“Welcome to Oakhaven, Detective. Try not to let our quiet charm bore you to death.”

Rhys Kincaid, a cynical city detective exiled to a town draped in mist and polite whispers, snorted. “Quaintness doesn’t usually hide dead bodies, Officer Vance. And I prefer my cases with a little less smiles” His new partner, Officer Elara Vance, was all sharp wit and disarming smiles, a local golden girl he immediately found infuriatingly charming. Their clashes ignited a dangerous game, a verbal sparring that crackled with undeniable, potent desire. 

Grisly murders, each bearing a chilling mark—a severed branch, plunged Oakhaven into terror. The victims? Prominent figures from its oldest families, hinting at a buried past and an ancient, vengeful justice. As they chased elusive shadows, the pressure of the case stripped away their defenses, charged glances evolving into something raw and consuming.

“You want to solve this, Elara? Show me how deep Oakhaven’s darkness goes.” Rhys’s voice was a low growl one night, his hands already finding hers.

He’d seen the hunger in her eyes, a reflection of his own. In the quiet of his isolated cottage, the metal glinted, cool against her skin as he expertly bound her wrists with her own handcuffs, a silent challenge in his gaze. 

"Spread your legs."

Her breath hitched, a delicious gasp escaping her lips as his fingers slid her panties aside using this thumb to circle her clit , her eyes burning with a dangerous, reciprocal desire. 

He’s on the verge of unmasking the killer, believing it’s Father Thomas or a shadowy force seeking retribution for forgotten sins. But as love blooms amidst the bloodshed, and his reputation hangs in the balance of the deepest secret.

Who is the hunter, and who is the hunted, when desire becomes the deadliest trap of all?

Lust Under Interrogation

The weight of the two murders, Elias Thorne and Agnes Caldwell, pressed down on Oakhaven, a palpable force in the perpetually misty air. The town, usually so adept at polite evasion, now huddled in a cloak of fear and unspoken secrets. Rhys felt the pressure mounting, a familiar thrum of urgency in ...

The Weight of Mist and Memory

The Fire Behind the Charm

The Severed Mark

 Under the Oakhaven Gaze

 The Unseen Threads

A Silence That Screams 

The Perilous Echo and the Unspoken Promise

A Taste of the Unfamiliar

The Sharpening Edge

The Reckless Claim

The Scars We Choose

 A Third Branch Falls

A Whisper of Imperfection

The Unraveling

The Breaking Point

The Unbreakable Bond

The Weight of Unspoken Truths

The Ache of Distance