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Dog Walks and Autumn Hearts
The first time I saw him, I was chasing Buster through the dog park like a lunatic, my hair escaping its ponytail in wild wisps. Buster, my golden retriever mix, had decided the morning was too be...
When Chaos Brings Us Closer
Leo had imagined a soft, amber-lit kind of evening. He’d pictured a table near the window of *Bistro Lumière*, the one with the view of the square’s fountain, where the light would be gentle on a ...
The Adagio of Rivals and Desire
The practice room was a tomb of sound.
The Hiker's Detour on a Lonely Road
The highway stretched like a black ribbon through the high desert, my Honda's tires humming their monotonous song as I gripped the steering wheel hard enough to leave crescent moons in my palms. T...
Champagne and Forbidden Kisses
The champagne bubbles went straight to my head, or maybe it was just seeing Jackson in that tuxedo that made me dizzy. He leaned against the bar, laughing at something my brother said, the sound c...
The Blueprint of Her Touch
The first time I saw him, he was standing in my demolished kitchen with a tape measure clipped to his belt, looking at the exposed studs like they were telling him secrets. He had that quiet compe...
A Last Call for First Loves
The fluorescent lights of Gate C-7 buzzed like angry bees, and I was already on my third cup of overpriced coffee, waiting for a flight that kept getting pushed further into some mythical future. ...
Trapped in the Dark With My Enemy
The first time I saw him, he was moving a hideous velvet couch into 7B, and it was blocking my door to 7A.
Breaking the Grump, Brewing Passion
The rain streaked the sidewalk in silver diagonals, a constant, dreary percussion against the pavement. Inside The Daily Grind, the world was warm, dry, and smelled of roasted promises.
Blooms and the Man Next Door
The bell above my door chimed, but I didn't look up from the funeral arrangement I was wrestling into submission. White lilies—always white lilies—and they were being stubborn bastards today.
The Man Who Moved the Past
The gravel crunched beneath Elias's boots as he stepped out of his truck, the sound sharp in the late-morning hush. Wisteria Hall rose before him like something from a Brontë novel—three stories o...
Snowbound Desires in a Blizzard's Grasp
The wind howled like a living thing, a furious white beast throwing itself against the panoramic windows of the Timberline Lodge. Inside, the chaos was quieter but just as palpable—a low hum of an...
Midnight Shelves and Steaming Secrets
The rain was a percussion section against the cobblestones of Maple Street, a steady rhythm that had chased away the evening’s customers. Leo watched it from the doorway of his bookstore, *The Las...
The Week We Faked It All
The text message arrived at 2:47 AM on a Tuesday, long after I'd given up on sleep and surrendered to the hypnotic glow of infomercials. *I have a proposition that might interest you.
Skin I've Never Seen Hands That Wrote My Desire
The letter arrived on a Tuesday that tasted like rain. Mara held the envelope between her palms longer than necessary, feeling the slight indentation of his handwriting through the paper—those fam...