First Time Brats: The Dirty Librarian

By Charlee Cox

It was her first time and she was about to experience something completely unexpected.

Samantha just turned 18. Since her home life is rough and she's just counting down the days until she graduates high school, she finds her solace in searching the stacks at her local library. Lucky for her, there is a brand new librarian in town and Jack is smoking hot. She eyes his firm pecs under his dress shirts while she checks out bodice-ripping romance novels.

One day, the librarian leads to the stacks in the back of the library and shows her a very interesting book, a book that instantly makes her blush crimson. Jack gives her an erotica book about exploring the taboo of...backdoor entrances.

Jack was a dirty, dirty librarian indeed.

The Dirty Librarian is a naughty story about exploring those taboos that you've always thought about but have never done.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Charlee Cox
• Release date: Jan 8, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463914113

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FIRST TIME BRATS: THE DIRTY LIBRARIAN

BY: CHARLEE COX

First Time Brats: The Dirty Librarian

By: Charlee Cox

Copyright © 2016 by Danielle Donaldson writing as Charlee Cox. All rights reserved.

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The smell of books always felt like home to me. It's hard to feel alone when you are surrounded by so many words, the make-believe worlds, the characters in the stories. I walked into the local library and can't help but smile. This was my place, my safe space. Home was a mess and I never knew what I would get when I went there, but in the library, I knew where I stood.

At home, I was always walking on eggshells, Dad had left long ago, but Mom was a mess, always drinking all night and sleeping all day. I was counting down the rest of the summer before I could take off to my first year of college. College was going to be my fresh start.

Hi, honey! Mrs. Broch called out to me as I walked through the automatic front doors. She was an older woman that kept her gray hair pinned back in a tight bun.

Mrs. Broch, I didn't know that you would be here today. I said as I placed my books to return on the desk in front of her.

Oh, you know, the normal volunteer was out today, but that means that I got to have a good look at the new librarian. Mrs. Broch wiggled her eyebrows at me.

How is she? I haven't seen her around yet.

"Oh, honey. He is quite a striking young fellow if I do so myself. Plus, I can look all that I want, he isn't married. I asked." Mrs. Broch's neck and cheeks flushed red.

You saucy minx! I playfully slapped at her hand.

Just taking a look. That's all. But I think you'll like him. He's definitely closer to your age than my own.

Then, it was my turn to blush. I wasn't into boys at school. They all seemed too loud and mean-spirited.

I wrinkled my nose. I'm not boy crazy or anything like that, Mrs. Broch.

I know that, sweetie. I didn't mean anything by it. He's very handsome. Mrs. Broch started logging in my library books. Looking for anything in particular today?

I sighed. Not really. Just need something for escapism. You know, a story that I can fall into and lose myself in.

That sounds lovely. Fantasy? Poetry? Self-Help?

Mrs. Broch knew that I read everything that I could get my hands on. Something, anything to avoid looking at my life at home.

Why don't you try this?

A hardcover book with a hunky looking man wearing a kilt was slid across the desk. My eyes followed the hand that pushed it there up the arm and to the face of a dashing man. The look in his deep blue eyes took my breath away, flipping my stomach around wildly.

Uh.... A noise escaped from my mouth, but I didn't realize what I was saying or that I sounded like such an idiot.

Oh, dear! This is Mr. Andrews. He's our new librarian. Mrs. Broch's voice faded away into the background and all I could hear was the pounding of my heartbeat as blood rushed