#bookworm!Abby

[dinasfavslut]

Bookworm Abby x Fem!reader

Warnings: smut, 18+ obviously,minors + ageless blogs please for both of us don’t interact, cockwarming, slight degradation, slight praise

I’m pretty bad with warnings I’m sorry I kinda forget what I wrote. I’m so sorry, I really did mean to post this sooner I was working on this through the week end and got distracted.

Abby was blessed with broad hands. I was like, Holy shit, she has big motherfucking hands when I first saw her.

Abby is perfect in every way. She's kind, soft, caring, strong (really fucking strong), and extremely intelligent. She obviously likes reading. She has a wide range of novels on her shelves, from romance to action. She has read everything from fiction to nonfiction and even some poetry books.

It's around 4 p.m., and Abby is in the lounging area with a book in her hands (I also imagine she wears reading glasses) and her nose buried in deep. The cover depicts a girl with fire behind her, but who cares? You simply want Abby to put her book down and pay attention to you. After classes, and a long day at work. All you need is Abby to relieve the stress that's been turning your hair gray, but she's reading, and you know she can't be bothered when she has a book. So, you sit next to her, your head on her shoulder, and trace your fingers over her biceps, forming hearts, circles, and stars. “What are you reading abs?”

“Daylight," her tone is calm and dull; she didn't even look up while speaking; she was way too concentrated on her book. Most of the time, when you're desperate, you can get yourself off, but today was different. You really wanted Abby's hands—her massive fingers pounding into you—never mind that.

"What's it all about?" Looking down the pages, you lean in closer.

"Tell you later, Kay."

"Abby!" You whined, hoping that your neediness would distract her. "Put down your book and look at me!" If she loved you, she'd put the book down straight away. She sighed and shifted her gaze to you. "Abby, I need you." You looked down, toying with the end of your shirt, a little embarrassed by your previous sentence.

"Will you also need me after I finish this?"

"Yeah but-"

"You can wait then."

"That's not fair, Abs. I'm just-" You groan from sexual frustration as well as the frustration of not knowing what words to get out. You're sick of this bullshit. You discard your pants and underwear, placing yourself on Abby's hand and moving her fingers to where you need them. Her palm was warm and gentle. Her fingers were perfectly positioned, so when you grinded your throbbing cunt against her, the pads of her fingers banged right into your puffy pink clit "f-fuck." You let out a loud moan and rubbed yourself against her hand. The only reaction you receive from her is a brow lift. No, hey need some help with that? Or, look how needy my girl is. But her hand will have to be just fine.

Almost reaching your high, you can feel the coil in your stomach tightening. "Fuck Abby, so- so- feels so good, m'gonna-" She yanked her hand away, leaving you to moan and cry, “but-.”

"Tut-tut, you knew I was reading, and you continued to bother me." She eventually put down her silly book and started undoing her jeans. That's when you noticed the bulge she was hiding in her pants. It was clear pink in color, slightly curved, and about 9.5 inches long. When did they get to be that big? "Come over here." You crept over and stared her in the eyes as she raised her hand. "Do you see my hand? Do you see the mess you made? I was busy, and you were attempting to distract me."

"Blah blah blah, s'not fair that you're always nose-deep in your fucking books." She firmly grasped your waist, and it was, kind of... hot. Abby is usually soft and delicate during sex, and she always does everything you say. She knows she's strong and doesn't want to hurt you, but her tone was harsh this time. The tips of her fingers dug into your hips as she "god-fuck-Abby!" shoved you down on the rest of her strap, almost making you gush the minute you sank entirely down.

"You understand that you are not to move? Be a good girl till I finish my book, and I'll give you what you need, got it?" Groaning, you leaned forward and placed your head on her shoulder. You were aware that her sexual desire was lower than yours and that she could go a long time without any sexual activity. You can only last a week. It was the book's problem, not yours. The book is what made you sit and be her good cockwarmer for who knows how long.

5 minutes... 10 minutes... 15 minutes This is taking far too long. You looked over and noticed she had quite a few pages. "Hey, come on, pretty girl, almost done." Unfortunately for you, Abby was not the fastest reader. She enjoys going deeply into what the characters are doing and what the current events will entail at the finale of the story.

One hour happened to extend into three hours. "Come on, pretty girl, you were so good for me; I think you deserve a reward, yeah?"

