Slowburnheat Stories

City of Slow Thunder is a witty, slow-burn interracial romance about Camille Porter, a Black food-styling rising star with vintage flair, and Ethan Hale, a dirt-under-the-nails landscape designer who believes in growing things-gardens, trust, and second chances. Between rooftop parties, coastal hideaways, warehouse pop-ups, and a public garden stitched from hope, they collide in kisses that taste like citrus and summer rain, and learn to navigate family, old wounds, and the art of wanting boldly. With mouthwatering menus, candlelit stairwells, friends who tell the truth, and a city that hums like a heartbeat, their love becomes a recipe-equal parts spice, softness, and staying power. Sensual, tender, and funny, this chick lit story celebrates community, ambition, and intimacy that doesn't hide behind closed doors-because some things deserve to be seen in all their messy, gorgeous light.

He looks at me like I'm everything he despises. I look at him like I'm already ruined. We're bound by secrets, fueled by anger, and addicted to the fire we swear we don't feel. Every touch is punishment. Every kiss is a mistake. And every night, we cross lines we pretend don't matter. Hate has never felt this good. And love has never been this dangerous.

Avantika Sharma-fierce, flawed, and unflinchingly bold-is a journalist chasing ghosts. One scandal buried under hospital walls. One sister lost to the lies. And one name keeps rising from the ashes: Daksh Singhania. Enter Vikram Singhania-billionaire tycoon, ruthless strategist, and the man who watches Avantika like she's the fuse to a bomb he buried years ago. He warns her to stop. Offers her distractions wrapped in luxury and veiled threats. But she's already in too deep. Then there's Maya-Daksh's widow. Exiled. Burned. Dangerous. She's done grieving. And now? She wants blood. As secrets slip through velvet gloves and lies dance in designer heels, Avantika finds herself at the mercy of two empires: one she's trying to expose, and one she might be destined to destroy. The mask we wear. peels back the layers of glamour, power, and betrayal-revealing a world where even love has a body count.

Zora Ellis is 28, brilliant, curvy, and chronically overstimulated-from her grad school research in astrobiology to the noise of the city she calls home. Relationships? Not a priority. Not when she's got Evan Marshall. Evan is 28, a neuroengineering PhD student with a face that doesn't match how filthy his mouth can get. And for the last few years, he's been the one she calls between relationships-for hard, no-strings-attached sex that leaves her breathless and temporarily sane. They've watched each other fall in and out of dating disasters. They know each other's trauma, coffee orders, and pressure points. It's uncomplicated. It works. Until it doesn't. Because lately, Evan's hands linger longer after he cleans her wounds. And Zora's starting to picture him when she touches herself. And neither of them is saying a damn thing about it. In the Bronx, where Evan's apartment smells like incense and chaos, and on Harlem streets where catcallers call her wife and mean it-Zora is starting to feel the cracks in their arrangement. One jazz night. One late train ride. One mistake away from breaking all their rules. They said it would never get complicated. They lied.

A rain-soaked night turns into something unforgettable when Ira finds herself swept into William's world a world of slow touches, deep kisses, and a hunger that can't be contained. From the stormy streets to the quiet intimacy behind closed doors, every moment is a mix of raw urgency and aching tenderness. What began under the pounding rain only intensifies in the shadows, where passion burns hotter than the storm outside

🖤 Lust Compound Genre: Erotic Drama | Psychological Romance | Taboo Fiction Rating: 18+ (Mature themes, explicit content, dark psychology) 📖 Description: > When 21-year-old Arun arrives at the staff compound of a private college in Andhra Pradesh under false credentials, all he wants is a place to stay, a few secret affairs, and women who won't ask too many questions. What he finds instead is a closed world of four complex women - a cold widow with buried hunger, a flirty fitness instructor who won't be toyed with, a shy professor desperate for love, and a powerful principal with a taste for control. Arun is charming, careful, and ruthless - but every secret has a witness, and someone is always watching. In a place where walls are thin, tempers thinner, and desire becomes currency, lust isn't just dangerous - it's a weapon. And no one gets out untouched. Welcome to the compound. Some sins don't echo. Some knock on your door at night.