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Lily is a successful novelist hiding a crippling secret: she is trying to write a love story, but is terrified of intimacy. Sent away to the red rock haven of Sedona to reset her creative block, she receives one strict mandate from her agent: "Stop writing love. Start living it." Isaiah is just looking for a place to breathe. Escaping a suffocating life in Los Angeles, he books a month-long retreat under a fake name, Jay, seeking refuge in a town where no one asks too many questions. He's here because he forgot what feeling anything was like. When they reach for the same blueberry muffin in a local coffee shop, they spark a connection neither saw coming. Their accidental encounters quickly evolve into a quiet rhythm of morning hikes, shared coffee, and late-night porch confessions. In a town built for exhausted creatives, they find safety in a mutual agreement: they don't ask what the other does. But their time in the desert is running out. As Lily's manuscript finally begins to feel dangerously real and Isaiah's self-imposed exile comes to an end, the secrets they left behind in Los Angeles threaten to shatter their sanctuary. Can a love built in the quiet spaces of the world survive the glaring, electric lights of reality? Find out in OPEN HEARTS

Cassie Monroe never intended to write a vampire novel. It started as a joke-just something to vent her late-night boredom and frustration with her dead end job. But somehow, the world she created-Noctis Vale-took over. Gothic castles. Eternal fog. And at the center, an imprisoned vampire prince named Kael, banished for a betrayal nobody dared to name. One night, while rewriting a critical scene, her screen glitches. The words blur. The keyboard sparks. Then-darkness. Cassie wakes in a stone chamber, cold air clinging to her skin. It's not a dream. It's Noctis Vale. And she's standing in front of the Iron Gate-the one she designed to seal Kael away. He's there. Just like she wrote him: regal, terrifying, too beautiful to be real. Chains carved with runes hold him down. But he looks at her like he's been expecting her forever. "You finally came," he says, voice like thunder in a cave. "You're the key." Cassie is the author, but now she's trapped in her own story. Worse, the plot is rewriting itself-driven not by her keyboard, but by fate. Every choice she makes carries weight. Every secret Kael keeps pulls her deeper. He's not the villain she thought. And maybe she's not just the writer... maybe she's part of the curse.

I'm Yamina Irain. And yes, I died. One minute I was a struggling writer in the middle of finishing a story no one cared about- and the next, I opened my eyes in a Victorian bedroom with lace curtains and a black cat watching me like I'm a ghost. Except I'm not a ghost. I've been reincarnated as Emily Douglas Starr, the forgotten heroine of a dusty old novel I once loved. Only... this isn't the exact story I remember. The shadows feel darker, the moonlight sings to me, and my words hold a strange kind of power. This time, I'm not just going to survive. I'm going to write my own ending. A tale of dreams, destiny, and one girl who refuses to fade quietly into the margins.