Author: Sonia M. Rompoti
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6 Low-Key Sexy Books to Read During the School Pickup Line
Hot enough to improve car line. Innocent enough that you won’t have to explain the cover to another mum. September means back to school, which means something very exciting happens to parents everywhere: we spend an absolutely ridiculous amount of our lives waiting in the car. Ten minutes until pickup. Twenty minutes outside ballet. Somehow…
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The Soft Landing
She panicked on planes. Had since a bad turbulence experience in her twenties, a fear that hadn’t faded with time the way she’d assumed it eventually would. Outi had been embarrassed about it for years, apologizing reflexively to every seatmate, every partner, every person unlucky enough to fly beside her during a rough patch of…
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Low-Energy Witchcraft Is Still Witchcraft: What to Do When Your Brain Says Magic and Your Body Says Absolutely Not
Because apparently the universe forgot to include unlimited spoons with our witch starter pack. Okay, come sit with me for a minute, because we need to discuss one of my least favourite myths about witchcraft: that you need to be actively doing something impressive for your practice to count. You know the aesthetic. Candles everywhere.…
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The Long Game
They’d been best friends for eleven years before anything romantic happened, a fact that still occasionally made people laugh in disbelief when they heard it. “Eleven years,” people would say. “How did neither of you notice?” The truth, Joaquín had come to understand, was more complicated than not noticing. He’d noticed plenty, for years, and…
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Books Like ACOTAR for When You Need Magic, Romance and Men Who Are Clearly a Terrible Idea
Because finishing ACOTAR does not mean you’re suddenly ready to date fictional men with healthy communication skills. Hey bestie, let me tell you what I found while searching for books to fill the ACOTAR-shaped hole in our lives: we’re asking the wrong question. We keep searching “books like ACOTAR”, but what exactly does that mean?…
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Chapter iii. The Oath He Buried
Nesta didn’t move from the doorway. “Explain,” she said. “No deflecting. No heroic silence. What did you promise?” Cassian’s wings had gone rigid against his back, the way they did before a fight he didn’t want. On his inner forearm, the scar she’d traced a hundred times without asking about, the one she’d assumed belonged…
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The Translator
He couldn’t read her moods from her face — a quirk of his own neurology he’d explained to her early on, matter-of-fact, no apology in it. Years of practice had taught him to compensate in other ways, mostly by listening more carefully than most people bothered to. “I won’t always catch it if you’re upset…
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The Late Bloomer
He’d been married before, briefly, decades ago, to someone wrong for him in ways that had taken years to fully understand. By the time he met Annika he was fifty-three, settled into a life he’d assumed was its final shape, no longer expecting anything to rearrange itself. It rearranged itself anyway. “I wasn’t looking,” he…
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Books That Feel Like Autumn: Cozy, Witchy, Romantic and Just a Little Unhinged
Because apparently the temperature drops three degrees and suddenly we require witches, yearning and a suspicious amount of cinnamon. Hey bestie, let me tell you what I discovered while building my autumn reading pile: I don’t actually want books that are set in autumn. I want books that feel like autumn. There’s a difference. Give…
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The Understudy’s Understudy
She knew his coffee order before she knew his last name. It was a small, accidental intimacy — she worked the counter at the café he stopped at every morning, and for three months he’d been “oat milk flat white, extra hot” before he was anything else. He’d asked her out the day she got…