[moodywyrm]

college! basketball! abby masterlist

all of my works for the college! basketball! abby (most of which have chubby reader or chubby bookworm reader)

bookish lil crush - college au! abby anderson x bookworm! reader

hide away - college au! abby anderson x bookworm! reader

college! abby taking bookworm! reader’s virginity - nsfw

college! abby when bookworm! reader is being a brat in class - suggestive

college! abby making out with her girl in her car  - nsfw

college! abby playing with her girl’s hand

college! abby vs her gf’s pastel gym sets  - nsfw

college! abby getting caught cuddling her gf ft. jerry

college! abby losing an argument ft. lev

college! basketball! Abby and her chubby/plus size girlfriend

college! basketball! Abby picking up her plus size gf

College! Basketball! Abby and her chubby gf walking around almost naked

college! basketball! abby having her chubby gf wear her clothes

college! basketball! abby fucking her chubby gf in her hoodie

college! basketball! abby being a golden retriever gf

college! abby walking in on her girl fucking herself  - nsfw

basketball! abby buying her chubby! gf a dress - suggestive

college! basketball! abby having her chubby gf on her lap

college basketball abby n chubby reader find pets!

college basketball abby carrying around her puppy

hcs about soot (college basketball abby and ur’s cat)

thoughts on college! basketball! Abby’s major/minor

slow and lazy makeout session with college basketball abby and chubby reader

lev hcs for college basketball abby x chubby reader

college! basketball! abby vs. video games

coregulating (not really) with abby (college au and in-universe)

college! basketball! abby’s apartment

college! basketball! abby missing a shot for you, aka: how chubby gf gets soft-banned from practice

college! basketball! abby going up to a cabin with her girl for winter break - suggestive

stealing college! basketball! Abby’s hoodie - suggestive

college! basketball! abby x bookish! chubby! reader - the bouquets, real and paper

college! basketball! abby unintentionally putting bookish! chubby! reader to sleep

college! basketball! abby teasing chubby reader for walking funny the morning after - suggestive

college! basketball! abby when you keep the windows open in the cold

college! basketball! abby seeing her chubby gf in a bikini - suggestive

giving college! basketball! Abby and her teammates beach toys to keep them occupied

college! basketball! abby accidentally commenting on your eating - tw: disorded eating and internalized hatred

basketball! abby x streamer! gf - the very long stardew stream

fucking basketball! abby with your tits - nsfw

college! abby when she can’t keep up with bookish! reader’s reading speed

basketball! college! abby dancing with her chubby gf in the kitchen

college! basketball! abby’s friends watching the process of you (chubby reader) two getting together

college! basketball! abby when her chubby! gf is touch-starved and needy

college! basketball! abby cuddling (almost) naked with chubby! gf

aftercare with college! basketball! abby - sequel to her taking chubby! bookworm! reader’s virginity

chubby! reader sitting on college! basketball! abby’s lap in nothing but a hoodie and undies

college! basketball! Abby wearing chubby! gf’s clothes

making college! basketball! abby squirt for the first time - nsfw

tiktok of college! basketball! abby teaching soot tricks

college! basketball! abby when you wear shorts - nsfw

college! basketball! abby with no sense of personal space

college! abby touching herself and forcing you to watch - nsfw

Abby Anderson, like father like daughter 

Abby Anderson, like father like daughter pt2

chubby gfs relationship with jerry!

jerry and the baby photos

chubby gf taking a nap on college basketball abby

thoughts on photos of abby and the babies (soot and haley)

being sad bc of something abby did in your dream

grabby abby smacking your ass - suggestive

abby watching you do your makeup 

more abby + makeup thoughts

[ihoardwords]

A little Oxford book haul that I’m slowly making way through this month. I got these books at a charity shop, Waterstones Oxford, Blackwells Oxford, and Bookstop! Currently I’m reading Witch Hat Atelier Vol. 1, which is quickly becoming my new favorite manga 🥰

ig: @rachana_reads

[abookwormguidetoagoodread]

The wicked can fake nobility, just as the damned can fake innocence. But only the truth will rise from the ashes when we all start to burn. —Victoria Evans

- Paint It All Red (Mindf*ck, #5), S.T. Abby.

[calming-chaos]

What a mindf*ck

[pluviophile-who-likes-coffee]

Love is not supposed to be beautiful. It’s supposed to be a raw, gritty struggle that forces you to face the most vulnerable parts of yourself, so that when the good times come, you can savor and enjoy them, fully appreciate what they’re worth. Otherwise, you take it all for granted.

Paint It All Red by S.T. Abby

[kattiereads]

“It’s quiet.”

“What is?”

