Hannah
Only in my worst nightmares would I make eye contact with Wyatt Rhodes while a customer read orc e*****a to me.
“Here,” Don, our town photographer and news blogger, said in my bookstore one morning. He adjusted his reading glasses and ran his finger down the page of the book. “This is the part where I knew something was up. Yeuk gave an almighty roar and the surrounding forest shuddered. His gargantuan shaft sprayed semen all over Lady Nicoletta, so much semen. Buckets of—”
“Okay.” I held a hand up. “I get it, Don. Please stop.”
“I saw the cover and I thought it was like Lord of the Rings.” He swallowed and stared out the front window of the shop, lost in thought and shaking his head a little. “It’s not,” he whispered. “It’s really not.” He flipped the page. Movement over his sh
