{"id":254562,"date":"2026-07-13T03:38:42","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T00:38:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/blood-on-the-books-kristy-t-dixon\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T03:38:42","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T00:38:42","slug":"blood-on-the-books-kristy-t-dixon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/blood-on-the-books-kristy-t-dixon\/","title":{"rendered":"Blood On The Books – Kristy T Dixon"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u201cDang, man. That was like getting ready for the fireworks, then getting a disappointing fizzle.\u201d Brian didn\u2019t say anything. I agreed with Dirk. It had started so perfect, and then\u2026 fizzled to nothing. 1kitap1.com\/en Chapter 11 rian didn\u2019t come into the library the following morning. I hadn\u2019t seen him at breakfast either. He was just\u2026 gone. I peeked out the window at the mostly empty street. \u201cWhere\u2019s cutie?\u201d Birdie asked. I shrugged. \u201cI\u2019m not sure. He was gone when I woke up.\u201d \u201cDirk told me about your adventures in the woods.<\/p>\n

Too bad you didn\u2019t see anything.\u201d I nodded. \u201cI feel almost 90 percent sure this entire thing is a lie. Avery just made something up to get attention.\u201d \u201cProbably.\u201d \u201cBrian here yet?\u201d Dirk asked, joining us. \u201cNo.\u201d \u201cWeird. He doesn\u2019t seem like the type to disappear. I called him, but it went to voicemail.\u201d I tried to look unbothered, but what if he regretted that kiss so much he\u2019d gone straight back to Kansas?<\/p>\n

I pulled out my phone and called Brenden. \u201cHello? This is Brenden.\u201d \u201cHey, it\u2019s Meg. Have you seen Paisley today?\u201d \u201cNo. I saw Mr. Hooper put her in her carrier this morning.\u201d My heart skipped. \u201cWhat about Copper?\u201d \u201cHe\u2019s here with me.\u201d \u201cThanks.\u201d I hung up. Great. Either the Kings had kidnapped Brian or he\u2019d run home to avoid talking about a kiss. I called his number. Still voicemail. \u201cDirk?\u201d \u201cYeah?\u201d \u201cCan you keep everything running if I leave early?\u201d<\/p>\n

His eyes widened. \u201cYou trust me with that?\u201d \u201cYes.\u201d \u201cCool. Sure.\u201d I nodded and bolted to my car. Was I being logical? Absolutely not. Did I care? Also no. Soon, I was parked outside the Kings\u2019 house. I told myself it was fine. If they\u2019d actually kidnapped Brian, his car would be here. Why would the Kings even think to bother Brian? Still, I knocked. A tall man in a suit answered.<\/p>\n

His gray eyes were sharp and unreadable beneath neatly combed salt-and-pepper hair. A faint crease between his brows gave the impression that nothing ever quite met his standards. \u201cCan I talk to Mr. King?\u201d \u201cHe\u2019s not here!\u201d Ryanne said, pushing past the butler. \u201cHello, Megara. Nash had to go out of town last month. We aren\u2019t sure when he can come back.\u201d Her long, silver-blond hair wasn\u2019t brushed, which seemed out of character for someone usually so composed. Her silvery eyes were unfocused and distant.<\/p>\n

She seemed confused, like her thoughts were wading through molasses. \u201cCan I call him?\u201d I asked. \u201cSorry. He doesn\u2019t have any service.\u201d She frowned and turned to the butler. \u201cCorey? He doesn\u2019t have service, right?\u201d Corey cleared his throat. \u201cHe doesn\u2019t.\u201d His gaze lingered on Ryanne a second too long, expression unreadable but jaw tight. Her lips turned down, and she muttered something. All I could make out was \u201cservice\u201d and \u201clazy.\u201d I was guessing she was drunk. Corey stepped aside, still watching her with that same quiet calculation.<\/p>\n

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No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. Cover by Mariah Sinclair Edited by Jenny Sims 1kitap1.com\/en For Sheila Whyman and Sundee Unsicker 1kitap1.com\/en Contents 1. Chapter 1 2. Chapter 2 3. Chapter 3 4. Chapter 4 5. Chapter 5 6. Chapter 6 7. Chapter 7 8. Chapter 8 9.<\/p>\n

Chapter 9 10. Chapter 10 11. Chapter 11 12. Chapter 12 13. Chapter 13 14. Chapter 14 15. Chapter 15 16. Chapter 16 17. Chapter 17 18. Chapter 18 19. Chapter 19 20. Chapter 20 21. Chapter 21 22. Chapter 22 Special Thanks Also By Kristy Dixon About the Author 1kitap1.com\/en \u201cI Chapter 1 think I pulled a muscle mixing batter,\u201d Birdie groaned, collapsing in a chair behind the checkout desk. \u201cI need a vacation.\u201d I laughed. \u201cAfter one day?\u201d<\/p>\n

She ran a hand over her frizzy brown hair. \u201cOne day? Felt like a hundred.\u201d Brian leaned against the desk. \u201cIt felt long, but it was a success.\u201d \u201cSure was,\u201d Birdie said. \u201cI sold so many desserts! I don\u2019t think I sat once.\u201d I turned to Brian. \u201cHow many people signed up for library cards?\u201d He scratched his chin. \u201cI didn\u2019t count, but it felt like I was signing people up all day.<\/p>\n

Lots of people paid for premium memberships.\u201d I\u2019d worried about the premium memberships. It gave the customer a free muffin a week and allowed them to come in early once a week to check out more books than with the free membership. I didn\u2019t think anyone would pay for it, but it appeared they would. I let out a long, satisfied sigh. The day had been full of the steady buzz of voices, crumb-filled napkins, and a towering stack of new card applications. My library was going to make it.<\/p>\n

I knew opening day would be more successful than other days, but I was pumped. When my brother first bought me this building and told me I needed to make a living from it, I\u2019d been disheartened, but that was then. A smile crept across my face when I thought about all the kids who had run around, eyes shining while they explored. There had been a few lemonade spills, but they had all stayed in the food area. I worried about mixing drinks and books. That could lead to disaster.<\/p>\n

I hadn\u2019t known a cookie could sell a library, but here we were. A bakery in the front, books in the back, and enough community buzz to make me hopeful.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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