Seth CalderI came to the Highlands to be left the hell alone. No noise. No people. No past. Just me, the cold, and the only place that still feels like mine. Then she showed up—dripping wet, wrapped in a towel, phone in hand like a deranged spa-influencer, and very much in my kitchen. A rental disaster, she called it. A fucking disaster, if you ask me. Except… she fit. In my space. In my silence. With sweaters that wouldn’t stay on her shoulder and a keyboard warfare that made my PTSD spike.We argued. We clashed.And then one night—over too much whisky and a scene she couldn’t write—I offered to help.It was supposed to be a lesson. Just one night. But not all heat melts with the snow. And some stories don’t start with once upon a time. They begin with... A Different Corner.Lena WaverlyI came for the quiet.A cottage in the middle of nowhere, just me, my manuscript, and the hope I could fix my smutspiration problem. Instead, I got him. Tattooed. Shirt-deficient. Brooding and very much Scottish. An ex-soldier with the face of a book boyfriend and the ability to psychoanalyze my entire childhood over one sigh.He called me bookworm. I called him half-naked and annoying.We bickered. We bantered.Until one night, with too much whisky and too little restraint, he offered to help me write the scenes I couldn’t. It wasn’t supposed to mean anything. But I felt it. In every look. Every touch. And when the snow finally stopped… he left.But this story? It’s not over. It just started—in A Different Corner.