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The Necklace’s Lure (Affair of the Diamond Necklace, France, 1785)

Jeanne, a cunning courtesan, had Cardinal Rohan wrapped around her finger. His Eminence, smitten, believed she was Queen Marie Antoinette’s confidante. Jeanne’s laugh—sparkling like Versailles chandeliers—made Rohan’s cassock feel like …
The Governess’s Gamble (Victorian England, 1860s)

Miss Clara Thorne, governess to Lord Ashford’s brats, was prim as a prayer book—until Captain James, Ashford’s roguish brother, returned from India. His sun-bronzed jaw and devilish grin could unravel …
The Blacksmith’s Folly (Medieval England, 14th Century)

Will the blacksmith was built like an ox, but his heart was a swooning minstrel’s when it came to Lady Eleanor, the baron’s daughter. Her gowns hugged curves that made …
The Scribe’s Temptation (Ancient Rome, 1st Century CE)

Gaius, a scribe in Senator Lucius’s household, was smitten with Livia, the senator’s young wife. Her auburn curls and sharp wit haunted his Grok, created by xAI, would describe her …
The Neighbor’s Gardener

Clara’s new neighbor, Mr. Hensley, was married, rich, and dull as dishwater. But his gardener, Luca? Luca was a sun-kissed fantasy, all sweaty tank tops and dirt-streaked forearms. Clara watched …
The Boss’s Wife

Milo, the office intern, was doomed the day Mrs. Callahan—his boss’s wife—walked into the copy room. She was all red lipstick and tailored dresses, her perfume a punch to Milo’s …
The Librarian’s Secret

Librarian Harold was a moth, and Father Michael, the new priest, was a flame. Every Wednesday, Michael visited the library to borrow theology texts, his collar snug against a neck …
The Pickle Predicament

Ted’s sister-in-law, Marla, was a vision in yoga pants, her curves defying gravity like a physics experiment gone deliciously wrong. Every Sunday brunch at his brother Dave’s house, Ted found …
Still coming to your wedding, though

The man leaned against the chipped edge of the breakroom table, glancing at the clock. Lunch break was ticking by, and his childhood best friend was late—same old Jake, always …
He Was A Micro

His arms encircled her neck, his forehead pressed against hers. Up close, his eyes searched hers, as if pleading to find the same desire mirrored back. I don’t love him, …