The storm clouds had gathered early. Thunder rumbled low over the trees as Jack stepped out onto his porch, wiping his hands on a shop rag. The scent of fresh rain was already in the air. Vivienne and Arielle were…

Vivienne moaned softly beneath him. The fire had long since died down. The room was dim, the scent of pine and sex thick in the air. Outside, the trees swayed in slow, lazy motion. Inside, Jack’s hips rocked into her…

The summer heat In Western Georgia was the kind that didn’t just press against your skin—it crawled down your back, curled into your waistband, and made everything feel a little slower, a little stickier, a little more dangerous. Maddie was…

The sky was overcast. The wind moved through the trees in lazy waves. The scent of cedar, sawdust, and slow-burning pine logs drifted from the chimney. Jack was in the workshop, shirt off, hands dirty, shaping a cedar bench with…

It was the kind of morning that pretended to be innocent. The sun beamed down softly over the manicured streets, kids laughed in the distance from the community park, sprinklers hissed gently over front lawns. Grocery bags rustled. Coffee steamed…