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350 pages, Paperback
First published March 3, 2022










”Begonia. I’m Begonia. Oh my god. I had your brother’s posters all over my wall when I was a teenager.”
My eyelid twitches. Begonia? If that’s her real name, I’ll eat my left shoe. “Begonia who?”
“Oh, are we doing knock-knock jokes?”
The way he’s teasing and licking and nipping at my neck is driving me wild, and I finally give up and yank, sending his buttons flying. He chuckles into the crook of my neck as his thick, heavy length pulses against me. “Just when I thought you couldn’t possibly get any more attractive, bluebell…”
“Want me to do the same to your pants?”
“Yes.”
“Are you adding this to my bill?”
“Payable in sexual favors. Where is that sweet nipple I found yesterday? I miss it. Ah. Here it is.”
”Are his nipples even?”
“Will you never quit mocking my poor high school boyfriend and his crooked nipples? That’s how his body was made, Hy. Knock it off.”
His breath whooshes out like he’s been holding it for weeks, and then he’s kissing my neck, sending delicious shivers dancing across my skin. “You are my universe, Begonia. My entire world.”

“What do you get out of it?” I ask. “I know what I got out of today. I know what your students get out of an easy class, and even out of learning to enjoy some form of art. What do you, Begonia Fairchild, get out of doing so much for everyone else?”
“Joy,” she says quietly. “I get joy out of knowing I’ve brightened the world by brightening someone’s world.”
I’ve spent my life serving my family in one way or another. And I know Razzle Dazzle’s entire mission is to entertain people, and thus to also spread their own kind of joy. But I don’t get it. I don’t understand how so much giving can be anything but a drain. “Who makes your world better?”