“In my head, owning a bookstore meant I could hide in the back reading all day, while other bookworms came and went without a sound, resembling almost a library or, better yet, a convent. People never talked to me or… — Kristi Hayes Copy Share
“In my head, owning a bookstore meant I could hide in the back reading all day, while other bookworms came and went without a sound, resembling almost a library or, better yet, a convent. People never talked to me or to each other, we were just a secret society of readers, alone but together in silent unity. In reality though,… — Kristi Hayes Copy Share
“Uncertain of what he wanted, I turned to meet his eyes. Pupils dilating. Breathing hitched. He looked rough. Intense. Wild. But then he smiled.… — Kristi Hayes Copy Share Image
“And that one guy, Martin that everyone liked, well he had a gash above his right eye and bruising near his jawline making him… — Kristi Hayes Copy Share Image
