Hi friends,
I've been dying to share this one with you.
Maya and Julian never actually said what they were to each other after the chalet. That was the deal, unspoken but understood, until a twelve day travel advisory locks them into one apartment together and the deal stops working.
A forty eight hour deadline is about to surface the one thing Julian's never told her. And Maya, who has spent her whole career keeping other people's secrets safe, finds herself living with the one person she can't file away and forget about.
No emergency left to hide behind. Just …
Hi!
The first review for The Alpine Pitch is in, and it's warm, thoughtful, and honestly a little emotional to read. Thank you. The Quarantine Clause is already on pre-sale, launching 8 September. If you enjoyed The Alpine Pitch, I'd love for you to be there for it. To the rest of you still reading: no rush, no clock. Whenever the words come, I'd love to hear them.
Ayla F. Xx
Hi!
Quick note: I've uploaded an updated version of "The Alpine Pitch". Based on early feedback I added a new chapter - the moment Maya and Julian's three weeks of restraint finally breaks, by the hearth.
If you haven't started, the latest version is ready for you; if you're already reading, no need to start over, but the new chapter is worth going back for. One heads-up: it takes the book from closed-door to a single on-page scene, still more restraint than heat. Thank you for being here! No pressure on timing or reviews.
Five of you have the manuscript now. That's not a small number, not to me.
There's a particular kind of quiet that comes before anyone else has read a book, and you're standing in it. Read at whatever pace the mountain requires. If a scene asks you to go back and read it twice, that's not a stumble. That's the architecture working as designed. One practical note, since precision matters here as much as anywhere else: Amazon doesn't open reviews until the book is actually live, August 11. Nothing you write before then will post, so there's no clock running …
He arrived to fix her script. She didn't ask him to fix anything else.
There's a particular kind of cold that has nothing to do with the mountain outside the window. Julian doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't need to. He watches. He calculates. He holds himself the way a man holds a hand of cards he intends to win with, close, careful, giving nothing away.
Maya isn't the type to be studied. She's spent her career being underestimated by men exactly like him, and she's not about to hand him the satisfaction of getting under her skin. Except he …