But as Elara walked out of the library and into the sunlight, she felt lighter. The story would wait for her, and when she finally opened that digital cover, she knew the magic would be earned, untainted, and entirely hers to keep.
Elara sighed, the tension leaving her shoulders in a long, shaky breath. She closed the tab. The neon pop-ups vanished.
She had seen the covers—the ethereal glow of the Fae realm, the promise of a marriage of convenience turned into something more, and the legendary snark of the Elven lords. It was the kind of escape she desperately needed. But her bank account was a desert, and the waitlist at the library was sixty-four people deep. Desperation is a dangerous librarian.
The humid air of the local library always felt like a warm blanket, but today, it was suffocating. Elara’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, her heart hammering against her ribs. She wasn't here for a research paper or a classic novel. She was here for Stolen Midsummer Bride by Tara Grayce.
But as Elara walked out of the library and into the sunlight, she felt lighter. The story would wait for her, and when she finally opened that digital cover, she knew the magic would be earned, untainted, and entirely hers to keep.
Elara sighed, the tension leaving her shoulders in a long, shaky breath. She closed the tab. The neon pop-ups vanished.
She had seen the covers—the ethereal glow of the Fae realm, the promise of a marriage of convenience turned into something more, and the legendary snark of the Elven lords. It was the kind of escape she desperately needed. But her bank account was a desert, and the waitlist at the library was sixty-four people deep. Desperation is a dangerous librarian.
The humid air of the local library always felt like a warm blanket, but today, it was suffocating. Elara’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, her heart hammering against her ribs. She wasn't here for a research paper or a classic novel. She was here for Stolen Midsummer Bride by Tara Grayce.