Romance Novels & Short Stories
Dark City, Bright Love
Two Strangers in a Dirty, Sinful City Where Vice & Crime Are The Only Escape
In the grimy and corrupted streets of a city consumed by vice and crime, two strangers find themselves navigating their way around greedy and sinful people, desperately searching for an escape and finding it in each other.
Teasers:
“As Lorcan drove towards his destination, he couldn’t help but reflect on how the city’s decay mirrored his own. The place he called home had become a cesspool of corruption and moral rot, a reflection of the darkness festering within him. And yet, despite it all, the desperate hope that he could claw his way out of this hell still burned within him. Sometimes.”
More Teasers:
“She was a living contradiction, her beauty a radiant oasis in this desert of decay. Her long, blonde hair framed a face that could make angels weep, and her slim figure seemed sculpted from the shadows themselves. As she approached his car, her legs moved with a grace that made his heart stutter.”
“As it’s often the case in a tropical place, late day rain appeared out of nowhere. The city’s neon lights flickered through the rain-slicked windows, casting fragmented shadows in Lorcan’s car. He adjusted the rearview mirror, trying to focus on the road ahead, but his gaze kept straying to the captivating blonde in the back seat.”
“In the midst of the chaos, Vera found solace in the simple routines of her life. Her job at the retail store, while far from glamorous, provided a sense of stability amidst the tempest of existence. The daily grind of folding clothes, ringing up purchases, and soothing irate customers was an anchor that tethered her to reality—a reminder that amidst the mire of the city, there was still some semblance of order.”
And a few more teasers…
“‘New store layout,’ Joe explained, pointing at the screen. ‘T-shirts are moving.’ His hand brushed against Vera’s bare leg, the touch both predatory and possessive. She clenched her jaw, trying not to flinch as she focused on the display changes on the monitor.”
“Vera pulled herself up from the couch and peeled off her sweat-soaked uniform, the damp fabric clinging to her skin like a second layer. She draped it over a chair and threw a towel over her shoulder, feeling the hot air press against her exposed flesh. In the oppressive heat of her apartment, clothing was an unnecessary burden.”
“As the city outside continued its relentless rhythm, the hard-to-deal-with humidity seemed to be the only thing willing to hug and caress her. The sirens wailed and the horns blared. Vera knew that tomorrow would come, bringing more heat, more shattered glass, and more broken promises.”
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