I have negotiated for three governments and a drowned nation. I have never once negotiated for myself.
Now my council has traded me for a treaty. Eighteen months. One surface marriage. A guarantee of good faith, signed and witnessed and expiring on schedule.
I wrote the contract myself. Separate rooms. Public affection only. Every clause built to keep this from becoming something.
Then he signed all eleven pages without reading a single one.
He's the enforcer of a motorcycle club. He's a foot taller than me, he keeps bees, and he has never in his life had anyone ask him what he wanted.
He stands behind my chair for nine hours and doesn't move. He puts a plate in the oven when I come home at eleven.
And somewhere on page six there's a door I wrote for myself.
What happens when I stop wanting to walk through it?
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Now my council has traded me for a treaty. Eighteen months. One surface marriage. A guarantee of good faith, signed and witnessed and expiring on schedule.
I wrote the contract myself. Separate rooms. Public affection only. Every clause built to keep this from becoming something.
Then he signed all eleven pages without reading a single one.
He's the enforcer of a motorcycle club. He's a foot taller than me, he keeps bees, and he has never in his life had anyone ask him what he wanted.
He stands behind my chair for nine hours and doesn't move. He puts a plate in the oven when I come home at eleven.
And somewhere on page six there's a door I wrote for myself.
What happens when I stop wanting to walk through it?
Genre: Paranormal Romance