The Summer of Yes
Six months out of a marriage I should never have entered, I drove to Provincetown with everything I owned and one rule: say yes. Yes to the bartender with the patient hands. Yes to the yoga instructor who refused to let me fake it. Yes to the married couple at Race Point. Yes to the balcony where I stopped counting. By Labor Day I was supposed to know who I was. What I didn’t plan for was Jade. My best friend. My roommate. Who painted my room green before I arrived because she remembered, seven years later, it was my favorite color. A high-heat sapphic standalone — bisexual awakening, best-friends-to-lovers, multiple practice partners (all women), one possessive endgame. Available wide. 18+. HEA guaranteed.
