A glass of water in one hand, wetting her parched throat, and a book in the other. Her throat dried not because she saw something completely shocking in the book but because, just like the story, it lacked everything, no moisture like the desert.
It was past eight, Becca laid in her room, on her bed, reading. It was what she usually did right before going to sleep, reading. The only problem here was the book she was reading, the torture she had to endure in the name of being a good friend. Somehow, Navaya managed to cajole Becca into reading the fairy smut book. Becca wasn't sure how or when she agreed to it but she did, despite all her brain cells keening at her not to, and boy, was that one heck of a decision.
So the question here is; was the book worth the hype? No, it wasn't and that was one of the reasons why Navaya, other than being the vice president, was also the head of the marketing department. That woman could make anything sound good.