The Cold Swim
The train from Visp climbs into the mountains like it can't decide whether it wants to make it, and I spend the whole ride refreshing the…
Leather romance stories
Stories in Romance tagged leather, ranked by how many readers finish them. Reads run 22 to 25 minutes. Writers to know: Heather Phrase, Kestrel Word and The Quartz Quill. Readers usually start with “The Cold Swim” and “The Tile Job”. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
Leather romance stories, ranked by readers
01 02 The Tile Job
I took the whole first week of June off, which for me is basically a miracle.
03 The Lifeguard Bet
My name is Collin Parson, I'm twenty-eight, and I've been lifeguarding at the Merritt Falls municipal pool for six summers now.
04 The Lyre and the Hat
So here's how it starts, or how I remember it starting anyway, because honestly some of that weekend has gone soft in my head and other…
05 The Carpenter's Wife
Trev Price was twenty-four years old, and he had built things with his hands since he was old enough to hold a hammer without dropping it…
06 Unsent Letters
My life, at twenty-three, was a machine I'd built myself, and every gear in it turned exactly the way I wanted.
07 The Unlikely Spanner
My husband is thirty-eight years old and on the last Saturday of June he was doing forty miles an hour around a dirt oval at the Old Mill…
08 The Edge of the Pool
The order came through on a Tuesday, which is how these things always go.
09 The Last House on Meridian
My name's Axel Donovan, I'm twenty-eight years old, and at the moment you're reading this I was probably elbow-deep in a box marked…
10 The Thursday Arrangement
The drive up to the Rivenbark Lodge takes about an hour from my apartment, and I know every mile of it by now.
11 That Morning in Zagreb
Beryl woke up with her mouth tasting like a bus station ashtray and a headache that started behind her eyes and went all the way down to…
12 The Night Bus Arrangement
I was thirty-four, and I was proud of my life.
13 Daring the Ski Instructor
I was up on the ladder, halfway through a pine branch, when the door to the main hall banged open and somebody whistled at me.
14 Reckoning at Sunrise
*This one came from wanting a slow-burn goodbye that aches more than any fight.