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Ash and Ember
eromance eromance Apr 23, 2025

In the kingdom of Elaris, magic was a death sentence. It seeped into the bloodline like poison — seductive, beautiful, but cursed. The mark of the old gods. Those who …

Elevator Pitch
hamed hamed Apr 25, 2025

Jamal hated elevators. Not because he was claustrophobic—no, he just knew too much. Worked IT for a midtown high-rise. He’d seen things: spreadsheet crimes, VPN sins, one guy using Excel …

The Edge of It
eromance eromance Apr 23, 2025

It wasn’t just sex anymore. Ava knew it the morning she woke up craving him like a drug — not just his body, but him. His laugh. The way he …

The Last Peach
hamed hamed Apr 23, 2025

Marjorie always saved the best for last. It was her way — a kind of hope, a promise that the end of the day, or the meal, or the season, …

The Wrong Room
eromance eromance Apr 25, 2025

The hotel hummed with post-wedding laughter. Distant music still pulsed from the ballroom, muffled by floors of carpet and champagne. She leaned against the suite door, barefoot, bouquet wilted in …

Across the Fence
eromance eromance Apr 25, 2025

Martin’s blood still buzzed with adrenaline when he stomped down his driveway, his fists knotted at his sides. The argument with his neighbor, Greg Thompson, had started over a stray …

The Lavender House
hamed hamed Apr 23, 2025

At forty-three, Lena arrived in the town of Thistlebrook with two suitcases, a car that rattled like it had secrets, and the raw ache of starting over. She had left …

Practice Heat
eromance eromance Apr 22, 2025

They hated each other. At least, that’s what everyone on the debate team thought. Harper and Jace — fire and ice, sharp tongues, eye rolls across the table, constant bickering. …

The Fire in Their Eyes
eromance eromance Apr 23, 2025

The desert sun had a way of making you forget things — who you were, where you were going. It burned the thoughts right out of you, leaving nothing but …

Office Hours
eromance eromance Apr 22, 2025

It was supposed to be just another semester. Another lecture. Another forgettable professor. But Professor Hale was anything but forgettable. She was in her late thirties, sharp-eyed and sharper-tongued, with …