Once a year, the gate opens—for Aisha and Elior alone. The garden remembers them, and as vines part and figs split, they answer its call with sweat, laughter, and a hunger sharpened by absence. Among trembling leaves and blooming fire, their bodies meet in a ritual of rhythm and release. What begins with a pomegranate becomes worship and undoing. This is no paradise. It’s something wilder—sacred, erotic, and entirely theirs.
Alex thought she had the house to herself for a few hours. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been able to masturbate without the fear that someone might walk in on her, and she was determined to make the most of it. If only people would do what they say they're going to do, especially her fifteen-year-old brother.
Read the exciting conclusion of this trilogy, where Linda, Babe and friends try to save the world from the confused and incompetent Sappers as he attempts to destroy the world!
This is not a stroke story per se. It is a chance encounter, an interlude between a young mother of two and an a older businessman at the Detroit airport. After their flight is delayed - sparks fly between them. How can two people ever be intimate in an airport? This is a romantic tryst and only the reader will find out how they ever got together.