Category: Author’s Alley
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Hands
She noticed his hands before she noticed him. That wasn’t entirely true — she’d noticed him, obviously, the way you notice a person who fills a room without trying. But what she kept coming back to, afterwards, were his hands. The way he used them when he talked, calm and precise. The way they’d looked,…
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The Commute
He called her on his commute home every Tuesday. Not because anything happened on Tuesdays. Not because of any plan or agreement. Just because Tuesday was the day he’d first called her, three years ago, when they’d been new and finding their rhythm, and it had become a thing without becoming a *thing*. The call…
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In the Garden
He wasn’t a garden person. He’d said so, clearly, at the beginning: *I can keep a cactus alive. That’s my upper limit.* He was someone who lived in his head, who found the pace of growing things disorienting, who could not tell a weed from a herb. And yet. Sylvie looked up from where she…
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7 Romance Books for Readers Who Love Powerful Women
There was a time when romance heroines were often written as people things happened to. Thankfully, those days are fading. Today’s romance readers want women who make decisions, start trouble, save themselves, build businesses, protect families, run kingdoms, lead covens, and occasionally set entire storylines on fire. Power looks different in every book. Sometimes it’s…
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The 2a.m. Rule
They had a rule. It had formed without discussion, the way most real rules do, through repeated practice until it became law. The rule was: you could wake the other person up for the important ones. Not anxieties, exactly — not the three AM spirals that you had to learn to ride out yourself. But…
Sonia M. Rompoti, MSc, Bsc 