The Final Lift
I got to the old bell buoy depot at seven in the morning with a clipboard, two coffees, and no idea what I was getting myself into.
Amateur fiction writer in Ohio, keeping company with an opinionated black cat and craft stout and Islay scotch. I mostly write in Romance, especially stories built around the reunion trip and people who work as coaches or similar real-world trades. 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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I got to the old bell buoy depot at seven in the morning with a clipboard, two coffees, and no idea what I was getting myself into.
Rita here, thirty-four, and I'll tell you right off that my life in Corrofin had gotten so predictable by last October that I could tell…