The Winter Foursome Book 2: Motel Mirrors

Maine lit the fuse, and motel sheets kept it burning. He’s married. He’s her friend. They swore it was just heat, nothing deeper. But every stolen look and every too-close touch dares them to break their own rules. Secrets thrum louder than their vows, while friendships crack under the weight of what they’ve done—and keep doing. She whispers, “Don’t save me…destroy me,” and he obeys. Now they’re trapped in a fire that refuses to burn out. Is this the start of ruin, or the ashes where something real might grow? The next trip promises more guests, more secrets, and more sparks ready to explode.