Stories from The Cafe at KatSimonsBooks
Cary and Deacon at the Cafe
Even a simple cup of coffee holds Trouble for a magical Protector… Cary has no idea what draws her to the café. Maybe the easily accessible bookstore next door. Or...
Cary and Deacon at the Cafe
Even a simple cup of coffee holds Trouble for a magical Protector… Cary has no idea what draws her to the café. Maybe the easily accessible bookstore next door. Or...
Kassidey at the Cafe
Kassidey didn’t like books. She tried to like books. Everyone liked books, right? What was wrong with books? They had stories. They occupied your brain for hours. They had great...
Kassidey at the Cafe
Kassidey didn’t like books. She tried to like books. Everyone liked books, right? What was wrong with books? They had stories. They occupied your brain for hours. They had great...
Sam and Becky at the Cafe
Sam settled at a table near the window of the small, comfortable café attached to a cozy bookstore, feeling neither comfortable or cozy himself. The cushioned chairs and small wooden...
Sam and Becky at the Cafe
Sam settled at a table near the window of the small, comfortable café attached to a cozy bookstore, feeling neither comfortable or cozy himself. The cushioned chairs and small wooden...
Nina and Boo and Rhys Witherby Too
Nina hurried back and forth between the register and the espresso machine, making coffees and chatting with customers and generally enjoying the buzz of a busy Saturday. Her usual assistant...
Nina and Boo and Rhys Witherby Too
Nina hurried back and forth between the register and the espresso machine, making coffees and chatting with customers and generally enjoying the buzz of a busy Saturday. Her usual assistant...
Jamar at the Cafe
Jamar hadn’t played his guitar in weeks. Maybe months. He couldn’t seem to bring himself to pick it up. There was something about strumming the strings, letting the low vibrations...
Jamar at the Cafe
Jamar hadn’t played his guitar in weeks. Maybe months. He couldn’t seem to bring himself to pick it up. There was something about strumming the strings, letting the low vibrations...
Myra and Christopher at the Cafe
The café’s warm coziness wrapped around Myra the minute she pushed inside, the smell of coffee and pastries with just a background hint of books from the adjoining bookstore a...
Myra and Christopher at the Cafe
The café’s warm coziness wrapped around Myra the minute she pushed inside, the smell of coffee and pastries with just a background hint of books from the adjoining bookstore a...