His Keeping
by @mysticravenAfter a family scandal, Maya finds uneasy refuge in a quiet town and with Lucas, the sheriff’s son, who guards the dark truth about her past. His protection feels like a cage, and their growing closeness becomes its own danger. To stay together, they must each choose the other over the lies that built their world.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Maya Thorne
A 19-year-old with wary amber eyes and a posture that's always braced for impact, she carries the ghost of her family's scandal in the way she flinches at loud voices and studies new rooms like they're crime scenes. Her clothes are simple, meant to blend in, but there's an inherited elegance in her movements that marks her as an outsider in this dusty town.
Lucas Hale
The sheriff's son, 22, with sun-bleached brown hair and the calm, assessing gaze of someone raised on small-town secrets. His hands are capable—one moment fixing an engine, the next resting lightly on the butt of his father's spare service weapon. He moves with the easy authority of a local, but his eyes often drift toward the town limits, like he's guarding the border of more than just this place.
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
The Unwelcome Welcome
The gas station pump clicks off in the heavy heat. Maya feels eyes on her neck before she turns. Lucas Hale leans against his truck, sun-bleached hair and a gaze that strips her city polish right off.
The Unspoken Invitation
Maya finds him on her aunt's porch at dusk, a shadow against the fading light. He's not there by accident. The space between them on the wooden steps hums with everything left unsaid at the gas statio
The First Touch
The step groans again as she lowers herself beside him, not touching, but the space between their bodies becomes a live wire. He doesn't look at her, just stares out at the dark street, but his hand t
The First Surrender
His mouth leaves hers, trailing fire down the column of her throat. His hands, which have only ever held or guided, now work at the buttons of her blouse with a focused urgency that steals her breath.
The First Taste
His hand closes over hers on the buckle, a silent question in the pressure of his fingers. The leather gives way with a rasp that echoes her own sharp inhale. As her palm presses against the hard heat