Sasha - Grey Naughty Bookworms

“We cannot read Fifty Shades again,” Mira declared. “The prose is anemic.”

The appraiser blinked. The book club stifled laughs. sasha grey naughty bookworms

Sasha stepped out, arms crossed. “I’ve been here for five minutes.” “We cannot read Fifty Shades again,” Mira declared

The late shift at The Gilded Quill , a dusty, labyrinthine bookstore in the heart of the city, was usually Sasha Grey’s sanctuary. The customers were few, the silence profound, and the scent of old paper was a drug. But tonight, the silence was broken by a scuffle. “We cannot read Fifty Shades again

“We need something transgressive,” Mira said, her eyes sharp. “Something intelligent but wicked. The kind of book that makes you check the lock on your door.”

The book club froze.