Driver's Distance
by @mysticravenA scandal-scarred tycoon needs a driver who won’t flinch. She’s broke, stubborn, and refuses to be cowed by his cold demands. Long nights in luxury hotels ignite slow-burning heat between arguments—until tabloids expose their secret, and his possessive need to protect her becomes a trap. On a storm-lashed night miles from the city, their walls finally shatter.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Julian Blackwood
A 38-year-old hotel magnate with salt-and-pepper hair cut sharp as his suits, broad shoulders that fill a doorframe, and a jaw that could cut glass. He carries himself like a man used to being obeyed—cold gray eyes that miss nothing, hands that have signed enough checks to never need to raise his voice. The scandal has carved something new into him: a tension in his spine, a watchfulness that suggests he's measuring every room for exits.
Elena Vasquez
A 24-year-old with wild black curls she ties back when she's serious, warm brown skin that glows in the dim light of luxury car interiors, and a stubborn set to her chin that suggests she's been fighting her whole life. She's lean from years of nothing given easy, with strong arms from hauling her own weight, and dark eyes that hold a fire she's learned to hide behind polite distance. There's a small scar on her left eyebrow from a childhood fall—the kind of imperfection Julian's world would airbrush out, and the one thing about her he can't stop looking at.
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
The Interview
Elena sits in the leather chair across from Julian Blackwood’s desk, her hands flat on her thighs. He doesn't offer water or a greeting—just slides a single sheet across the polished wood: her driving
Still Breathing
He doesn't move. His gray eyes hold hers, and the rain fills the silence between them, drumming against the glass. She feels the weight of his attention on the scar above her eyebrow, a kind of pressu
Palm Print
Elena stays at the window, the key fob still cold and solid in her palm. The rain keeps falling, silver streaks cutting the glass, and Julian's reflection floats beside hers, gray eyes fixed not on th
Hallway Echo
The hallway light hummed overhead. Elena stood with her back to the door, the key fob still cold in her palm, the mark on her skin a brand she couldn't shake. She counted the steps to the elevator but