I had a Mel in school. HATED her when we first met, by the end of school we were really close. We were the only two that knew what it was really like to live on our own.
Alistair Merrick, the black hole that drained the life out of his children, forged Tarquin into a monster, and sits like a fat spider in a web of corruption and greed. Tarquin was bad, yes, but Tarquin was ultimately a fool. Alistair is a combination of his sons. Tarquin's Charisma, Oliver's business acqumen, and Orel's intelligence. And he is no fool
Chapter 14: The Feudal Map
The Brockville police station parking lot was a sea of cracked asphalt and faded yellow lines, the kind of place where dreams of order went to die slowly under the weight of winter salt and summer heat. Bobby McCormick sat in his black F-150, the engine off, the cab already growing cold despite the weak October sun struggling through the haze. He'd been here for forty-seven minutes. He knew because he'd been watching the clock on the dash tick over, o
Will thinks he is the master of his domain, controlling the Scarborough townhouse and his HR department with perfect precision. Meanwhile, his ex-boyfriend and his teenage ward are literally running a black-market exchange of his wardrobe right under his nose, and he has absolutely no idea. It reinforces his obliviousness to the messy emotional realities happening in his own home.
So true though. I remember a guy I was dating, great guy, checked all the boxes. Sweet, kind, and sexy... but one kiss and I knew. Shame, but it is what it is.
Make him blonde and you've probably got Peter on your hand. I've seen him act in a few things, and he has a really great range. And an ability to make what others think of as soft, steel.
This book is very much Bobby Grady and Timmy McCormick's story, thus why they get the header photo.
Also:
jack would like to remind you all who the real star is.
**Chapter 2: Shadow on the Snow**
Merrickville, Ontario. Late January, 1885.
The siege did not begin with a cannon shot. It began with the slow, grinding erosion of the familiar.
Winter in the Ottawa Valley had always been a physical adversary, a brute force of wind and ice that demanded respect. But this year, the cold felt weaponized. It didn't just freeze water; it froze hope. The snow piled up against the clapboard siding of the town like the earthworks of an investing army,
Chapter 1: The Coldest Morning
1885
Merrickville, Ontario. January 1885.
The cold in the Ottawa Valley didn’t just sit on the skin; it hunted. It was a predatory thing, a physical weight that pressed against the chest and tested the seams of the world, seeking out the weakness in a timber joint, a wool coat, or a man’s resolve. It didn't howl; it whispered, a low, sibilant threat of entropy and stasis.
Elias Sawyer stood at the absolute edge of his world, where the cle
Elias Sawyer and Theo Harding attempting to build a life in Merrickville, Ontario, three years after the events of Buckshot. Their peace is threatened when the Canadian Pacific Railway, led by ruthless agents Brant McCulloch and Valance, attempts to seize their land for a new rail line.