Heat Beneath Di Mango Tree

When heartbreak pushes Naomi out of Kingston and into the quiet hills of St. Mary, she plans to keep her life simple-just her grandmother's old cottage, the sea breeze, and no more secrets.

But then she meets Imani.

A barefoot, dreadlocked woodworker who speaks in few words but looks at her like she can see everything. Their connection is instant-slow glances turn to long touches, and stolen kisses to nights tangled in candlelight.

In a place where gossip travels faster than the river's current, their love grows wild and dangerous under the mango trees. Naomi must decide if she's ready to stop hiding, even when the whole village is watching.

Love. Desire. Freedom.
Sometimes the sweetest fruit is worth the risk.

This is my first time making a story. So if there are any errors/ suggestion please tell me