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Her team was in full cleanup mode, dishes stacked high, the oven cooling with a faint tick. Luca glanced up, oblivious, but Mia\u2019s eyes narrowed, a knowing glint in them. \u201cWine delivery take that long, huh?\u201d Hazel shrugged, grabbing a sponge to hide her flush. \u201cGot held up.<\/p>\n

Let\u2019s finish this.\u201d The rest of the evening blurred, desserts served, coffee poured, guests murmuring praise as they drifted out into the November night. Hazel\u2019s hands moved on autopilot, packing leftovers, wiping counters, but her mind was elsewhere, replaying the study, the desk, the way Ophelia\u2019s body had felt under her hands, so responsive, so alive.<\/p>\n

As the last guest left, Hazel caught sight of Ophelia in the foyer, saying goodbyes, her smile polished but her eyes distant, like she was already somewhere else. The mansion quieted, Phillip retreating to his office with a tumbler of scotch, oblivious to the storm brewing under his roof. Hazel\u2019s team loaded the van, their chatter fading as they climbed in, ready to head back to the city. But Ophelia appeared at the back door, her silhouette framed by the porch light, a shawl draped over her shoulders against the chill.<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t speak, just tilted her head toward the garden, where the shadows of rosebushes stretched long and jagged. Hazel hesitated, glancing at the van, Theo was already half-asleep in the backseat, Mia scrolling her phone. \u201cI forgot something inside,\u201d she lied, her voice steady despite the pulse hammering in her throat. \u201cGo on without me. I\u2019ll catch an Uber.\u201d Mia raised an eyebrow but didn\u2019t argue. The van rumbled off, leaving Hazel alone with the night and the woman who\u2019d unraveled her.<\/p>\n

She followed Ophelia down the stone path, the air sharp with the scent of damp earth and fading blooms. The garden gazebo loomed ahead, a latticework haven draped in ivy, lit by a single lantern that swayed in the breeze. Ophelia stopped inside, turning to face Hazel, her shawl slipping to reveal the curve of her collarbone, the faint bruise Hazel had left earlier. \u201cI couldn\u2019t let you leave,\u201d she said, voice soft but urgent, stepping close enough that their breaths mingled, warm in the cold.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot after today. Not after feeling you like that.\u201d Hazel\u2019s hands found Ophelia\u2019s hips, pulling her close, but this time it was slower, deliberate, like they were savoring the edge of something fragile. \u201cThis is dangerous,\u201d Hazel murmured, her lips brushing Ophelia\u2019s jaw, tasting salt and skin. \u201cYou\u2019re married. This house, your life\u2026\u201d \u201cIs a cage,\u201d Ophelia cut in, her hands framing Hazel\u2019s face, thumbs stroking her cheekbones.<\/p>\n

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Publisher: Sin & Silk Publishing Illustrator: Clara Wolfe Editor: Ivy Sky 1kitap1.com\/en Contents Title Page Copyright Introduction 1: The Scent of Sage and Secret Desires 2: Heat of the Harvest 3: Beneath the Harvest Moon 4: Tangles of Twilight 5: Ashes of Fall Epilogue Afterword About The Author 1kitap1.com\/en A Introduction banquet of longing awaits in A Taste of Thanksgiving, where the heat of the kitchen sparks a fire that neither Hazel nor Ophelia can resist. In the midst of a lavish Thanksgiving dinner, a young caterer and a bored housewife find themselves drawn into a dance of forbidden desire, their stolen moments weaving a tapestry of passion and risk.<\/p>\n

This sensual novella invites readers into a world of clandestine trysts, whispered confessions, and the intoxicating pull of a connection that defies convention. Will their fleeting nights together ignite a new beginning, or leave them yearning for what might have been? Dive into this sultry tale of love and liberation, crafted for readers who crave intense, character-driven romance. Note: Readers sensitive to the themes in this book should use cation when choosing to read.<\/p>\n

1kitap1.com\/en H 1: The Scent of Sage and Secret Desires \u221e\u221e\u221e azel Poole’s boots crunched against the frost-kissed gravel of the long, winding driveway, the early morning light filtering through the bare branches of ancient oaks like hesitant fingers teasing at silk. It was Thanksgiving, the air crisp with the promise of autumn’s end, carrying the faint, metallic tang of impending snow. At twenty-six, Hazel had built her catering business from nothing more than a beat-up food truck and a relentless passion for flavors that lingered on the tongue like forbidden whispers.<\/p>\n

Poole’s Palate was her baby, a haven for the elite who craved gourmet escapes from their cookie-cutter lives. Today, that meant invading the sprawling estate of the Hayden family, a sprawling Tudor mansion perched on the edge of Connecticut’s rolling hills, all ivy-cloaked stone and manicured lawns that screamed old money. She pulled up in the catering van just as the sky blushed pink, the engine rumbling to a stop beside a fleet of luxury sedans already tucked away in the open garage.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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