I write words for a living. Specifically, I write words that make people want things—shampoo, dating apps, a better life. But I hadn't actually wanted anything for myself in a very long time.
Until the cat next door knocked over a shoebox.
I was only supposed to be feeding Margot, Jules’s chaotic, attention-seeking feline, while she was out of town. I wasn't supposed to find the box hidden in the back of the closet. And I definitely wasn't supposed to open it.
Inside were nine letters. Nine raw, explicit, devastatingly honest letters written by Jules. They were filled with the kind of intense, consuming desire I only ever write about for clients. Reading them was a violation of privacy. It was wrong.
But I couldn't stop.
Now Jules is back. My cool, composed, photographer neighbor who looks at me with those sharp, observant eyes, completely unaware that I know exactly what she sounds like when she’s unspooling on paper. Or, at least, I think she’s unaware.
The air between us has changed. The tension is thick enough to choke on. And when the secret finally spills, the fantasy I’ve been reading about in the dark is going to become a reality I never could have drafted myself.
Cat Sitters & Dirty Letters is a high-heat, standalone sapphic romance featuring forced proximity, accidental voyeurism, a chaotic feline matchmaker, and a slow-burn that ignites into melting spice.
