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Sipped slow
My plan was simple. A few bottles of Bordeaux. A rooftop pity party. Three weeks to forget the man who broke his vows and took my belief in forever with him.
What I didn’t plan for?
The broody, off-duty six-foot-something shrink next door,
who tackles me like a Marvel stuntman and delivers unsolicited life advice with a billion-dollar smirk.
Dylan Hale thinks he can fix anything, including me.
He is clinical calm, Armani control, and eyes that see right through my walls.
I’m smeared mascara, epic meltdowns, and one signature away from losing everything I ever built.
When my marriage implodes in spectacular fashion, I’m not looking to be rescued.
But Dylan wants something I have, my priceless vintage wine collection.
So he strikes a deal: my emotional resurrection in exchange for grape juice.
Reluctant terms. Shaky boundaries.
No feelings. No attachment.
And what starts as a clever trade spirals into a slow-burning power play, an emotional reckoning,
the kind of healing that feels less like therapy and more like arson.
Now he’s in my space.
In my head.
And dangerously close to the version of me I locked away behind survival.
His every touch feels like a promise,
and every promise feels like a threat I’ll beg him to make.
But healing isn’t gentle.
It tears, it bleeds, it burns.
And somewhere between his quiet and my chaos,
I started falling for the man who never meant to stay.
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Savored Secrets
My next culinary catastrophe has a name.
Jake Donovan.
Secret billionaire. Devilish smirk.
A walking temptation in bespoke suits, leaving hearts medium rare.
Rebellious? Check.
Relentless? Double check.
Infuriatingly delicious and absolutely bad for my blood pressure?Triple check.
I came to this retreat as a chef for peace.
A fresh start, a chance to focus on the opportunities ahead without distractions.
No city noise, no unresolved baggage, and definitely no frustrating reminders of the past.
So naturally, he’s here.
The man who crushed my brother’s dream is now ruining my sanity.
He’s crafting more than just business deals.
He’s reigniting a fire I swore I put out.
I wish I didn’t remember how his hidden kindness melted every grudge.
I wish I hadn’t tasted his brooding charm again.
I really wish I hadn’t tasted the culinary fire hidden beneath his billionaire armor.
This is a recipe for disaster.
He’s no angel. I’m no saint.
I should run. He insists I stay.
But some flavors refuse to fade.
And if love is the secret ingredient, this second chance might just be a five-alarm fire I don’t want to put out.
A spicy, slow-burn enemies-to-lovers romance full of heat, heart, and gourmet-level angst.
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Unfinished Melody
She’s the one woman I was never supposed to want. My worst idea. And the only thing I can’t walk away from.
I came back to my hometown to escape the chaos.
No crowds. No cameras. No drama.
What I got was Violet Mitchell. My childhood tormentor. My best friend’s little sister.
All grown up, completely off-limits, and stealing my last shred of sanity.
She paints in silence. I write songs to drown mine out.
Neither of us wins.
Now we’re trapped under the same roof, her colors bleeding into my music, my chords into her quiet.
She hates the noise. I hate how much I need it.
Every glance is a challenge. Every word, a spark.
Resisting her feels impossible.
But the past never really stays buried. It just waits for a headline.
So I do what I do best, spin a story before it spins me.
We make a choice: a lie dressed up as forever.
A distraction bright enough to blind the press.
It was supposed to be simple. It isn’t.
Because every touch blurs the line, and every reckless kiss feels too damn real.
She makes me feel alive in a way music forgot how to. She’s the song I’ve been trying to write and couldn’t.
But my world destroys everything it touches.
And if I lose her, it won’t be the fame that breaks me this time.
It’ll be her.
he never knew
He doesn’t remember. I never forgot.
Grayson Wolfe was always off-limits. My best friend’s older brother, the untouchable boy I ached for in silence.
He never even looked my way.
Now he’s here, uninvited and unexpected, standing in the ruins of my family’s barely-breathing lodge… with a wide-eyed little girl at his side.
And a past I never got over.
It’s the worst possible time.
The lodge is falling apart, I can’t afford to turn guests away, and I definitely can’t afford to fall for the man who once looked right through me.
He’s still stoic. Still impossible to read.
But now he moves like a man who knows exactly what he wants.
And when his gaze lingers? It lights fires I swore I buried years ago.
He acts like we’re strangers. But I remember every inch of him.
And every reason I never stopped wanting more.
I try to stay guarded. Professional. Distant.
But Grayson keeps showing up in the quietest ways…
Fixing what’s broken. Seeing what's hidden.
And when his hands brush mine, when his voice drops low...
I forget every reason I had to keep him out.
His daughter looks at me like I’m already part of their world.
And I realize... he might not just be staying.
He might be getting ready to take something I can’t afford to lose.
And if I’m not careful, the man he’s become might take more than my heart…
he might take the only place I still belong.
A slow-burn, emotional, and wildly addictive small-town romance about second chances, family legacies, and the kind of love that refuses to quit, even when everything else does.
ABOUT the author
Tati Rose writes contemporary romance with heat, humor, and a habit of making readers fall for fictional men who have no business being that charming. Her sidekick, Junie the tiny Bichon, thinks she runs the show, and honestly? She kind of does.
Tati turns everyday disasters into love stories full of banter, blush-worthy tension, and just enough emotional damage to make it hurt (in the best way). When she’s not writing steamy slow burns or rescuing her favorite snacks from Junie’s fluffy jaws, she’s people-watching for character inspiration in cafés like it’s her job (because, well, it kinda is).
Fueled by caffeine and chaotic rom-com energy, her stories are the perfect escape for anyone who loves flirty banter, heartfelt messes, and happily-ever-afters.
Bonus: Junie approves every manuscript with a dramatic sigh, a side-eye and a very judgmental paw.