“My mind. It’s finally quiet. It’s only quiet when I’m with you.”

—The Friend Zone (Abby Jimenez)

[bookaddict24-7]

(New Young Adult Releases Coming Out Today! (November 22nd, 2022)

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Have I missed any new Young Adult releases? Have you added any of these books to your TBR? Let me know!

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New Standalones/First in a Series:

A Consuming Fire by Laura E. Weymouth

At Midnight by Dahlia Adler 

Of Cages & Crowns by Brianna Joy Crump

Other Side of the Tracks by Charity Alyse 

New Sequels:

The Last Field Party (The Field Party #7) by Abbi Glines

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Happy reading!

[books-in-a-storm]

Book Of The Week

Title: The Connelly Cousins #1 Celina

Author: Abbie Zanders

Pages:263

Synopsis: When Celina Connelly returns to Birch Falls several years after her parents' deaths, she's not sure she's going to stay. Nothing has changed, and yet everything is different. Or maybe living at home with her overprotective brother and working in the town library just isn't enough. When Celina meets Jamie McCullough, she knows right away that he's a great guy. He's handsome, intelligent, thoughtful, and treats her well... but it's not enough. Celina is saving herself for the all-inclusive, heart-pounding, breath-stealing kind of magic that comes with finding the right one - the kind she feels when she meets Jamie's brother, Kyle. The dark, brooding biker is all wrong for someone like her, and yet from the moment they meet, Celina knows Kyle is the one she's been waiting for. Kyle McCullough is the ultimate bad boy. He likes his machines fast and his women faster. When his younger brother comes to him for advice on seduction, Kyle laughs it off, believing no woman can be as perfect as Jamie makes her out to be. He's wrong. Not only is Celina beautiful and sexy, she's got the class of a lady and the soul of a biker. But it will never work. Lina's not only his brother's girl, she's also his best friend's little sister. Besides, she's far too good for him. And Kyle doesn't do good girls.

[ladyknighsthings]

Book rec: Non Fiction

I don't know if this was considered a self help book.

It was insightful and Funny helped me look deeper in my own thoughts and hesitation on moving forward in life and taking bigger and bolder steps with my ambitious and goals.

Abbi Jacobson has a way of making the mundane and day to day life funny and special!

Oh and love love the illustrations in these 💯

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

4/5

[livrosempedacinhos]

Estar com ela e depois sem ela foi como morrer aos poucos... Com uma pitada de loucura para temperar.

Belo Sacrifício, Jamie McGuire.

[starr--shinne]

Hands down my favorite author!!!! Her books are the kind that you can't let go of and need to keep reading right until the end. Kye and Baby dolls story is one of my favorite 😍 now you can read them on kindle unlimited whenever, wherever!!!! 🥰

@abbiglinesbooks-blog

- Mariah Sanchez

[goodbooksonly]

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5

[janitorhutcherson]

Marked Only for Me (Olderbf!Mike Schmidt NSFW)

hii!! okay, i have never written smut before, so i am begging you all to plz be patient with me! this is very long, so my apologies.this is a part of my olderbf!mike series, so hope u guys likeee. also, for this let's make the assumption mike went to college and all of that before his security jobs. he just had burn out and was there, hence why he's working for a major company with what would be little experience. anyways, lmk what u think!

summary: mike comes home and needs to blow off some steam

warnings: nudity, sex, name calling, hair pulling, choking, marking, possessiveness, an implied free use situation, fluff at the end!!

word count: 2,925

nsfw after the cut!!

You were sitting at the kitchen table doing homework in the home you shared with your boyfriend, Mike. You're 20, a couple of years into college, drudging through math problems that make your head feel like it's sitting inside a frying pan. You had to admit this wasn't your ideal way to relax after a 10-hour shift at the bookstore you helped run. Things had been hectic with Black Friday, your store doing a special sale where everything was 50% off, and bookworms were coming out of random corners to fill their already overflowing shelves for cheap. Of course, being younger, you were the one who had to do the grunt work, carrying piles of books to and from inventory, dealing with the more demanding customers as your older coworkers would tell you that they "just couldn't handle kids these days" and that it'd certainly be better for the younger one to do it. Luckily, though, Abby was at a friend's house, meaning you didn't have distractions. You were as focused as could be with a cup of coffee beside you, the sunlight that was once beaming through the cracks of the blinds now completely gone. You were focused, your brain functioning as much as it would with the problems. Things were quiet.

