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The air in Harmony Creek always tasted of secrets, but tonight, Elara could almost taste the forbidden on her lips. She’d only been in this sleepy town for a few months, drawn by its rustic charm, but the real magnet was the simmering tension between her and the town’s most prominent bachelors: Sheriff Brody Blackwood…

Cassandra’s breath hitched the moment Jed’s calloused fingers brushed her bare arm, a spark igniting a flame she’d sworn she’d never feel in this God-fearing town. Havenwood was a cage of whispers and judgment, but Jedediah Thorne, with his sun-kissed skin, rugged hands, and eyes that promised delicious sin, was her key. Tonight, under the…

The humid Havenwood night clung to Clara’s skin, a fitting mirror to the stifling heat that had been building between her and Thomas, despite the whispered rumors of his wife, Eleanor. She slipped through the back door of his secluded study, the scent of aged leather and his familiar musk intoxicating her even before she…

The humid Havenwood night clung to Clara’s skin, a fitting mirror to the stifling heat that had been building between her and Thomas, despite the whispered rumors of his wife, Eleanor. She slipped through the back door of his secluded study, the scent of aged leather and his familiar musk intoxicating her even before she…

Her pulse quickened, a tremor of illicit anticipation tracing paths under her skin as Elara slipped into the moon-drenched shadows of the old mill. The air inside was thick with the scent of damp earth and something else, something primal and exciting that made her core clench. She wasn’t alone. A low chuckle rumbled from…

Her pulse quickened, a tremor of illicit anticipation tracing paths under her skin as Elara slipped into the moon-drenched shadows of the old mill. The air inside was thick with the scent of damp earth and something else, something primal and exciting that made her core clench. She wasn’t alone. A low chuckle rumbled from…

The oppressive quiet of Blackwood Creek always masked a deeper hunger, a simmering heat just beneath the polite smiles and judgmental gazes. Elara felt it pulsing in her veins tonight, a wild, restless thrum that demanded release. She adjusted the delicate lace of her slip, gazing at her reflection in the chipped mirror of the…