Novels by K. Lyn Leigh

Lila had always loved bookstores—the way they smelled like old paper and coffee, the quiet, the promise that anything could happen between pages. But today felt different. Maybe it was because Anthony was here. Or maybe because everything in her life had shifted slightly off its axis, in the best possible way.He held the door open for her with a smirk. “Ladies first, angel.”There it was again. That name. Every time he said it, something fluttered behind her ribs like a bird testing its wings. She gave him a playful side glance as she stepped into the shop.“You’ve really committed to that nickname,” she murmured, brushing her hand against a stack of journals by the entrance.He was close behind her, voice low in her ear. “You’ve earned it.”She shivered.The bookstore was quiet—early afternoon light filtered in through wide front windows, casting the shelves in soft gold. The air smelled like cedarwood, espresso, and the faintest hint of vanilla from a candle burning near the regist

It began in silence.Not the absence of sound, but the kind of silence that hums—like the quiet you feel deep in water or moments before lightning. Lila stood barefoot in a vast field of night, where the stars burned brighter than she’d ever seen and the air pulsed with warmth, heavy with some unnamed promise.She didn’t remember falling asleep. But she knew—instantly, undeniably—that this wasn’t the waking world.She wore something soft. Lighter than silk. A dress? No… not exactly. The fabric clung to her like mist, flowing behind her as she walked. Every movement felt slower, more graceful. Like her body understood something her mind hadn’t caught up to yet.Then, she felt him.Before she saw him.That heat, that shift in the air—like gravity tilting in his direction.Anthony.He stood at the edge of the field, leaning against a stone arch that hadn’t been there seconds ago. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, sleeves rolled to his elbows. His expression was unreadable, but his eye

The warm glow of the late afternoon sun slipped softly through the windows of Nicole’s house as I stepped inside, my heart fluttering with anticipation. It was my seventeenth birthday—May 14th—a day I had quietly hoped would feel as special as it did strange growing up. But tonight felt different. Tonight felt like a turning point.Nicole’s mom, Alice, greeted me at the door with a bright smile and a knowing glance. “Happy birthday, Lila! Nicole told me you’d be spending the night, and I wanted to say you’re always welcome here.” Her easy warmth made me feel instantly at home.Nicole appeared from the kitchen, her usual bright grin lighting up her face. “You ready for a night to remember?” she teased, nudging me gently. I laughed nervously and nodded, still clutching my backpack. The house smelled like vanilla and cinnamon from a candle Alice had lit, soft music playing quietly in the background.I was still settling in when Anthony arrived, his familiar grin broad and eyes sparkling

The silence of my bedroom felt too loud after the day we’d had. My skin still held the memory of the sun, and my hair smelled faintly like chlorine and his cologne. The pillows were still warm from where his body had rested next to mine.I laid there in the dark for a long time, staring at the ceiling. My chest was full — too full — like something might burst if I didn’t let it out.So I sat up, flicked on the little lamp beside my bed, and reached for the worn diary tucked back under the mattress.The pen slid into my fingers as naturally as breath, and I opened to a fresh page.May 6thI don’t even know where to begin.Today was… everything. I mean that in the way that people say something changed them. The kind of “everything” you feel in your bones. He swam with me. He tied my strap. He made me food. He held me like I was his whole world.And the scariest part?I liked every second of it.No — I loved it.There. I said it.God, I love him.I don’t know exactly when it happened. Ma

The sun was high and the pool sparkled, clear and inviting, like it knew what kind of day it was going to be. Anthony had brought his swim trunks in a backpack, towel slung over his shoulder, eyes already scanning the water like it was daring him to dive in.“You’re going down,” he said, tossing the bag aside.I raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”“We’re making a whirlpool. Winner gets bragging rights. And possibly a popsicle.”“Oh, well then,” I said, walking to the edge, water lapping at my toes, “prepare to lose.”We got in and immediately started the game — swimming along the edge of the pool in one continuous circle, picking up speed with every lap. Water began to spiral around us, dragging at our limbs, churning beneath our feet. It felt silly and childish and perfect. Like something out of a summer I never wanted to end.Once the current felt strong enough, Anthony shouted, “Switch!”We turned, trying to push against the current we’d just created. It was harder than it looked. My

Spring couldn’t come fast enough.After a week of late-night texting and hallway glances that felt like secrets, Anthony was finally coming over. My parents were out for the afternoon, and the plan was simple: hang out, swim, and maybe steal a few more of those kisses that left me dizzy.I’d spent too long picking out a bikini. Not because I had that many — but because this was different. This was Anthony seeing me like that for the first time. Up close. Skin and curves and all the little things I usually kept hidden beneath school clothes and oversized hoodies.I settled on a deep blue two-piece. Not too revealing, but just enough. When I slipped into it in the bathroom, I caught my reflection in the mirror and held my breath.My body was changing. It wasn’t just about looking good. It was about feeling… aware. Of how his eyes might follow the dip of my waist. Or how his hands might graze places they hadn’t before.I stood in my bedroom adjusting the straps on my top, tugging them in