...That is until Mike stormed in. He was frustrated, angry, an invisible red-hot aura beaming off him. His hair was messier than it typically was. The softness in his eyes was instead replaced with a cold look. His eyebrows were furrowed together on his forehead, his jaw sharp and defined as he gritted his teeth. Although this wasn't common, it wasn't necessarily rare either. Mike worked for a publishing company as a marketing manager. He'd gotten the job after a few months of hard work to make up for the slack on his resume after working at the mall and the pizzeria. He moved up the ladder quickly, his company admiring his friendly attitude and his somewhat shy but personable behavior. He loved his job much more than his past ones. He felt happier, got more time off, was less stressed, and was definitely safer. Even with that being said, sometimes shit just pissed him off.

Today's big issue was a meeting with his marketing team, which also involved the big guy over his head. He felt like he was criticized, demeaned, dragged through the mud, and all in front of the team he was supposed to be respected by, listened to. On a typical day, this might not have pissed him off so much. He might've mentally plotted the demise of his boss, but he wouldn't have caused the outburst he did at work, and today had been particularly awful. He'd been late, burned his breakfast, knicked himself while shaving, and even gotten into what he considered to be a little fight with you the night before. Even though you'd both settled the argument, made up, and kissed before bed, he had been thinking about it all day. He'd then spilled coffee on his brand new tie, leaving a stain, and then... that happened. Mike snapped. He yelled at his boss, showing his ass in front of everyone, causing a meeting in his boss's office to end with an inevitable write-up. 

Now, he was home, trudging in all his bad energy, disrupting your study time. You couldn't even be frustrated with him, his demeanor proving he'd obviously had a bad day. You went to stand up to greet him with a hug, a kiss or two, but before you could, Mike stormed over to you, grabbing your arm harshly. You gasped, slightly thrown off by his sudden actions. He pulled you closer to him, his eyes locked on yours and his breath heavy against your neck.

"What the fuck, Mike?" you said, your eyebrows furrowed as you stared into his cold brown-green orbs.

"Listen to me," he grunted, his voice low and gravely. "I have had a very, very bad day, and I need you to be a good girl for me, okay? I don't want no shit, no back talk, you'll listen to what I say.. do you understand?" 

His hand still gripped your arm, his fingernails digging into your skin. You could feel yourself starting to drip, your panties feeling damp against your skin as your body buzzed with excitement. All you could do was nod your head, your eyes locked on his as they clouded over with lust. Mike snapped his fingers in your face, looking at you from underneath his eyebrows. 

"Use your words," he demanded. 

"Yes sir, I understand," you stuttered out, your cheeks flushing red. Mike's face was now pleased, his entire demeanor softening a little. His hand stayed wrapped around your arm as he tugged you into the living room, pushing you roughly onto the couch. You huffed from the impact, your eyes widening as Mike dropped to his knees before you. He slid your sweatpants off, prying your knees open to reveal your see-through pink panties soaked beyond belief. His eyes were hungry, his mouth open, almost drooling as he looked directly into your eyes. 

"All for me, babydoll?" he teased, his hand sliding in between your legs as he drew small circles around your clothed clit. You nodded your head as a whimper escaped your lips, the aching in between your legs only growing worse.

"What did I tell you?" he said, his words sharp as he smacked the inside of your thigh.

"Yes sir," you corrected, your words wavering after the impact from his hand. Mike nodded, satisfied with your answer, as he slowly slid your panties down your thighs, wasting no time. You gasped once again as the cold air hit your wet cunt. Mike exhaled sharply, taking a moment to admire you in front of him. His eyes trailed up to your pathetic look, your already-glazed-over eyes, down to your barely clothed chest, only a sports bra covering your breasts he loved so much, then down to in between your legs, where you were so wet, and all just for him. His lips trailed up to your tummy, sucking on the skin in different areas, from above your abdomen all the way up to right below where your sports bra stayed, purple marks forming.

He then dove in without hesitation, his large hands gripping your sides as he leaned in, moving one hand to take his index and middle finger to spread your pussy lips. His mouth instantly attached to your clit. You yelped as you bucked your hips forward, his lips meeting the sensitive area. Mike pinched your thigh, a sign to quiet down until he said to do otherwise, two of his fingers reaching out to be shoved into your mouth.

