Category: Author’s Alley
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Come back to Rowan Grove. Things are getting dangerous.
Some books arrive quietly. This one kicked the door open, scattered herbs across the floor, and set the candles crooked. Witch, Undone is finally here. If you’ve ever held yourself together so tightly that you forgot what freedom felt like, this story was written for you. A tragic little niche, apparently populated by half the…
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Romance Readers Don’t Want Perfect Men—They Want This Instead
There’s a very specific type of man that shows up in romance novels. He’s tall. He’s powerful. He has money, control, emotional intelligence, and just enough trauma to be interesting but not enough to be inconvenient. In other words, he’s perfect. And yet… the books that stay with readers? The ones they obsess over, reread,…
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What Her Body Knew
She had spent thirty-four years at war with her body. Not dramatically, not in the way that made headlines. Quietly. The way women do — the shapewear under the dress, the angles she avoided in photographs, the apologetic way she held herself in rooms, as if she was sorry for the space she took up. She met…
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The First Rule of Grief
The first rule of grief, she had decided, was that everyone in your life eventually ran out of things to say. It was month seven. Her husband had been gone for seven months, and the casseroles had stopped coming, and her friends called less, not because they didn’t care but because they didn’t know how…
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Everything He Didn’t Say
She found out he was in love with her the way you find out about most important things — too late, from someone else, in a room she couldn’t leave. His sister said it at the wedding, casual and slightly wine-loose: “God, Leo’s been in love with you for years. We all thought you knew.”…
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Night Shift
The hospital canteen was empty at 3 a.m. except for the two of them. She was a junior doctor finishing a sixteen-hour shift. He was an orderly who made the best terrible coffee in the building and took no credit for it. “You look done,” he said. “I am extremely done.” She sat down with…
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The Spare Umbrella
It was raining in the particular way of a city that had decided to make a point, and Freya had forgotten hers, and the man under the awning beside her had two. “Spare?” she said, nodding at the second one. He looked down as if he’d forgotten he was holding it. “My sister’s. She left…
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The Lie Indie Authors Keep Believing About “More Books = More Sales”
Somewhere along the way, indie authors collectively decided that the solution to everything was… more books. Not better positioning. Not stronger branding. Not deeper connection with readers. Just… more. More books. More launches. More covers. More “I wrote this in 7 days, look at me go.” And listen, I get it. There’s something incredibly satisfying…
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Why Nobody Buys Your Books (And It’s Not Because They’re Bad)
You wrote the book.You uploaded the book.You even told people about the book. And still… silence. Not dramatic silence. The quiet, polite kind. The kind where people look at your book, maybe even click on it, and then… leave. If you’ve been there, let me save you some time: It’s probably not your writing. I…
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The Power Cut
Welcome to my little Daily Romance corner. I started writing these short love stories as a way to pause for a few minutes each day and remember that life is still full of unexpected sparks — the kind that show up in quiet moments, messy feelings, and the people we never planned to fall for.…
Sonia M. Rompoti, MSc, Bsc 