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Kerrigan Byrne and Cynthia St. Aubin's Nevermore Bookstore (Townsend Harbor Book 1)
Kerrigan Byrne and Cynthia St. Aubin's Nevermore Bookstore (Townsend Harbor Book 1)
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Can be read as standalone. Cadence “Cady” Bloomquist knows two things for sure: First, shelving books at her shop, Nevermore Bookstore, totally counts as cardio. Second, staying late every Thursday night to take a certain mysterious customer’s order is not the same as waiting by the phone for some man.
Until.
Until the calls with the man who identifies himself only as “Fox” last for hours, and become the highlight of her week. Which leaves her to wonder, if his jagged velvet voice can kindle her fire over the phone, what sort of alchemy might it inspire if they met in person?
There’s nothing Roman Fawkes wants more than the brilliant, beautiful bookstore owner, but Roman Fawkes knows it can never happen. Secreted in his mountain hideaway high above sleepy little Townsend Harbor, his hermit’s existence shields him–and those around him–from the pain of his past.
Until.
Until one of their weekly calls is interrupted by a break-in, and Fawkes is powerless to protect the woman who has become his one link to the world. Orchestrating a trap for the fool who dared harm her, Fawkes finds himself not just ensnared, but beguiled by her. Now so close to Cady, he discovers she’s fallen for “Fox”, and yet he’s unable to reveal her heart’s desire is closer than she thinks.
Can Fawkes resist the temptation to get between Cady’s covers, knowing they’ll never have a happily ever after?
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Look Inside Ch. 1
Look Inside Ch. 1
Cadence Bloomquist stared at the faux old fashioned rotary telephone, willing it to ring.
It wasn’t that she was waiting, per se. Waiting by the phone was absolutely not a thing Cady did, and especially not for a man.
Despite her best friend’s completely unfounded accusations.
She was merely making herself available for Nevermore Bookstore’s most lucrative customer. A customer who was polite enough to place his weekly orders every Thursday night at precisely eight p.m.
Over the last several months, Cady discovered that if she not waited at exactly the right second, she could catch the gleaming gold dial and glossy black enamel vibrating ever so slightly before the brassy jumble of notes sang out.
And they would.
Any minute now.
Planting her hands on the silky wood of the credenza her aunt had repurposed for the bookstore’s cash register, Cady shook out her legs and stretched her sti5 back.
Any other evening, and she’d be upstairs life-rafting on her heating pad by now, doomscrolling or binge-watching until the day melted from her bones.
Still. The bookstore did take on a cozily creepy edge once the darkness pressed against the shop’s large front window.
Cady glanced up just as a gust of early-autumn wind sent red and yellow leaves somersaulting down the empty sidewalk. Bathed in the amber glow of wrought-iron streetlamps, Water Street—the quaint seaport town’s main drag—had already gone quiet, the locals safely tucked into their homes and the stream of tourists dwindling as they found their way back to their cozy bed-and breakfasts.
From the mantel of a fireplace whose chimney had long ago been bricked up, the antique brass clock began to chime.
The mosh pit of butterflies in her stomach pulled out their tiny glow sticks and began to rave as she counted the bell-like musical pings.
Two. Three. Four…
Brrrrrringg.
She waited the customary one and a half rings before clearing her throat and lifting the handset from its golden cradle. The receiver was pleasantly heavy in her hand and cool against her cheek as she inhaled to issue her standard greeting.
“Nevermore Bookstore, this is Cady.”
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