The Lighthouse Archive
Meg came into the pallet drop yard a few minutes after midnight, and the door rattled shut behind her and the sound rolled off the…
Writing from United Kingdom, usually late at night with pinot noir or dark roast coffee. Most of my posts live in Erotic Horror. I have a soft spot for the revenge plan that turns into something else, real conversation before the bedroom door closes, and clear enthusiasm once it does. Always happy to hear from readers who enjoy a real plot alongside the heat. Ranked by how many readers finish them. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
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Meg came into the pallet drop yard a few minutes after midnight, and the door rattled shut behind her and the sound rolled off the…
Bradly Leeds climbed the ladder to the police station roof at midnight, same as he did three or four nights a week when the desk was slow…
Alana Hobbs was sixty-three years old and she had spent the better part of fifteen years learning how to be alone, and the strange truth…
The auction was supposed to start at ten.
Cari had forty-one boxes and a dissertation defense in three months, and she had promised herself she would unpack in order of usefulness…
Sunny had heard about Solace from two different women at the commissary, which was how she knew it was either a real thing or a really…
A construction site at night is a different animal.