This is chapter two of a handwritten book in progress. Be sure you have read Chapter 1: https://www.noraphoenix.com/2025/08/20/a-very-special-first-chapter/ You can download and read chapter two of WIP-Dirty Angel (Vicki's working title, haha!) from Bookfunnel with...
Every now and then, I like to write by hand. I can’t explain it in a scientific way, but my experience is that it uses my brain differently than when I write. I slow down, have more time to think about the words. Especially when I’m tired or experiencing some mild...
Exciting Changes Coming to Nora After Dark Hint: you’ll get even more for the same price! I’ve decided to make some changes to Nora After Dark, my subscription platform that’s kinda like Patreon (except I run it through my own website so the prude censorship...
If you are on any bookish side of social medias, you have seen screen shots of videos or memes with a scenario typed out. Similar to this: Talk about a plot bunny! Anyway, I thought we could have some fun with Nora After Dark. Drop a scenario and I'll write a...
I misspoke for the last chapter. I sincerely apologize. The eBooks will be sent out the 25th (earlier if they are set up). Vicki B. Six Months Later - Calloway Fraser asked me to marry him on a rainy spring day in April, and I immediately said yes, then promptly...
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Calloway We woke late on Christmas morning—not late by most people’s standards, but ten past eight was nearly decadent for the two of us. Morning light pressed softly against the edges of the curtains, pale and diffused, like it, too, had decided to sleep in. I lay...
Fraser The world stopped for a breath. Calloway’s eyes were wide and steady, full of fear and certainty all at once. Like the words had surprised even him by tumbling out, but he had no intention of taking them back. "I love you." He’d said it softly. No grand...
Calloway It had been a week since the phone call with my mother, and something in me had settled. Not everything, of course. There were still moments where the echo of her voice tried to creep back in, offering doubts in the form of concern, clinging like the last...
Fraser The first snow of winter arrived two weeks later, transforming Forestville into something out of a Christmas card. Fat flakes drifted past the kitchen window as I nursed my second cup of coffee, watching the world turn white and quiet. My leg ached with the...
Calloway The day after Thanksgiving, Forestville had returned to its familiar quiet. A delicate frost coated the streets, making the sidewalks glisten and the windows fog over just enough to lend a cozy feel to the inside world. I spent the morning tucked away in...
Fraser Thanksgiving morning dawned cold and bright, the kind of day that felt like frost, family time, and football. Inside the Sunshine Corner, it was warm with the scent of turkey, roasting vegetables, and fresh bread. Ennio Frant, the owner and chef, had opened...