That night I was thinking to myself. I had to tell him that I loved him. I just. I didn’t know how to do it. He was cuddling me, tracing circles on my arms. And I turned around to look at him. He kissed me. Something we’ve done so often now that it’s second nature. We can never keep our hands to ourselves when we’re alone. He was taunting me. Slowly. Making me forget every thought. He rolled on top of me, still not breaking our kiss. He kissed my neck. My chest. My stomach. All the way down until he captured my pussy in his mouth. I moaned at the pleasure he was giving me. “You taste so sweet little one. So wet for me. Your delicious pussy always craving for my touch, my kisses, my love” he said as he dove back in to feast on me. Like I was the best desert he ever had. His mouth never left my skin. Every kiss was a promise, every stroke of his tongue a devotion I didn’t know how to return. Not yet. But Goddess, I wanted to.I tangled my fingers in his hair, my back arching as he devo

One, Two, Three. There they are. Goddess how could I even tell him that I’m pregnant let alone that we are expecting not one, not two, but THREE of them! I haven’t even had the guts to tell him I loved him yet. I was planning to do it during our dinner a few days ago, but the smell of my food made me sick and we left early. I put the ultrasound photo in my purse. When the time is right, I’ll tell him. As soon as I put my purse down, he came back in the room with some food and drinks. “I thought you wouldn’t want to eat hospital food, so I had some delivered” he said. Looking at me carefully, “how are you feeling?”. “I feel better now that they gave me some medication” I said with a smile. “Good, so, I have some plans for us once you’re feeling better and I can’t wait for the surprise. You’ll love it” he said returning my smile. We sat down and ate in silence. The doctor returned shortly after we both finished our food. “Miss Blackwood, you seem to be doing much better now, and I thi

~2 months later~The press has been relentless. Always trying to snap photos of me. Of Atlas. Of us together. We always made the headlines. “CEO Atlas Jones and new girlfriend Calliope Blackwood” “Calliope Blackwood, A Gold Digger?” Atlas eventually decided to hold a press conference to address the issues publically. I haven’t been feeling good lately. I’m laying on the couch cuddled up with not so small Titan watching it live. “To address the topics of discussion revolving around me and my girlfriend, she is in fact not what you have been thinking. Calliope is the daughter of family friends who lost her parents at the age of 3 due to a car accident. She was found miles away in another city and placed up for adoption. The only clue to her identity, being the name written on the inside of her shoes. She and I have been engaged from the moment she was born, in a written contract. And we have both decided to honor our parents wishes, especially with the connection that we have together.

“Atlas, what is this” I asked. Looked at me, holding my hand, and lifted it up to his lips. He kissed the ring and said “a promise”. “A promise? What kind of promise?” Still holding my hand, he began to rub circles on my skin. “The kind of promise where I will always take care of you. I will honor our parents wishes for us, if that’s what you end up choosing. It’s what I would like as well. I know you may not love me, yet at least, but I do have feelings too. And this is me acting on them in one of the only ways that I can publicly, until you choose to accept me. Unless of course you choose not to accept anything between us. Which I really hope you don’t go with that option” he said. “Oh Atlas, things have been really fast. That part is true. But I’ve been wondering what we are. What we’re doing. What’s between us. And I’m still figuring that out. But the last thing I’d do is deny any feeling so have towards you. The ring is perfect. Thank you” I said. He smiled at me then, and kiss

I woke up feeling amazing. It was still dark out through the window. And I was warm and cozy under the blankets. I nestle into the bed further and back into something warm and firm. I nearly jumped out of the bed when I heard a chuckle. “Relax little one. Don’t move” he said as he wrapped his arm around me to bring me closer to him. I melted at the contact. He started playing with my hair. I started to fall back asleep when I heard him whisper “Happy Birthday little one”. I was drifting in and out of sleep when I felt the pressure in my lower stomach grow. My pussy felt too good. His tongue gently and slowly teasing my folds and my clit. He started sucking on me. Placing a finger inside of me slowly. Making me wake up completely. I moan at the intrusion of my core. He moaned into me after he added a second finger. Massaging me from the inside. He alternated the movements of his fingers bringing me closer and closer to my climax. I shattered. Glad that I’m the only one on this floor s

I sat there on the bed lost in my thoughts. I went over every piece of paper that was in the box. And I can’t seem to wrap my head around all this. It’s not that it’s too much. There’s still so much more I could be learning. But the fact that Atlas, my Atlas, my fucking boss, has known me since I was born. Well. For the 3 years that I was around anyway. And the fact that we have an arranged marriage? That I can’t seem to get over. I mean, yeah. I really really like him. I don’t love him, at least not yet. But I can’t deny that I’ve started to fall for him since my interview. I couldn’t possibly agree to marry him until I fell in love with him. That much is true. We need to work out what it is we are to each other. I put everything back in the box and placed it inside the drawer. While I’m at it I might as well look at what’s in the other boxes right? I pulled them out one by one, sitting them side by side on the floor. The first box had a wand vibrator. That could be used for so man