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I’ve been reading Write Till You’re Hard by Guy New York, chasing ways to push my writing further—deeper, dirtier, more daring. One of his challenges? Write a story using only dialogue. No narration. No backstory. Just voices, heat, and desire driving everything forward.
Enter Mel.
She slides into a booth with two strangers and a grin that promises trouble. One drink becomes three bodies, breathless and tangled. Flirtation turns into confession, command, surrender. No exposition. No apology. Just raw chemistry and filthy fun.
Enjoy the sin, and Trouble at Table 3.
Chapter 9 is now posted.
In Chapter 9 Elise falters. The club, once sacred, fractures under noise and eyes she didn’t invite. Her control slips. Panic blooms.
But Rowan doesn’t flinch.
In the quiet of the safe room, he kneels—not to dominate, but to witness. He washes her hands in lavender water. She lets herself be held. Their love, forged in fire, becomes something gentler: a sanctuary. Not spectacle. Not power. Just presence.
This is how devotion breathes.
Chapter 8: The Witness of The Vale of Shadows published today. Rowan and Elise head back to the club, but this time the tables are turned and he submits.
And for an extra treat, Sweet Like Candy To My Soul is a short based on Dave Matthews' song Crash Into Me.
Enjoy!
I love music, especially old blues. This was inspired by Bo Carter's cheeky 1931 number "Banana in Your Fruitbasket".
“I wanna put my banana in your fruit basket,
Just to see what kind of fruit it will bring…”
My story starts "Every Saturday, Julian visits the farmer’s market for peaches..."
Enjoy!
Chapter 7, The Collapse, is now live. Elise stages an exhibition of Rowan's latest work, which is shockingly vandalized on the opening night. It almost breaks him until he and Elise work through it later at the studio.
Enjoy!
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