Lodge Lies
by @mysticravenJournalist Mara is trapped in a mountain lodge for three days with Lucas Vale, the politician she blames for destroying her brother—but as they battle in front of the fire and share sleepless nights, she discovers her brother lied about everything. By the final night, anger gives way to truth, and she rides him on the bearskin rug while snow pounds the windows.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Mara Delgado
A 29-year-old investigative journalist with wild chestnut curls that escape every bun she attempts and sharp hazel eyes that miss nothing. Her body is lean from restless energy, always moving—tapping her pen, pacing rooms, jaw tight with barely-contained fire. She has a small scar above her left eyebrow from a childhood fall that she's always touching when she's angry.
Lucas Vale
A 37-year-old politician with silver-threaded dark hair, cut sharp and precise, and pale gray eyes that hold everything behind a calm surface. He moves like a man who's learned control—broad shoulders relaxed, hands steady, but there's a restlessness in his jaw when he watches her. Tall, elegant, with the kind of quiet presence that fills a room without trying.
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
Snow and Silence
The lodge door slams shut behind her, cutting off the howling wind. He's standing by the fire, whiskey in hand, dressed like he owns the place—because he does. Her chestnut curls are wild from the sto
The Kitchen Counter
The plate is empty, the wine half-gone, and the silence between them has thinned to something electric. She's still talking—about the letter, about her brother, about all the reasons she should hate h
The Weight of Want
He carries her from the kitchen, her legs wrapped around him, her mouth still on his. The world narrows to the rhythm of his steps, the creak of floorboards, the heat of his hands gripping her thighs.
His Mouth Unmakes Her
The first stroke of his tongue is a question she answers with her whole body, hips lifting, fingers twisting in his hair. He learns her in the dark—the places she gasps, the way she trembles when he l
The Reckoning
She feels him soften inside her, but neither of them moves. The silence stretches, heavy with everything unsaid. She traces the scar above her eyebrow, a habit she can't break, and feels his hand catc