Eight Hours Stolen

Some hours dont belong to anyone. These eight belong to desire.

In the last car of a night train, Evan thinks he is alone until a woman in a long coat sits down across from him, offers him coffee with a splash of cognac, and asks if hes traveling alone. After closing time, bookseller Hannah locks the door and challenges Owen, her favorite regular, to a game of books with a double meaning. And in a loft that smells of turpentine, the painter G. Ashford lays a blank canvas on the floor for Sienna, who wants a painting no one else can copy.

When the last diners leave, chef Garrett and his line cooks, Maddie and Nora, stay behind to test the new tasting menu, and the kitchen heats to just the right temperature. During a citywide blackout, Rachel climbs to the rooftop with her camera and the neighbor from 10C, firing her flash into the dark.

On the twelfth floor, Brooke and Logan stay late to fix a banner, until she asks him to lock the door. In a busy coworking space, Paige sticks a yellow Post-it on Wess monitor: Lets meet tonight. And Lauren walks down a narrow hallway to the room where five men, the ones she chose herself, are waiting for her.

Eight stories, eight stolen hours, and not one regret.

Eight Hours Stolen is Book 4 in the Hush & Tell series, a collection of steamy standalone erotic short stories (strangers, after hours, office romance, threesome, multiple partners). Each story can be read on its own. For readers 18 and older.