Romance

The cold stone beneath Iris's bare feet tasted of copper and time as she knelt to touch the burned-out hearth, and when her fingertips fo...

The lighthouse keeper's daughter played violin like she was burning down the only thing keeping her alive, and when Ronan found the coded...

The uranium-235 sample wasn't what I came to the bunker for, but losing it meant losing him—the only person who'd ever mapped the dead la...

The encrypted message tastes like copper on her tongue as she reads it, but it's the tremor in her hands—calloused from a thousand stick ...

The salt-roughened wool of his sweater catches under her fingernails as she grabs him to steady herself on the lighthouse stairs, and she...