The Echo of Our Mistakes
Eight years after one night, their son is the ransom for a empire’s war. A Debt Written in Ink The rain had stopped, but Seattle still smelled wet—concrete and exhaust and the faint, sweet rot of discarded fruit from the…
Category YA & LGBTQ+ Romance
The Holloway Promise
Seven years ago, I gave you up. Now I’ll risk everything to keep you safe. The Stranger in the Rain The rain came down in sheets across Port Blakely, a grim curtain of salt and sky that turned the midday…
The Secrets We Sheltered
One night, seven years ago. Now a child holds the key to their future. The Ghost of Summer The lunch rush had carved the coffee shop into a battlefield of empty plates and soiled napkins, and Freya Waverly was losing.…
The Silence Between Heartbeats
One seven-year-old secret. Two broken pasts. The Whitmores will burn it all to keep them apart. The Stranger at the Coffee Cart The coffee cart sat on the corner of Sixth and Walnut, its striped umbrella snapping in the September…
The Lines We Drew
A six-year secret. One CEO’s relentless hunt. And a family they’ll kill to protect. The Corner Booth The rain had been falling for three hours, a steady gray curtain that turned the afternoon light to dusk before its time. Lyra…
The Secret Between Our Hearts
Six years ago, one night changed everything. Now the truth is back to claim them. The Ghost at the Corner Table The rain had stopped an hour ago, but the windows of Café Marché still wept with condensation, blurring the…
The Boy Between Our Hearts
One secret night. One son. One last chance to rewrite their story. The Photograph The photograph arrived in a plain manila envelope, no return address, delivered by courier to Caden Crane’s office on the thirty-seventh floor of the Meridian Tower…
The Distance Between Us
Eight years ago, a night of first love. Today, a son he never knew existed. The Last Place I’d Look The rain had stopped an hour ago, but the air still carried that metallic dampness that clung to window glass…
The Weight of Eight Years
One night. One secret. One son she couldn’t hide forever. The Boy Who Knew Too Much The coffee shop on Barclay Street had a name that sounded like a verb—Drip—and Cassidy Ashford had chosen it for the sightlines. Two exits.…
The Gravity of Us
Eight years ago, I lost him. Tonight, he walked into my café holding our son’s hand. The Coffee That Changed Everything The Bent Bean sat wedged between a vape shop and a shuttered laundromat, its windows fogged from the steam…