The water had gone still again. The moon had climbed high. And Maddie, still floating lazily in the warm pool, had long since accepted that whoever had been watching her…
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The sun was slipping beneath the horizon when Maddie finally emerged from her bedroom. She stood at the top of the grand staircase in a dress that shimmered like liquid…
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The air was thick with the scent of pine, smoke, and sweat. The firepit in the clearing behind the old Elk Ridge Tavern roared tall, crackling and spitting embers into…
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The morning sun spilled through the gauzy curtains of the Hartleys’ guest bedroom, catching in Maddie’s tousled blonde hair as she stretched languidly in bed. Her body still thrummed with…
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The sun had painted the sky with fiery hues of orange and pink, signaling the end of another sweltering day in the rural countryside. The cornfield, a sea of golden…
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They say the forest holds magic. I say—I do. When I told him to follow me into the woods, I wasn’t inviting him on a hike. I was summoning him.…
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There’s something about the way heat clings to a woman who’s risen from fire and filth. Something savage. Something sacred. I didn’t walk out of the woods that night, sugar.…
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The house was quiet again. Still. After the charged, almost dangerous heat in the kitchen, it was hard to believe the moment had even happened. But Maddie felt it — in her…
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It had been three days since Jack’s last visitor—a freshly divorced art teacher who’d barely made it out of his bed before crawling back in for “one more round.” Jack…
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The sound of an axe echoed through the trees—steady, rhythmic, powerful. Jack Johnson stood shirtless in the clearing behind his log cabin, muscles glistening with sweat, the sun catching the…
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The sun was just starting to dip low over the Texas plains, throwing gold across the fields and the white picket fences that lined the Demeter ranch. Maddie leaned against…
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The sun hung low over the vast North Texas plains, casting golden light across fields that stretched endlessly, broken only by the occasional oak and weather-worn fence. The air was…
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I swear I wasn’t trying to be seen. Okay… maybe just a little. It was early, maybe 7:30, and the spring sun had just started heating up my garden. I’d…
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The forest was thick with the scent of pine and fresh-cut wood, but nothing smelled better than him. Maddie watched from the shadows, heart pounding as she took in the…
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The steady rhythm of Jack’s axe against the thick pine was hypnotic, each powerful swing sending wood splintering as sweat glistened on his rugged, muscled frame. The wilderness had always…
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The rhythm of my feet on the packed earth was a steady drumbeat against the symphony of the woods. Sunlight dappled through the canopy, painting shifting patterns on the trail…
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The air was crisp and clean, scented with pine and damp earth. John, a man built for the outdoors, muscles honed from years of hiking and climbing, breathed deeply, savoring…
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I just love a good southern barn fuckin! Ain't nothin' better than the smell of animals, sweat, hay, and several horny cowboys!
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