“Suck,” he demanded, his fingers going as far back down your throat as they could. You did what you were told, sucking on his fingers and drawing your own circles with your tongue. His tongue drew tiny and slow circles against the set of nerves, your hands reaching down to tangle in his hair from desperation. God, he loved eating you out. The way you yelped, quivered, shook underneath him, your hands tangled in his hair to keep yourself from going over the edge. He fucking loved it, you were the perfect cure to his anger, calming, something he could take it out on in a productive way that made everyone feel good. Your whines were suppressed as you bit your lip, your teeth digging into the softer skin. Mike pulled away for a moment, his eyes locking with yours once again as he admired your face, your now swollen lips.

“You know what, baby? Be as loud as you want for me now, princess,” he mumbled, going back to attacking your wet cunt. Slurping sounds filled the living room mixed with your moans and whimpers as his tongue slid up and down your slit, his lips wrapping around your clit to suck as hard as possible when his tongue wasn’t fucking inside of you. He moaned against you, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. His cock was rock hard inside of his work pants, his own face flustered as he rocked back and forth against himself. His tongue continued to lap at your clit as he slid two of his large fingers in and out of you, your walls clenching around them. You could feel yourself drawing close and Mike could tell. Your thighs attempted to clench around his head, but before they could his calloused hands pried them open, holding them apart. Just as your eyes began to clamp shut, your thighs shaking as the knot in your stomach started to untie, Mike pulled away. You gasped as he slipped his fingers out, furrowing your eyebrows as you stared at him with an angry glare. He chuckled as he stood up, raising his eyebrows up and down as he leaned down, his hand lifting your chin up.

“Poor baby, was all ready to finish for me, hm? You were gonna be ‘Mikey’s little slut,’ weren’t you? That’s what you tell me you are, right? My little slut?” he teased, no remorse behind his eyes. You huffed, punching his arm before crossing your arm, too out of it to say anything from the knot that remained in your stomach but too angry to take initiative.

“Awh, don’t be mad, princess,” he snickered, shaking his head as he leaned further down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “You really think I’m done with you?”

With that being said, Mike pushing you back on the couch. His right hand held you down as his lift struggled to unbutton his pants. He pulled his pants down, letting them fall around his ankles as he yanked his boxers off, his cock springing out. He stepped out of them, letting you go for a moment to unbutton his shirt before tossing it off as well. Mike then looked over to you, leaning forward, ripping your thin sports bra off of your chest, your breasts now exposed to him. He licked his lips, excitement overflowing his body. He crawled on top of you, attempting to make the two of you fit on the couch. His mouth attacked your nipples, biting and gnawing at your skin. His mouth moved up to your neck, sucking and prodding and biting until purple marks were left all around, ones you were all too aware would be impossible to hide later on. He moved down to your chest once again, marks all across your collarbone, your tits. Mike’s hands gripped onto your neck as he sat up, looking into your glossed over eyes. He pressed his lips to your ear, a soft kiss against your earlobe.

“’M about to fuck you so hard you see stars,” he said, his voice causing prickles to cover your skin. Then, without hesitation Mike slammed into you, his pace staggered. Your moans were as loud as could be, the sound of skin hitting against each other and the echoes of both of your voices filling the living room. His thrusts were sloppy as he felt himself starting to get close to the edge, his hands pushing your hips down and into the couch. Your entire body sunk into the cushions as he used everything in him, his cock abusing your poor cunt. You swore you saw stars until you felt his hand gently smack against your cheek, your eyes averting back to his gaze.

“You’re gonna look at me when I fuck you, princess,” he growled, his hand sliding up to your hair as he tugged. You grew close, clenching around his length, your thighs starting to shake. Your core was threatening to come undone.

“Fuck, Mikey, baby, I’m gonna fucking cum,” you whimpered out, closing your eyes as your head leaned back against the side of the couch.

“Cum for me, baby,” Mike stated. You did as he demanded, finishing around his cock as your liquids gushed against him. His thrusts grew sloppier before he pulled out, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“You’re such a good girl, you know that baby? You did so good for me, listening to what I said, letting me use your pretty cunt,” he stated, his thumb caressing your cheek. He then resituated, pulling you off the couch, pushing you onto the ground. You were now in the same position he was in earlier, completely fucked out. Your lips were dull from exhaustion, your cheeks red and your hair knotted in certain areas. Mike’s cock was directly in front of you, his hand guiding for you to suck on him. Your lips wrapped around his tip, the tip of your tongue licking his slit. You worked your mouth down his length, licking the sides. Mike’s moans became frantic, desperate as your mouth worked its magic. His hand tangled in your hair as he pushed your head up and down, thrusting up into your mouth.

