new adult - Stories

Nineteen, not out, and secretly into the guy who took the only open seat in his astronomy lab. The hottest guy he's ever met. Older, unbothered, straight as far as Cole can tell. A slow-burn, first-time story told across one semester, intrusive thoughts included. He kept saying I owe you one. Neither of them knew where it would lead. Fifteen chapters. The complete story.

Eighteen-year-old neurodivergent graphic design student Arun likes his world orderly, predictable and comfortably quiet. University life pushes him beyond his usual routines - a loud new roommate, educational challenges and a residential dormitory full of people who seem to understand social rules he can only approximate.

His refuge is the university library, where he can work on assignments and freelance illustrations without anybody demanding his attention... or maybe he could consider an exception for the handsome stranger at the neighbouring desk.

Noah Montgomery turned his grief into a phenomenon.

Years after losing the man he loved, Noah writes a bestselling novel inspired by their story.

But while traveling across the country on a sold-out book tour, Noah catches sight of someone impossible.

Matthew.

Alive.

The man Noah buried years ago is standing right in front of him. Only Matthew doesn't remember who he is.

Told across dual timelines, is an emotional, aching queer romance about first love, grief, fate, and the devastating question:

What happens when your soulmate can no longer remember your love story?

Two high school enemies—a lanky anxious nerd and a brooding bully—end up stuck together working the closing shift at a dead-end grocery store. As summer bleeds away and college looms, they discover the social hierarchy means nothing when you're both scraping gum off linoleum. But when a rainstorm strands them at the bully's rundown apartment, Chad discovers Jake's deepest secret: he's a massive closet geek with a decade of hidden longing. What starts as reluctant friendship becomes something far more complicated—and far more real—than either expected.

My dearest Sir or Madam – Good society is not exempt from the ubiquitous underbelly of forks and cakes, though I confess I never expected to be so entirely undone by it. Nor by Oliver Fitzgibbon. Fair Oliver! Two years my senior and newly come to town – handsome, observant and possessed, I think, of the same gentle temper as myself. Yet in a world that demands discretion, I fear my admiration may prove a dangerous indulgence. With best wishes, I remain, &c., &c. – Timothy.

A forbidden, slow-burn wedding saga about a mouthy younger brother and the man he was never supposed to want.