Welcoming the Recluse Chapter 23 Mac Sarah Delgado's office was in a converted Victorian on the main street of Monroe, second floor, with a window that looked out over a parking lot and a row of Douglas firs. The waiting room had the usual stuff—magazines nobody...
Chapter 22 Arek I woke up in the warmth of another body pressed against mine. Mac's arm was heavy across my waist, his chest against my back, his breath slow and steady against my neck. His hand rested on my stomach, fingers spread, possessive even in sleep. I lay...
Exclusive Discount Codes! Bundle Three of the Irresistible Omegas special editions is live! This bundle includes: Alpha’s Pride (Book 4) & Beta’s Strength (Book 5) These books follow Bray, Kean, and Ruari—and if you’ve read them, you know why these two books in...
Chapter 21 Mac Arek's hand in mine. A man leading me to a bed. My bed. Nothing complicated about the mechanics of it—one foot, then the other, twelve feet of hallway, a door that was already open. I'd walked through hundreds of doors in my life, thousands, doors...
Welcoming the Recluse Cover Reveal I’ve been waiting to share this with you… and you get to see it first 💕 The cover for Welcoming the Recluse is finally here, and I’m kind of obsessed with how it turned out. It fits the story so well, which you already know if...
Chapter 20 Arek Saturdays came with anticipation since I’d developed the habit of driving up a mountain to see a man I couldn’t stop thinking about. But this Saturday was different, and the difference hummed under my skin like a low-grade electrical current. We’d...
Chapter 19 Mac I'd kissed Arek Jacobson. In his kitchen. With his boys upstairs and his dish towel on the counter and the remains of chicken parmesan on the stove. I'd put my hand on his jaw and my mouth on his mouth and he'd kissed me back with a sound that I was...
Chapter 18 Arek I changed my shirt three times, which spoke volumes. I was a man who grabbed whatever was clean and closest and went about his day without consulting a mirror beyond the basics of shaving and making sure I didn't have toothpaste on my chin. Clothes...
Bonus Chapter Floris Two months into my American adventure, and I'd already noticed changes in myself. Back home, I'd always felt like I was performing—every gesture calculated, every word measured. Here, I could be myself. Even my morning bedhead didn't matter...
Chapter 17 Mac I sat at the kitchen table at six in the morning with coffee I hadn't touched. Outside, the mountain was doing its pre-dawn thing—the creek running loud in the silence, the first birds testing the air, the sky going from black to charcoal gray in...
Chapter 16 Arek I couldn't stop touching my cheekbone. It was Monday morning and I was standing at the bathroom mirror, shaving, and my free hand kept drifting to the spot where Mac's thumb had been. There was nothing there. No paint residue, no mark, no physical...
Hey you 👀 I wanted to pop in with a little something just for my Nora After Dark readers 💕 The White House Men special editions are available to order, and I’m still so proud of how these turned out. These editions are something really special to me, and seeing...