So it turns out that my new library is very good about ordering books that people request. Which is nice. It's just too bad that people don't have better taste.
I processed a new paperback today that had been requested by a male patron. It’s about a Navajo FBI agent who, according to the back jacket blurb, is “strong-willed, dynamic, a born hunter.” The book is entitled Black Mesa and is part of the American Heroes: Against All Odds series.
I went to write my cool librarian information on the title page and saw this tantalizing intro:
His kiss was soft at first, neither urging nor coaxing. Her heart leapt to life and a slow tendril of heat began to wind its way through her. . . .
With a groan, he pulled her even closer. His mouth smothered hers, a raw urgency tugging at his restraint. She moaned softly.
“Tell me you need me, schoolteacher, as much as I need you,” he said in a husky voice. “Say it.”
She had just started to answer when a loud thump shattered the moment.
“What the--" Justin moved to one side and saw a fireball arc across the sky toward them.
Okay, Awesome.
We've got sex, FBI agents, naughty schoolteachers, and fireballs. Something for everyone! Several people stared at me when I burst out laughing there at the end.
Hey Desmama, if you want me to put this one on hold for you I totally will.
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