“That’s it, baby, feels so good,” he grunted. With no warning, Mike pulled out, spilling his load all over your face. He twitched, his moans loud and low, your tongue stuck out to catch his cum. His body laid against the couch, feeling heavy as his head leaned against the back of his couch. A tired grin was on his lips as you also smiled up at him, licking yourself clean. Mike looked down at you, a chuckle releasing his lips. It was obvious all of the tension and anger was gone, as his once cold eyes were once again the soft loving brown they used to be. He looked at you with adoration, always amused by how gorgeous you were even after rigorous activity and getting your face painted.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, picking you up bridal style as he leaned down to kiss you, not caring about his own load that was now on his face. He sat you down on the bathroom counter, grabbing a washcloth out of the cabinet, running it under warm water. He started to wipe away all of the liquids covering your face, pressing kisses to your skin here and there, looking your body up and down as he admired all of the marks he left.

“You always know how to make me feel good and how to take care of me after,” you croaked out, your voice laced with exhaustion as you smiled. Mike smiled back at you, his hand tenderly touching your cheek before pushing your hair behind your ear.

“I love you, of course I want to make sure ‘m taking care of you,” he said softly. His lips once again pressed against yours. “Thank you for letting me… you know.. blow off some steam,” he said, wiggling his brows.

“Of course, honey. I was worried, though. Is everything okay? Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, leaning forward as you slid off of the counter, grabbing a new washcloth and beginning to wipe his face with it as well. Mike sighed, shaking his head as he looked at her with sad eyes.

“I just- I got into it pretty badly with my boss at work and got criticized, I felt like a wounded animal, like I had to fight. I’m so used to having to fight that I don’t know how to shut up and listen,” he mumbled. “It was so bad, Y/N, and I got written up after that awful day I had this morning… I just.. I don’t know. I do know I feel better now, and would feel even better if we cuddled for a bit and then went out for food?” he suggested, spilling his thoughts to you. You giggled, nodding your head as you reached up to press a kiss to him. You dragged him into your shared bedroom, the two of you cuddling up together under the blankets. You turned to your side, your eyes locked with his.

“I love you, Mike, so much. And I’m so, so unbelievably proud of you. Thank you, for always making me feel good too, for taking care of me, for being such a good brother to Abby, just… thank you,” you said softly. Mike looked back at you lovingly, his appreciation for you apparent.

“I love you, princess, you don’t even know how much,” he mumbled. His eyes were heavy. He leaned over and set an alarm for an hour from now, the two of you planning on a night of dinner out and grocery shopping. He curled his arm around you lazily, your body limp and exhausted against his as you yawned.

“Oh, and baby?” he asked. You hummed, lifting your head to meet his eyes. “Wear a crop top when we go out, I want everyone to see you all marked up.” You giggled as you laid your head down, drifting off to sleep.

When you two went out, you did just that, wearing a cropped scoop neck shirt with a low-rise flowy skirt. He showed off any marks you’d left, too, your possessive boyfriend holding you close anytime someone’s eyes linger too long. Mike was strange, possessive, and sometimes a little of what most would say was unsettling, but to you, he was the love of your life, the man who made you feel good, the one who fucked you until you couldn’t think. You loved him, and you always would, blessing you with a lifelong supply of angry sex and aftercare cuddles.

[abookwormguidetoagoodread]

I’m Victoria Evans. The daughter of the man you killed. The sister to the boy you let die. The victim you turned into a monster. And I’m going to fucking kill you all.

- All the Lies (Mindf*ck, #4), S.T. Abby.

[readreadaway]

I’ve just started sinking my teeth into the third book from the Ice Cream Parlor Mystery series, A Killer Sundae. Set in the real town of Chagrin Falls, Ohio, my new hometown, we ride along with Bronwyn in her brand new ice cream truck, sleuthing around town to catch who really poisoned the former Harvest Time Festival Queen!

I found this series on a Buzzfeed list starting with A Deadly Inside Scoop. I was immediately perked up by the scenery of Chagrin Falls, a place I have visited every summer for almost 10 years and now reside in. Author Abby Collette gives Chagrin Falls a real Cabot Cove feel and to me, Abby is a real life J.B. Fletcher!

I love these books because they make you feel right at home. All you need is a glass of red wine, a cozy blanket and of course a pint of ice cream to accompany this adventure.

Bronwyn is a very relatable heroine, reluctant but always answers the call to action to catch the real killer and save the town. Add in some fun and fiercely loyal friends, family and a slow burn potential romance (not that she needs it! She’s got a lot on her plate between ice cream and murder!) and you have a recipe for a sweet mystery novel!

Thoughts?