Hartwell always looked like a promise from the outside - warm lights, polished stone, and the kind of evening where everyone pretends they're exactly where they're meant to be.
On a summer evening in Paris, Elise Moreau falls in love with Thomas Calloway quietly, completely, in the way she has never allowed herself to fall before.
The night the harbor breathed in, it did so like a promise - salt on the wind, lanterns trembling along the docks, and a door in Mara's life opening with every step she didn't mean to take.
When Axl sees his old college crush at a holiday party, he is surprised to find out the guy not only remembers his name, he remembers hanging out with Axl years ago.
From enchanted forests to snow-capped mountains, from the dazzling world of movie sets to quiet city streets in the rain, the stories in this anthology by best-selling MM author Iyana Jenna explore love, longing, and second chances in all their tender, magical, and deeply human forms.
In a rundown London flat, second-year students Jason and Adam navigate the messy thrill of university life, their mornings filled with burnt toast and filthy banter about their latest conquests.
Manus, un Guardiano Furtivo, ha il compito di impedire alla figlia di un'emissaria assassinata di indagare sulla morte della madre, per evitare che scopra l'esistenza dei demoni e dei Guardiani Furtivi.
When Emily Harper returns to her grandmother's cottage, she discovers a forgotten chest filled with letters—tender words of love exchanged between two souls long ago.
Pyrrhos finds the Astral Elf Nyx caught in one of his nets while out hunting, but soon realizes that he caught more than he bargained for, he caught her heart, as she caught his.
Prologue: The Tapestry of Fate In a realm where the threads of time and magic intertwine, there exists a tapestry of infinite complexity, woven by the hands of fate itself.
In an elegant bar named Muse On Madison, Natalie, a good-looking woman in her late twenties, sits perched on a bar stool waiting to meet a stranger, an arranged blind-date.
Before there were names—father, mother, daughter, son—there was only the breath of love,spiraling through the soul's orchard,weaving us into each other like wind through wheat.
