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Community Custom

2 chapters

~5 min read

She came to Maple Creek for peace, but Elena Vasquez learns fast that good manners here mean a hand on her breast mid-conversation and a finger inside her before she knows a man's last name. Danny Kowalski, with his sawdust-dusted hands and quiet confidence, expects free use of every woman in town—and Elena finds herself bent over the florist counter before her first week is up. In a community where breeding is tradition and no means try harder, she discovers her new home demands everything she has to give.

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MEET THE CHARACTERS

Daniel 'Danny' Kowalski

A 34-year-old contractor with sawdust-dusted hands and the kind of broad shoulders that come from years of framing houses. He's got a quiet confidence that makes women lean in when he speaks, salt-and-pepper stubble that catches the afternoon light, and a knowing half-smile that suggests he understands exactly what's expected of him in this town. His calloused palms are warm and deliberate, the kind of hands that know how to handle wood and women with equal care.

Elena Vasquez

A 28-year-old florist with rose-thorn scars on her forearms and a cascade of dark curls that fall past her shoulders. She has a soft, curved body that she carries with practiced ease—hips that sway when she walks, a full mouth that parts slightly when she's listening. Her brown eyes are warm and knowing, the kind that have seen the arrangement work a hundred times and still find it thrilling.

Meredith 'Merry' Calloway

A 32-year-old elementary school teacher with honey-blond hair always pulled into a loose bun, wisps escaping around her face. She has a slender, athletic frame from years of chasing children on the playground, and pale blue eyes that go wide when a man's hand finds her waist. She wears sundresses even in autumn, and her skin smells like lavender soap and chalk dust.

Patricia 'Trish' Kowalski

A 58-year-old widow who runs the town's only diner, steel-gray hair cropped short and practical, reading glasses perpetually perched on her head. She has a weathered face with laugh lines that deepen when she smiles, and the sturdy, capable body of a woman who's been on her feet for forty years. She still wears her late husband's flannel tied around her waist.

Jasmine 'Jazz' Nguyen

A 25-year-old tattoo artist with a sleeve of koi fish and cherry blossoms winding up her left arm, and a septum ring that glints when she smirks. She has a compact, muscular frame and sharp black eyes that miss nothing—the way a man's hand lingers, the hitch in a woman's breath. Her hair is shaved on one side, the rest falling in a black curtain to her jaw.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

Florist's First Touch

Daniel steps into the floral scent of Elena's shop, sawdust still on his knuckles. She looks up from a bucket of roses, dark curls falling forward as she says his name. His calloused palm slides under her blouse to cup her breast, thumb grazing her nipple while he asks about the hydrangeas. His other hand slips past her apron strings, fingers finding the damp heat between her thighs without breaking the conversation.

Hobby Chat

Danny is unloading groceries from his truck when a neighbor approaches with a cheerful hello. Without missing a beat, his hand finds her breast through her shirt, pinching her nipple hard between his thumb and forefinger. She doesn't flinch—just keeps talking about her herb garden, her voice bright and unbothered. He pushes her forward over the tailgate, hikes up her skirt, and drives into her without preamble, his pace punishing. She gasps but continues, '—and the basil really took off this year—' as he fucks her, her hands gripping the truck bed.

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