Four women. Four nights that were never supposed to matter.
Nora brings a stranger to her ex’s wedding to prove she’s fine. She isn’t — until the man in the rented suit asks what no one has in years: what do you actually want?
Rachel has ignored what her body needs for so long she’s forgotten — until a late-night ride from her best friend’s father turns into tacos, honesty, and a touch that undoes something she didn’t know was clenched.
Eliza has spent seven weeks observing other people’s lives — until a stranger on a plane offers her his hotel room for the layover, and a handful of hours to stop watching and finally let go.
Vicki has spent thirty-two years doing the math on how to be a woman who wants — until the groom’s son looks at her like a person instead of a situation, and the wall finally comes down.
These aren’t stories about one-night stands. They’re about the moment a woman stops performing — stops managing the lighting, stops making the practiced sounds — and lets herself be seen.
Intimate, unflinching, quietly devastating. Four directions, one truth: sometimes a stranger is the only one who can hand you back to yourself.
For readers who want their desire honest and their tenderness earned. Free on Kindle.
