He met me on the porch the size of a mountain and told me to leave.
I had a signed contract, a magazine deadline, and nowhere else to go. Marcus "Titan" Ashford had forty acres of silence and zero patience for a photographer he never agreed to rent to.
He was fifteen years older than me. Built like a fortress. The kind of man who'd been alone so long he'd forgotten it was a choice.
The kind of man who carried me out of a creek without hesitation.
The kind who learned the name of every flower on his land just because I knew them.
I came to photograph a meadow for four weeks and leave the way I've left everywhere.
Then he asked me to stay.
What does a woman who's never stopped running do when the silent giant on the porch tells her she's worth standing still for?
Genre: Romantic Suspense
I had a signed contract, a magazine deadline, and nowhere else to go. Marcus "Titan" Ashford had forty acres of silence and zero patience for a photographer he never agreed to rent to.
He was fifteen years older than me. Built like a fortress. The kind of man who'd been alone so long he'd forgotten it was a choice.
The kind of man who carried me out of a creek without hesitation.
The kind who learned the name of every flower on his land just because I knew them.
I came to photograph a meadow for four weeks and leave the way I've left everywhere.
Then he asked me to stay.
What does a woman who's never stopped running do when the silent giant on the porch tells her she's worth standing still for?
Genre: Romantic Suspense