A Sole Directive

Let yourself be wanted.​

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In the high desert town of Ocotillo Bend, nights end at The Untapped Maiden, a bar where karaoke mixes with kink, pool leagues turn flirty, and one truth keeps the lights on: consent is the hottest house rule, especially when devotion starts from the soles up.

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Book Two: A Sole Directive 

Hannah has a reputation at The Untapped Maiden. She pours stiff drinks, keeps her eyeliner sharp, and uses sarcasm like a pro:  efficient, practiced, and just a little mean when people get too close. Losing her husband taught her one thing for sure,  softness is dangerous.

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Mark is a regular with a gruff mouth and a steady presence, the kind of man who steps in when someone crosses a line, then pretends it is no big deal. He is not here to rescue Hannah. He is here to see her. Really see her. The tiredness behind the jokes. The way she flinches from pity. The way her body still remembers how to be touched, even if her heart would rather keep the door locked.

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One late shift becomes an honest conversation. One careful invitation becomes a romance. And Hannah discovers there are ways to be held that do not take anything from her, worship that asks permission, sensation that feels like laughter instead of fear.

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Feet, feathers, and a slow unraveling, with a real touch of healing.

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