I moved back into my childhood bedroom at twenty-two. Three men down the hall. My mother on a different continent.
Morgan has an English degree she can't sell, a student loan due in five months, and nowhere else to go. So she moves home — to the sprawling estate where her mother's three husbands still live.
Richard reads the Financial Times at midnight and remembers how she takes her coffee. James has been painting her for years. She was never supposed to find those canvases. David sends a twelve-word text at 1 AM — and it says more than the other two have managed in days.
Her mother left for Bali. Six months. The house is too big. The hallways are too quiet. And every man in it is looking at her like she just walked through a door none of them can close.
She should leave.
She stays.
One by one, every line gets crossed. And Morgan stops pretending she didn't come home to cross them.
But her mother's flight just changed. She lands Tuesday.
A forbidden age gap why choose romance. Standalone with HEA. For mature readers.
For readers who like their romance with teeth.