The Ham Radio
I lost my wallet somewhere between the car park and the chippy, which is the sort of thing you do when you're fifty-two and your sister…
Topaz Hour
Writing from Ontario, Canada, usually late at night with mezcal mule when out with friends. Most of my posts live in First Time. I have a soft spot for the confession, 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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Stories by Topaz Hour
Line Work
I woke up alone in my own bed at seven in the morning, staring at the ceiling like it had answers, and the first thing I thought was: that…
The Thirty-Ninth
The office at Bell's Automotive smelled like coffee and brake dust, which is not a combination I'd recommend to anybody.