Booked on a Feeling

Sleep is overrated." The book lover trumped the sensible mom in Shannon. "Reading is everything.

At this stage in her life, romance novels were still the right books for her but for slightly different reasons. She didn’t need them so much to feel the human connection anymore but to help her hang on to hope.

But the identity she’d held on to for so long was an ill-fitting mask that hid who she really was.

Being a bookseller meant helping people find their moments of escape or enlightenment. Helping people fill a void in themselves to find a sense of wholeness and happiness. It could be through discovering new knowledge, being carried away by adventure, or having a good fright over a horror story. It could be something as simple as curing someone of mind-numbing boredom. There was a right book for everyone whenever they needed it. Lizzy wanted to be there for those readers to help them find their way, and as always, books would be her friend and teacher.

Well, finding the right book kind of feels like that. Once you read that book, a whole new world will open up for you. You’ll take these incredible journeys through your imagination and find limitless possibilities with every new book. It only takes that one right book to change everything.

Jack with tools makes Lizzy a very horny girl.

Sleep is overrated.” The book lover trumped the sensible mom in Shannon. “Reading is everything.

The brewery is our dream.” “No.” Anger Jack didn’t know he felt surged to the surface. “It’s your dream. Tara’s and your dream. Not mine.

There was nothing that felt better than making Lizzy laugh—maybe except for making her come. It was too close to call.

And who doesn’t love happily ever afters?” “The cold, bitter people with shriveled raisins for hearts who disparage romance for being formulaic. That’s who.

Nature was supposed to do wonders for one’s mental health. Therapists actually prescribed time with nature to their patients. But Lizzy was doing incredibly well since she came to Weldon, even being indoors all the time. In fact, she didn’t remember having to take her anxiety medication once. Still, Jack wanted to do this for her, and it could only help her.

The way he saw it, he had three choices here. One: maintain the status quo. He could spend three amazing weeks with his best friend and help her recharge so she could return to her uber-successful life and date uber-successful men, all the while pretending that he wasn’t pining for her. Two: get over his crush on Lizzy. He probably saw her best side, since they only spent a few days out of the year together. Maybe he would get to see all of her annoying sides if they spent nearly every day together for three weeks. Three: make her fall in love with him. Which was fine and dandy, except he had no idea how. And there was the very real possibility that he just might end up losing his best friend. Shit.

Lizzy was so busy melting into a puddle watching Jack interact with Elliott that she had completely forgotten about the task at hand. What was she thinking? There were tiny boxes to check off!

She trudged to the kitchen and poured herself an unsophisticated amount of red wine before sitting down at the two-person dining table. The straight-backed wooden chair gave her the illusion of having a backbone when it came to facing her parents.

Robert’s reference to billing five minutes into the day made her stomach clench with nerves.