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    Lust in the Library: An Erotic Novella
    Lust in the Library: An Erotic Novella
    Lust in the Library: An Erotic Novella
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    Lust in the Library: An Erotic Novella

    By Amelia Fayer

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    Some like it hot and some like it in the reference section.

    Sara is having a love affair with books. But, since books can't make love to you, it means she's in the middle of a very long dry spell. Until a sexy Brit shows up. Suddenly she's learning just how stimulating a library can be—up against a bookcase, behind the card catalog, on the circulation desk . . .

    Meanwhile: Veronica is incredibly frustrated. While Sara and her new man are using the library as their personal adult playground, she's stuck with only her thesis and her sexual fantasies. But Andrew, her crush, isn't above using his . . . assets to get Veronica right where he wants her: alone, in a darkened corner of the stacks.

    Who knew reading could be this pleasurable?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHarperCollins
    Release dateFeb 21, 2012
    ISBN9780062201126
    Lust in the Library: An Erotic Novella
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    Amelia Fayer

    Amelia Fayer lives with her husband in New England, within close range of an inspirational library. When she is not writing, she likes to read, hike, garden and knit (not necessarily in that order).

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      I picked this up primarily because of the library setting. I laughed out loud several times during this novella. While the sex was steamy, the dialogue was rather laughable (e.g. "You were both that obvious. He looked like he was just about ready to do some research on you."

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    Lust in the Library - Amelia Fayer

    PART ONE

    Necking in Nonfiction

    "DO YOU SEE him?"

    The one with the leather bag?

    Yes, watch him. He does the same thing every time he comes in here. He goes over to that computer, looks up books in the catalog, and then comes over here to order something from the archives.

    Sara, why don’t you just talk to him?

    Sara glanced at Veronica through the bookshelf.

    Are you crazy? Look at him! And he has this accent . . .

    Sara feigned swooning.

    Wait ’til you hear him talk. It’s like melting chocolate. And . . . well . . . he’s an academic; he’s doing research. I’m just the librarian.

    No you are the assistant head librarian of special collections. And the youngest one in recent history I think.

    Sara grinned at Veronica and finished shelving the books she had stacked neatly on the book cart. Sara was only a few years older than the college senior, but her whole life so far had been a love affair with books. Unfortunately, books didn’t love her back.

    Do you know what he’s researching?

    They walked close to each other back to the circulation desk so that they wouldn’t need to talk loudly. In a library, the tiniest sound would carry. Sara sometimes suspected the architects who designed libraries improved the acoustics on purpose to discourage anyone from talking above the barest whisper.

    No, actually. He keeps requesting things from the archives that don’t seem to jive at all. You know how when researchers are on to something they just take out everything on that topic? Well, his requests keep jumping around. One week it’s a book on medieval art, the next week it’s something on Jane Austen, the week after that it’s something on the sexual practices of the Roman elite.

    Sexual practices? Veronica raised her eyebrow and smirked.

    Oh, stop it, Sara said smiling, but see what I mean? There’s almost no rhyme or reason to what he’s looking for.

    The pair moved behind the circulation desk and Veronica sat down at a computer.

    What are you doing? Sara asked.

    Looking up his borrowing history, what’s his name?

    Veronica! You’re not allowed to do that, it’s a privacy issue!

    Veronica turned in her swivel chair and raised an eyebrow. Are you serious? That’s only for like . . . the government and stuff. We’re just looking because we’re curious. She spun back to her seat. Now, what’s his name?

    Hello, Mr. Hammond.

    Veronica’s eyes got large for a moment, and she spun around to glare at Sara who was smiling demurely, her hands clasped in front of her. Sara moved toward the counter and smiled at the recently arrived Mr. Hammond.

    How can I help you today?

    Good morning, Ms. Owens.

    They stood facing each other: Sara with a small smile; Mr. Hammond with a grin. Veronica glanced back and forth between the two, the electricity between them palpable. She cleared her throat loudly.

    Oh yes, Mr. Hammond replied, pleasantly befuddled. "I was hoping you would order me Supreme Attachments by um . . . he glanced down at a piece of paper in his hand, McSweeney?"

    Certainly, Mr. Hammond.

    Cheers, excellent, and . . . He looked bashful for a moment. You can call me William. Actually, please call me William.

    Sara’s face suddenly tinged pink and blotchy down to her collarbone. Veronica snorted and then tried to cover it with a cough.

    Well, um, cheers then, he said quickly and walked away. Sara watched him for a moment before wheeling her chair over to her friend.

    What was that about?

    "Well, if you guys wanted to have sex right now, I could have suggested a better place than on the circulation desk."

    We were— Did it seem like— Was I that obvious?

    Veronica snickered. You were both that obvious. He looked like he was just about ready to do some research on you.

    Oh, now that is just a truly hideous pun.

    Yeah, I know. Veronica looked thoughtful for a moment. How long has it been anyway?

    "Huh?

    Since you, you know, got laid?

    Sara glared at Veronica, who merely raised her eyebrows.

    Well, how long has it been since you’ve been moping about Andrew? Sara shot back.

    Veronica’s raised eyebrows swiftly descended into a furrow. We’re not talking about that, she shot back as she spun around in her seat with a piece of paper held over her head. And you may want to head up to the sixth floor, section R.

    And why would I want to do that? Sara asked haughtily as she resumed shelving books.

    Well, because, aside from what he’s asked you to get from storage, all of the books he’s been taking out have come from there.

    Sara inhaled quickly from shock. Veronica, I told you—

    Yeah, I know, but it’s done, and I’ll burn this printout when I get home—Sara quickly went to snatch for it, but Veronica pulled it out of her reach—if you go up there right now and talk to him.

    Sara sputtered. I— How— I’m trying to save your ass here!

    And I appreciate that, but I feel that my ass is serving the greater good by trying to get you laid. Or a date, at least.

    Sara considered. She did really want to talk to him, but what would she say? And he seemed to like her. But it could all go so horribly wrong like so many of the others.

    What would I say?

    Just say you forgot the author’s name of the book he was looking for.

    How do you come up with things like that so quickly?

    I’m a very good liar. Now, hurry up before I report myself to the Feds.

    Sara stepped back from the shelf and walked around the counter. She leaned quickly over it.

    Do you really—

    Just go!

    All right, all right.

    WILLIAM WALKED UP to his usual haunt on the sixth floor, section R, wondering again why he couldn’t just ask Ms. Owens out. Maybe he had lived in the States too long and had forgotten how to ask a girl out properly. In his experience, American girls had been much more forward than their British counterparts; maybe he

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