Maddie barely slept. After Lucien left her curled in the furs of the greenhouse, after his final kiss…
Maddie couldn’t stop thinking about it. The greenhouse. The warm, wet air. The press of moss and candlelight….
The air was thick with the scent of pine, smoke, and sweat. The firepit in the clearing behind…
The morning sun spilled through the gauzy curtains of the Hartleys’ guest bedroom, catching in Maddie’s tousled blonde…
The late-afternoon sun filtered in through the dusty windows of the general store, casting golden streaks over the…