden white festival tents as long as Eight Mile Road.

“You can have some of this vegan crepe if you want,” Gemma offered.

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