Welcome to P&B Gifts with Spice!

Once upon a time (okay, like 10 years ago), I fell headfirst into the smutverse—because honestly, real life just didn’t have enough shirtless billionaires, emotionally unavailable single dads, or anatomically-suspect tentacle situations. Like many of you, I began my spicy book journey in full stealth mode. I hid my Kindle behind innocent covers. I pretended to be reading something wholesome like True Crime—when really, it was Fictional Crime... featuring rope play and a morally gray assassin named Blade. I even busted out a brown paper bag to DIY a book cover. Because nothing screams “grown adult” like hiding your filth with kindergarten crafts. Then one day, I had a revelation: I’m too old, too tired, and way too invested in the “one-bed-only” trope to keep hiding this part of myself. I needed freedom. I needed joy. I needed to scream from the rooftops (or at least whisper-shout in a group chat) about something that gives me life, laughter, and a break from capitalism: smut. Glorious, trope-packed, plot-optional smut.


So, I finally came clean to a few friends… and plot twist—they were all as thirst-following men who say "I don’t do relationships"—and then fall hard in chapter 19 as I was. The kind of friends who can sense a third-act breakup coming from 20 chapters away, and live for a good "she falls first, but he falls harder" moment.


We didn’t just bond—we formed an unholy sisterhood of spice. We cried over cinnamon rolls. We thirsted over tattooed mechanics. We lost sleep over billionaires who communicate exclusively in growls and forehead kisses. Our group chat? 80% book recs, 10% spicy memes, and 10% yelling “WHY DID THIS GRUMPY BARTENDER MAKE ME BLUSH??” at 2 a.m.

Honestly? Smut didn’t just set me free—it handed me coffee, a Kindle, and a whole damn community. And yeah, it’s still cheaper than therapy… if you ignore the suspicious number of one-click Kindle purchases on my credit card.

So I did what any slightly unhinged, book-obsessed perv with a dream and a need for community would do: I went searching for more of us—the readers who light up at the words “knife kink,” get emotionally attached to morally questionable love interests, and know that “good girl” isn’t just a compliment—it’s a personality trait.
And guess what? I found you.


A glorious, chaotic, brilliant community of kink-positive, plot-hungry, trope-thirsty weirdos who love love, crave spice, and aren’t afraid to scream about a solid third act breakup and believe in happily-ever-afters (with a little H-E-double-hockey-sticks along the way).
And just like that, the smut floodgates opened—and so did my desire to create something fun, bold, and unapologetically spicy for readers like us.

Enter: P&B Gifts with Spice.

A shop created by a smut reader, for smut readers. Because if we’re out here devouring books with possessive alphas, and primal praise kings, we deserve cute tumblers and spicy stickers to match.
Here you’ll find all the cozy, chaotic, NSFW-inspired goodies your book-loving heart could possibly desire.
So welcome, babe.
You’ve found your people.

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Laugh out loud.

And never—ever—be ashamed of the books that set your soul (and loins) on fire.

I’m Shelley—proud smut reader, spicy merch queen, distributor of vibes and inappropriate bookmarks, and your new favorite enabler.
I’m so damn glad you’re here.
Let’s get Spicy