Romance
The Velvet Hour
They had agreed on nothing more than one evening. But the way she poured the wine suggested she had already negotiated with herself for a great deal more.
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The Art of Negotiation
He kept a laminated card in his jacket. Not a business card — something more specific. She had never been handed anything that made her mouth go dry quite so efficiently.
Literary
Cartography of the Body
She had traveled extensively and yet somehow never mapped anything as precisely as the geography his fingers traced across her shoulder blade on a Tuesday morning.
Sci-Fi
Binary Stars
The regulation against fraternization between biological and synthetic crew members was thorough. It had simply failed to anticipate how thoroughly they would want to break it.
Flash Fiction
The Undressing
Five hundred words. One act. Everything left unsaid filled the room the way heat fills a car left in August — total, inescapable, and faintly dangerous.
Historical
The Diplomat's Garden
Vienna, 1889. The embassy hosted forty guests that evening. She had come for the music. He had come to watch her pretend she wasn't watching him.